Starting as a Mechanical Hunter

Chapter 641: Chapter 172: Watermelon Smash

In most cases, an executive’s combat power is not even comparable to an ordinary Transformer from the security department.

This is determined by job requirements.

Most of the time, executives don’t need to go to the front line, and if they ever do, it would be during a corporate crisis.

Therefore, ordinary-level modifications are useless to them, and dangerous-level modifications have too high a mortality rate.

So, the bigger the position, the stronger the combat power, which is contrary to common sense.

After all, even a domineering president can’t beat a security guard.

So, adding the first ’watermelon’, within less than a second, Gao Gong opened five ’watermelons’ in a row, and all the executives participating in this war, including Judy and Helena, were all ”opened”.

Instant movement is just that much of a bug.

Gao Gong stood on the table, with Judy’s shattered skull and Helena’s bulging eyeballs, like a beautiful yet shattered painting.

”If it were really that simple, I would have beheaded the whole world long ago,” Gao Gong muttered to himself.

As expected, after the initial panic, the other employees in the base coldly watched Gao Gong, as if they were looking at a corpse. The air conditioning made a ’wooo’ sound, and a strong sucking sound seemed to resound through the air.

The next moment, everyone’s skin began to rot, their eyeballs began to dry up, and even their bones started oozing pus.

The most miraculous thing is that these human ’products’ did not fall to the ground but rather drilled towards the brain-machine hole at the back of the head, and the sucking sound in the air was actually the sound of the ’brain-machine’.

Gao Gong looked indifferent, his hands crossed, as two energy beams as thick as his arms intersected and swept through the entire floor, cutting through over a hundred half-rotten corpses, causing their waists to emit thick smoke before their bodies swayed and split in two.

The ordinary employees, in fact, had no combat power.

However, this did not end it. The upper parts of the corpses, after being absorbed, first had a red line on the lower parts, then squeezed out a brain-machine hole, and the same thing happened again.

Soon, the entire floor was empty, with not a single person, leaving only a room full of work suits, the ’wooo’ of air conditioning, and the scent of expensive office perfume.

’Humph, so they were all genetically modified creatures, no wonder they were so trashy.’

Gao Gong said indifferently, and the next moment, the whole building began to buzz, all the metal office appliances, network access chambers, neural editors, large holographic projection equipment, and spare prosthetic bodies started to shake wildly; and then, the metal material of the whole building, 3D metal, building keel, floating devices, seemed to be kneaded by a giant hand in a strange way.

Then, accompanied by a large amount of dust falling, and a sound sharp enough to break eardrums, the entire building, starting from the top, was split in half inch by inch.

During this process, all the X-type atom reactors on Gao Gong’s mechanical body lit up, emitting not the pure white light, but a slightly dark hue, much like sunspots to solar flares, where the flares shine brilliantly, but the magnetic field of the sunspots is a hundred times stronger, directly causing energy to flow convectively, forming these somewhat dark appearances.

”So noisy, rambling, and exasperatingly tedious.”

The air around Gao Gong seemed to ignite, accentuating his dangerous aura, as he himself rose slowly like a small sun, with the surrounding space either depressed or protruding, resembling a sonic barrier, yet more persistent, and with more complex causes, involving energy, magnetic fields, light, and other factors.

The iteration of tech products is not in sequence like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

But rather the first generation is 1, the second could be 10, and the third 1000, or even 10000.

The X-type reactor is a second-generation version of the ’carbon atom reactor’.

Its original designed application mode was to power large mechas, at least 300 meters tall mechanical bodies, with a body as large as a water tank.

Gao Gong’s model, as professionally termed, is actually a ’concept model’ of stacked materials, definitely incapable of mass production in a short time.

Its energy release efficiency is 50 times that of the first version.

And it is precisely with this power that Gao Gong’s ’magnetic field control’ forcibly tore the building apart.

And almost 30 military satellites recorded this scene from beginning to end.

’This is too exaggerated.’

’This level of individual combat power, a Martial God?’

’Should be more than just a Martial God, at least in wider attack aspects, gives me a forbidden weapon feeling!’

’Is it that strong?’

Some executives whispered of forbidden weapons, naturally referring to civilization weapons.

And indeed, the aura exhibited by Gao Gong had that intimidation.

However, more people were not watching Gao Gong, but everything around him, a sea of crimson.

Buildings were crawled over by vines named ’neural patterns.’

On the ground, one hydrant after another exploded, spraying out slightly sticky liquid, as if it were ’cerebrospinal fluid,’ not water from the water network, these cerebrospinal fluids agitated in the air, spraying thousands of silver beads, with each one reflecting a human figure.

Those were the brain-machine modifiers of the ’biochemical brain machine,’ who had entered network mode.

Computational power continuously amassed.

And this phenomenon was not just in one Mechanical City, nor several, but in the drug zone comparable to Asia, where an indescribably grand spectacle arose.

Even the ’Chat Group’ was eerily silent for a moment.

Finally, a corporate director from the neural transformation direction spoke, with a tone even carrying a bit of fanaticism.

’A human-controlled Cyber Space! Magnificent! Magnificent!’

This was probably the first time since the corporate war that a company, utilizing the brain power of billions, forcibly manipulated a super data space.

Its computational power had already surpassed any super data center.

And isn’t this the very purpose of technological evolution!

Breaking species limits logically.

Evolving from a low-level carbon-based creature akin to an ant into a super-organism.

Even the executives far away could feel this pressure, let alone Gao Gong, in the vortex’s center.

His metallic skin visibly emitted blue smoke, and metallic bubbles ’gurgled’ on the surface, luckily Gao Gong didn’t have a chip installed, otherwise, it would’ve exploded already.

[You are affected by high-concentration biological virus, losing 1000 health points]

[You are affected by high-concentration biological virus, losing 5000 health points]

[You are affected by high-concentration biological virus, losing 150000 health points]

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Within a few breaths, Gao Gong’s mechanical body turned into a puddle of golden liquid mid-air.

The iteration of technology is explosive.

Therefore, its damage is also explosive.

Let alone Gao Gong, even if it were Cybertronian Machines, or even top-tier Cybertronians, like Lord Celestis, or Venus, they would definitely die too.

Because on the system panel, the final damage was ten million.

In a planet civilization, no character could withstand ten million points of attack.

The Cyber Test Field breeds monsters, not ants.

Fortunately, blood volume doesn’t fully represent life.

450% repair rate suddenly dropped to 350%.

Then, the original puddle of metallic liquid once again grew features, hands, and feet.

Even the reactor on the mechanical body lit up again.

This couldn’t be done with the ’carbon atom reactor’ version, because it was a colony material, not a metallic material.

”I have high-concentration viruses too!”

In the next moment, golden mist surged out once again, and wherever it passed, brain-like hills, fountain-like cerebrospinal fluids, and neural networks covering buildings visually took on a layer of gold.

On a sky carrier, on the flesh-covered deck, two figures slowly formed, one recovering a bit faster, soon growing ’Cain’s’ features, then squeezing out his upper body.

The other figure was ’Judy.’

”Monster!”

Cain cursed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, with an explosive metal concentration in the blood.

”Judy, I want to—”

”Want what, get back to where you came from!”

With a familiar voice, ’Cain’s’ head exploded once again.

Still with the ancestral watermelon foot.