bookbashuk Chapter 195, Section 92: I got up and killed him in one move.
Chapter 195, Section 92: I got up and killed him in one move.
Chapter 195, Part 92: I got up and killed them in one move (Another chapter will be updated tonight)
The torrential rain pounded against the metal casing, and Thomas awoke to the cacophony of the noise.
What scene did he see when he opened his eyes?
The tragic death of Anatoly, the unconscious V-Bat, and Thomas lying against the wall, beaten to the point of incapacitation—although the process was full of twists and turns, the ending was like a brilliant flip shot, bouncing right into the bottom pocket as he had predicted.
What could be more intoxicating than the feeling of having everything under control?
Just as he was about to move his fingers to end this tedious game, he caught a glimpse of the blazing flames at the prison entrance out of the corner of his eye.
The sudden arrival of Chateau on the battlefield caught Thomas completely off guard.
"Who is this guy?"
This is where the outsourcing aspect comes into play. The vengeful demon was initially on the owl's side, but Thomas knew nothing about the other party, only that they were up to no good.
What's absurd is that the AI built into the armor cannot recognize the other party as a hostile unit, because in the logic of artificial intelligence, if something is emitting a temperature of nearly 300 degrees Celsius, then it must not be human.
"Activate auto-battle program!"
"Startup failed; no threat detected."
"Damn it, switch to manual mode!"
Although a vague sense of foreboding arose in his heart, Thomas stubbornly believed that the advantage was on his side, and that a mere few hundred degrees of heat could not possibly burn through the armor.
"I don't care who you are, get out of here right now!"
The tactic of first being polite and then resorting to force was his usual way of testing the waters. Although he said that, the blade in his arm guard had already popped out.
"I will return those words to you verbatim, but I am not like you executioners; I am giving you this advice from the bottom of my heart." Chato reached out and swung his hand in the air, a blazing whip sweeping across the open space in front of him in an S-shaped arc.
Snapped!
The loud crack of the whip fell, and in an instant, all the rain in the area evaporated and disappeared, the high temperature distorting the space.
The rising steam obscured Thomas's vision.
"Is this a show of force? To be honest, I'm genuinely shocked by your methods."
Thomas chuckled and shook his head repeatedly. Just when it seemed he was about to give up, he suddenly sprang into action.
With his toes touching the ground and using the powerful kinetic energy granted by his exoskeleton, he hurtled towards Chato like a cannonball, while simultaneously launching small missiles in the direction Chato might dodge.
The two were only a few dozen feet apart, and in the blink of an eye, Thomas was in front of Chato. His armor was hot and red from the intense friction with the space, and a Mach ring was even emanating from his body.
The battle had dragged on for too long, and the man, fearing further complications, mobilized all the remaining energy of his armor.
Skip the pointless probing and back-and-forth! He's going to finish the game with this one strike!
Thomas's speed almost exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive. Even Floyd, who was watching from a distance, could only vaguely glimpse a black afterimage, while Chato seemed to have no idea what was happening and stood there dumbfounded.
With a deafening sonic boom, Thomas raised his fist, and the blade that sprang from his arm guard struck Chator's heart.
Chato appeared completely unable to resist; even the flames around him were blown away by the powerful oncoming airflow.
Thomas's eyes flashed with a cold light; he was determined to win this attack.
But just as the blade was less than an inch from Chato's chest, Thomas felt his speed noticeably decrease, as if he had crashed into a rubber pad filled with gas, the powerful repulsive force preventing him from advancing another inch.
As his speed decreased dramatically, the repulsive force exerted on him gradually expanded, followed by a surging heat wave that could almost scorch him into a dried-up human body.
boom!
Chatto used some unknown method, as if he had detonated a small nuclear bomb under his feet. With a violent explosion, Thomas was propelled into the air by the expanding gas.
Thomas was absolutely right; his opponent was indeed caught off guard, but don't forget that the guy also had Diablo inside him.
Seeing that his host was about to be pierced through the heart by a sharp blade, Diablo briefly released the high temperature in his body. Instantly, the air around Chato was heated to thousands of degrees Celsius. The expanding air was like a loyal guardian. As long as Thomas's actions followed the laws of classical physics, he would never be able to get close to Chato in his lifetime.
