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The test site has been reopened.

Five fully armed soldiers lined up, all of their Type 95 automatic rifles fitted with live magazines.

Twenty meters away, four Terminators stood side by side. Their bionic skins were almost completely shattered, exposing large sections of their silvery-white skeletons, which reflected the sunlight with a cold, metallic sheen.

Li Yichen and a group of high-ranking military officials retreated into a safe observation bunker.

Liu Guoliang grabbed the walkie-talkie and raised his voice to the maximum.

"Fire! Spray them all out! If one magazine isn't enough, bring another!"

Da da da da—

Five rifles spat fire. Shell casings clattered and scattered across the ground. A dense hail of bullets slammed into the four Terminator rifles, sparks flying and the crisp clang of metal colliding echoing through the air.

Two seconds.

The remaining fragments of bionic skin and clothing were scattered everywhere. Some parts were blown open with gaping wounds the size of a palm, revealing a complete titanium alloy skeleton structure underneath, which gleamed with a cold, silvery-white light in the smoke.

Five soldiers emptied their magazines.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

The four Terminators remained standing ramrod straight. Not even a single step back.

The leading soldier lowered his gun, his palms sweaty. He swallowed hard, glanced at the direction of the cover, and his face screamed, "What the hell is this?"

Gu Shounian held the binoculars up and looked for a long time. When he put them down, the telescope tube hit the edge of the control panel, and his wrist trembled so badly that he couldn't control it.

"There isn't even a dent on the skeleton."

He swallowed hard.

"A 5.56mm armor-piercing round feels like a tickle. What material is it made of?"

Liu Guoliang didn't reply. He stared at the close-up on the screen for three seconds, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

He slapped the control panel.

"Switch to something bigger! Use a handheld grenade launcher!"

Gu Shounian turned to look at him. "Commander, are you serious?"

"When have I ever not been serious?"

Liu Guoliang grinned. "I refuse to believe this iron lump is truly indestructible. Fifty meters away, direct grenade launcher, blast!"

Four soldiers carried four grenade launchers into the field. Fifty meters away, one soldier aimed at a Terminator.

Inside the bunker.

Liu Guoliang turned his head to look at Li Yichen, his tone becoming more subdued.

"Major Li, to be frank—can your robot withstand a howitzer?"

Li Yichen leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, his relaxed posture no different from watching TV at home.

"It should be fine."

He paused for a moment.

"perhaps."

Gu Shounian suddenly turned his head and glared at him: "What do you mean 'probably'?! What if it explodes and falls apart—"

"Then I'll go back and re-rub it."

Li Yichen spread his hands, his expression sincere.

"They're not human, they won't feel bad if they blow up. At most, they'll feel bad about the cost of the materials."

Gu Shounian's lips twitched violently twice.

The young staff officer next to him muttered under his breath, "Rubbing...rubbing a robot is like rubbing mud. Mr. Li, you really don't take technology seriously."

Liu Guoliang, too lazy to argue any longer, waved his hand dismissively.

"emission!"

Whoosh whoosh—

Four grenades flew toward their target, trailing orange-red smoke.

The Terminators stood still.

Don't dodge. Don't flinch. Don't raise your hand.

He didn't even blink.

Boom!

The four explosions rang out almost simultaneously.

The shockwave swept outwards, carrying debris and dirt. The four Terminators were thrown into the air by the blast, tumbling twice before crashing heavily to the ground more than ten meters away. The dull thud of the metal frames hitting the concrete sent shivers down my spine.

The dust that rose up blotted out the sky.

Inside the bunker.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

Gu Shounian braced his hands on the control panel, his knuckles turning white.

"It's doomed, it's definitely going to fall apart now..."

Liu Guoliang opened his mouth, about to say, "I knew it."

The words were still stuck in my throat—

On the ground in the distance.

A silver-white finger moved.

Amidst the rising dust, five metal fingers gripped the ground one by one.

Followed by.

The four Terminators pushed themselves up, rolled over, and stood up almost simultaneously.

The whole set of actions flows smoothly.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Liu Guoliang's last sentence was stuck in his throat, and he felt as if someone had grabbed the back of his neck.

The smoke and dust gradually thinned out.

The four Terminators walked back step by step through the dust and fog.

All the bionic skin and clothing completely disappeared.

What is revealed is its true form—a super alloy skeleton entirely silver-white, with precise hydraulic joints emitting a subtle hissing sound during movement. Servo motors in the shoulder blade area rotate, causing the two arms to hang naturally.

What's most unsettling are those eyes.

Two dark red lights flickered in his deep-set eyes.

No emotion. No fluctuation. Only the cold, detached gaze imposed by the program.

In the smoke and dust, the four pairs of red lights looked like will-o'-the-wisps.

There was a full five seconds of silence inside the bunker.

The young staff officer took a step back, his knee hitting the chair leg. His throat tightened.

"This...is exactly the same as in the movie...the Schwarzenegger one..."

Another executive dropped his laptop on the ground. He bent down to pick it up, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't manage it.

Liu Guoliang stared at the four metal skeletons that were slowly walking towards him through the smoke and dust.

His Adam's apple rolled twice.

He turned his head.

The voice was an octave lower than before.

Major Li.

"Um?"

"Tell me the truth."

Liu Guoliang swallowed hard, his eyes practically glued to Li Yichen's face.

"Can this thing be mass-produced?"

Li Yichen straightened up from the wall. He extended one index finger and drew a circle in the air.

"As long as there's enough material, the production capacity of industrial machine tools can keep up—"

He stared at Liu Guoliang's eyes, which were practically bulging with green light.

"Starting with a thousand units is not a problem."

When those words were spoken, the entire bunker was so quiet that the hum of the air conditioner's outdoor unit could be heard.

One thousand units.

A thousand steel killing machines that are indestructible, painless, need no food or sleep, and absolutely obedient to orders.

Liu Guoliang took a deep breath.

He turned around and looked at the four Terminators standing quietly outside the bunker.

That look changed.

It's no longer about scrutiny.

It's no longer just curiosity.

It was an almost reverent gaze.

It was like an old general who had spent half his life on the battlefield seeing something for the first time that could completely rewrite the rules of war.

Gu Shounian observed from the side for more than ten seconds.

Then he leaned close to Liu Guoliang's ear and whispered something.

"Commander, the way you look at the robots—it's almost like the way you look at your wife."

Snapped!

Liu Guoliang raised his hand and slapped Gu Shounian on the back of the head.

"Get lost! What do you mean by 'looking at your wife'?!"

The veins on his neck throbbed twice.

"I'm thinking about national defense strategy! Do you understand?! National defense! Strategy!"

Gu Shounian rubbed the back of his head, grimacing, not intimidated at all.

"Alright, defense strategy, you can continue thinking about your defense strategy."

Liu Guoliang rubbed his chin and turned to look out the window again at the four Terminators, riddled with bullet holes but completely undamaged.

"Bullets can't penetrate it. Grenades can't kill it. It just stands up and acts like nothing happened..."

He mumbled a few words, his voice growing louder and louder.

"If this were formed into an army..."

He suddenly turned around and placed both hands on Li Yichen's shoulders.

The force was so great, it was like pinning down a criminal.

"Hey bro! What about its battery life? How fast can it go? How strong is it? How heavy a weapon can it lift? How flexible are its joints? How intelligent is it? Can it autonomously assess the battlefield situation?"

A barrage of questions came out like a machine gun.

Li Yichen's shoulder ached from being pressed down, and he grimaced, saying, "Commander Liu, please let go, my shoulder blade is about to break."

"answer the questions!"