Kill them in Cyberman!

A moment later, Nicole was the first to break the silence in the basement.

"I…………"

Pochi, who was kind-hearted by nature, was a little hesitant. She didn't want to do such an immoral thing as digging up and robbing other people's graves.

"We have no way out, Bochi. Mr. Eddie is dead. This is our last chance to know the truth. Are we going to let his six years of pain and sacrifice be meaningless?"

Yamada Ryo grabbed Pochi's shoulders and shook her gently. Her words were not only convincing the pink-haired girl, but also convincing her own heart.

"Liang, I I I I...I understand."

After a brief hesitation, Pochi agreed.

……

"Boss, this is it. Look at the license plate of that car. It's the same as what that person said."

What the three of them didn't know was that a group of uninvited guests had gathered outside the apartment. They were the gangsters who killed old man Eddie.

"Very good. It's worth it that I mobilized my connections to search throughout Newland."

"Boss, should we take action?"

The gangster known as the boss narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"No, let's not do anything yet. If they dare to get involved in this, they must have some confidence. Besides, we have already alerted them during the day. If we act rashly now, we may fall into the enemy's ambush..."

"What should we do now, Boss? We can't just sit there and wait. What about Mr. Oren..."

"No, no rush. Let's wait until tomorrow. No matter what these people got from that old man Eddie's house, they will definitely take further actions in the next few days. Then we just need to follow them secretly and we can catch the mantis catching the cicada while the oriole is behind."

"Haha, the boss is really both wise and brave!!!"

Chapter 103: Swarm Startup

In the cyber age where environmental pollution is more serious, whether it is animals or plants, these creatures that do not have much intelligence will find it difficult to adapt to sudden environmental changes.

Bees are one of them. With the reduction of the living environment, the number of bee species surviving in the wild has gradually decreased. At this time, most of them are artificially bred species. Even so, these tiny insects are still facing the tragedy of shrinking numbers year by year. Therefore, in the past few years, scientists have proposed a new theory, which is to use mechanical insects to replace the position of extinct insects in nature to alleviate the harm of extinction to humans.

The first experimental subject is the important small insects such as bees. Mechanical bee colonies have higher efficiency and controllability than biological bee colonies, but some people have found other uses for these artificial little things.

Military use.

Mechanical swarms that obey orders completely can sneak into most areas without being noticed and carry out assassination missions. When they are in groups, they can also carry out large-scale massacres unexpectedly. Faced with these hard metal insects, the human body can hardly withstand the cost of them drilling into them.

In order to prevent this horrific thing from actually happening (perhaps it has already happened in some remote areas) in those densely populated metropolises, the Illuminati, as the "self-righteous" managers of human civilization, took action, placed this horrific weapon in their own hands, and promised not to use it lightly.

With their authority and status, the Illuminati will have a trump card that is enough to threaten most countries.

But now, for their own benefit, they allowed their executioner, Officer Hilde, to use this trump card to destroy the "overconfident" enemy.

"Buzzing..."

The echo of the flapping wings of insects. Many people in Newland today have vaguely heard such sounds, but when they want to look for the traces of insects, they find nothing. Therefore, they do not take it seriously and just think it is their own hallucination.

From the invention of the mechanical bee swarm to its fall into the hands of the Illuminati, this weapon has undergone multiple iterations and upgrades, from the initial agricultural-related design to the current fully military weaponized design, which has added many new functions, such as anti-detection systems.

Just like the mimicry of insects, these mechanical swarms can also disguise their own signals as common signals in the target area to achieve the purpose of lurking. They usually break up into small pieces as soon as they enter the target area and wait for the next instruction. This is the so-called "nesting".

Newland has now turned into a huge nest in a short period of time, with millions of mechanical bee swarms lurking in every corner of the city.

Albert didn't know about this at the moment, or even if he knew he wouldn't care.

"Dr. Helen, can you tell me about your father?"

For some reason, Albert went to Institute Zero today and asked Helen to take some time out of her busy schedule to chat with him.

In response, Helen expressed both distress and excitement. After all, Albert had promised that if she made him happy, he would give Helen a piece of his own body tissue for research.

"Boss, why do you suddenly want to know about the former boss?"

Helen was a little puzzled by Albert's question. Could it be that Nietzsche didn't even tell his own son about something?

"Speaking of the reason, when I was looking at the company's previous financial reports, I found that six years ago, my father approved the construction of a development park. The cost of developing this park was much higher than other parks of the same type, and a major accident occurred during the first opening event. The profits were far from being recovered until the closure."

“I want to know the real purpose of this park and why it requires such a high development cost?”

"And my father deliberately concealed specific project details in the report, which made me curious."

Hearing Albert's words, Helen nodded first, then shook her head.

"President, first of all, it is certain that the park was built for other purposes. This was well known among the senior management at the time, but the former president's confidentiality measures were extremely strict, and he was personally in charge of the project. I don't know what his real intention was there."

"But maybe you should ask the employees who participated in the project at that time. Their information should be in the company's personnel files now."

Although Helen did not give Albert the answer he wanted, she still pointed out a path for Albert.

"Employees?"

“Could this be related to the news?”

Albert remembered the news he saw by chance when he got up this morning and surfed the Internet: a former employee of Hermes Technology was killed in a home robbery...

"Huh? What news?"

Helen was obviously too busy to pay attention to these boring messages.

"Simply put, a former employee of the company was killed."

Albert showed the news to Helen using his portable terminal.

"Really? I didn't expect the world to be so dangerous. Mr. President, maybe you can check the information of this employee from the personnel file now. After all, this may not just be an accident."

In order to please Albert, Helen knew how to make full use of the resources at hand.

"All right……"

"Terminal, check this old man named Eddie."

Albert only said one sentence, and left the actual work to the artificial intelligence.

Soon, the terminal connected to the Hermes database presented the man's information to Albert.

"Former Special Experiments Department employee?"

Albert became interested when he saw some revealing descriptions in the personnel files.

"If my memory serves me correctly, this former special experiment department should have been established by the former president for that project."

Helen tried to recall.

"Terminal, look for information about this special experimental department in the database."

Albert gave another order.

: Special Experimental Department, disbanded five years ago, with a total of 156 employees, and the department's direct leader - Nietzsche Hermes...

"interesting……"

Seeing that there was no in-depth information about the basic content of the whole body in front of him, Albert became angry and contacted Lucy in front of Helen.

"Why, what dirty work do you want to throw at me?"

At this moment, Lucy was wearing a swimsuit, lying on the air mattress in the mansion's swimming pool, enjoying a rare leisure time. Because of what happened last night, Albert gave her a rare vacation time.

"Help me check the files of the special experiment department in the company's database to see if there are any traces of deletion. If so, try to restore them."

"Okay, I understand~"

Lucy's lazy and reluctant voice came from the other end of the communication.

Chapter 104 Meeting again

Christianity, as the most widely spread religion in the world, has become a part of human social culture over thousands of years of development.

Even in this age when God is dead, it still has a certain influence, because in this age of spiritual nihilism, many people who want to seek a sense of spiritual stability will choose the power of religion.

St. Michael's Church is a small church in the northern suburbs of Newland. Although the name sounds very grand, it also manages a cemetery, so few people come here unless it is a special day.

After all, the now very popular electronic worship has greatly reduced the role of the church itself. There are also convenient services such as atonement to nuns or priests through live broadcasts on the Internet. Everyone can get God's forgiveness without leaving their homes, which is really very convenient.

But today is a special day, because a devout believer has come to this small church where usually only the gravekeeper who also serves as the pastor lives.

The sun shone through the stained glass windows of the church, through the corridors which were very narrow compared to a real cathedral, and the long-unseen sound of footsteps could be heard in this stone building which seemed to be behind the times.

The woman with white hair and golden eyes walked silently through the aisle between the two rows of long seats and came to the stone statue of the martyr.

“Lord, please give me some revelation…”

Joan of Arc kept whispering in her heart. She knelt on one knee in front of the statue of the martyr, lowered her head, and began to pray earnestly.

"The executive officer is ready to use the swarm to deal with Albert Hermes. The city will probably be severely damaged by then."

"Child, you..."

The footsteps came from the side door of the church. It was a skinny old man wearing a cowboy hat and a white shirt, holding a shovel stained with fresh soil in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I thought this was a public place."

Seeing a bit of surprise in the old man's eyes, Joan of Arc expressed her apologies to him.

"No, kid, this is of course a public area. I'm just a little surprised that someone would come to a place like this at this time..."

The old man obviously had no intention of making things difficult for Joan of Arc, and he smiled kindly.

"You look like you have something on your mind. Everyone who came here before was as taciturn as you."

"Child, if you have any questions, you can talk to an old man like me..."

The old man put the shovel aside, smiled and led Jeanne to the nearest bench, and started chatting with her in a familiar manner.

"It's rare for someone to come to a place like this. If you don't want to talk, that's fine, but can you sit with an old man like me for a while before leaving?"

It can be seen that the old man's life here alone is quite lonely.

"Ah."

Joan of Arc did not refuse and sat on the wooden bench with the old man.

When I sat down, the chair made a creaking sound, and it sounded like it was approaching the end of its life.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. This chair may be a bit old. After all, it has not been replaced since I took office."

"It's alright, old man. You have proven your piety by staying here alone in this church."

Joan of Arc looked at the old man calmly and found that he seemed a little surprised.

"Pious? Child, you really flatter me. I came to this church when I was young because I had nowhere else to go. The pastor adopted me. After he passed away, I stayed here and took care of this small church for him."

As he spoke, the old man's face turned red, as if Joan of Arc's praise really made his old bones feel shy.

"My child, when it comes to piety, I think you are a truly devout believer."

"Old sir, you..."

Knowing that she was wavering, Joan of Arc felt that she did not deserve this word.

"No, kid, you don't have to argue, just accept it, you deserve it."

"Over the years, I have seen many people come to this church. They come here for various reasons, such as family, friends, money, status, etc. There is nothing wrong with these. After all, for people like us, the meaning of the church is this. When we feel our sins, we come to this 'place closer to God' to seek atonement and comfort."

"But you're different, kid..."

Jeanne shook her head with a sad look on her face. "It's the same for me, old man. My faith has wavered. I have doubts about my Lord. I... I am confused."

"Haha, kid, it's nothing. Everyone will feel confused, right?"

"It seems to me that the Lord exists because of people like you..."

"Wait, old man."

Just as the old man was about to continue speaking, Joan of Arc seemed to have noticed something and immediately held the old man down.

Outside came the sounds of running and footsteps, voices of people shouting and cursing, and of course the gunshots that the Newland people were most familiar with.

"Boom!"

The half-closed door of the church was pushed open by a figure. The figure was supporting another person and saw two people inside the church.

"Hurry! Save us! Save Liang!"

The pink-haired girl cried out for help to the two of them.

The blue-haired girl in her arms was shot in the abdomen and was bleeding profusely.