However, in reality, even if Thomas had the will, he was powerless. A mere burst of power destroyed the armor's electrical system, including the control system located at the lower back, which Qin Wei had been trying to deal with but had failed to do so with.
The paint on the front of the armor had been scorched by the high temperature, and the helmet was twisted and deformed like a wax figure exposed to the midday sun.
If the system hadn't activated emergency cooling before crashing, Thomas would have been melted inside his armor.
Even so, heatstroke still struck. Large numbers of his cells were killed by the high temperature, and Thomas completely lost his ability to resist. He fell to the ground in a daze and never got up again.
It was over, just like that, so abruptly ended, without Chato even lifting a finger.
As the sole witness to this battle, Freud was at a loss for words to describe the shock he felt.
Four heroes took turns fighting, but fell one after another at Thomas's feet. Yet this arrogant demon king was defeated by a mere passerby who had only been on the battlefield for five minutes.
Of course, Freud didn't think of Chato as just a random passerby; he was the one Chato sent to prison.
He is guaranteed to win every battle and only fights crucial ones. If this world were a giant comic book, Chato would undoubtedly be the protagonist of the story.
In the early hours of the morning, Qin Wei was awakened in his bedroom at Wayne Manor.
"Would you like some milk? It's good for your injuries, especially the fractured jaw." Selena closed her book and took off her glasses.
Qin Wei touched his jawbone, which was in a cast, and said in a muffled voice:
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"How long have I been asleep? —"
"Two days—but don't worry, everyone who went has returned safely. Deadshot, Officer Brock, and your brother, Chief Gordon brought them all back. Some were seriously injured and are still recovering—by the way, Mr. Fox said you should go see him when you wake up."
Selena hesitated for a moment before conveying the message. Although Qin Wei needed rest most right now, she knew that the man wouldn't listen to advice.
Upon hearing this, Qin Wei couldn't sit still any longer. He threw off the covers, got up, slipped on his slippers, and rushed to Lucius's residence.
Lucius lived in an abandoned stable outside the castle, not because there was no place to sleep in the castle, but because there was an elevator there that led directly to the Bat Cave.
The old craftsman fixed the antique in about ten minutes, then went down to the Bat Cave to tinker with his supercomputer. Because the cave was damp and not good for the frail body of the elderly, Lucius usually rested in the stable.
Qin Wei pushed open the stable door, but there was no sign of Lucius on his small bed. A rustling sound came from the elevator shaft in the corner.
As we descended into the cave in the creaking elevator, we found that Lucius had completely transformed the place in just a few days. The platform that had been piled with ore had been cleaned up, and a large iron shell stood in the middle, with a bunch of electrical wires sticking out from the gaps.
It's about four in the morning, and there are still a few figures active in the cave.
Jason was using a grappling hook to climb onto the cave wall and adjust the position of the spotlight.
"Mr. Fox, how's this spot?"
"A little more to the left—yes, yes, this is it! Thank you so much!"
Meanwhile, Tim was sitting cross-legged next to the supercomputer, clutching the CNC board and adjusting the data, sometimes frowning and silent, sometimes operating it thoughtfully.
As expected, everyone associated with the Bat family is a night owl; even an old guy like Lucius, who has a regular sleep schedule, has been influenced to stay up all night.
Qin Wei stood in the shadows of the corner, a slow smile curving his lips. This transmigrator, completely different from others, had found a sense of home here.
As Jason turned on another spotlight, the light shining directly on Qin Wei's face revealed his presence.
"Mr. Wei!"
Jason's eyes lit up, and he shouted at Qin Wei, "You should take a look at Mr. Fox's improved battle armor!"
Jason's call drew Qin Wei's gaze to the workbench in front of Lucius, on which lay a jet-black bat armor.
After greeting Tim, Qin Wei walked to the worktable.
"Mr. Bruce Wayne! You've come at just the right time. This armor will be repaired soon, and you can wear it. I also want to adjust some settings." Lucius nodded in greeting.
Qin Wei reached out, his fingertips brushing over the uneven texture of his armor, finally resting on the bat emblem on his chest.
Although he was still very concerned about Thomas's whereabouts, he had to admit that the suit of armor completely captured his attention.
This means that the beggar-style Batman can finally shed his title of poverty.
The armor was an improvement on Thomas's, but Lucius made a completely new design. The AI feedback data showed that after Thomas stopped using the intelligent control system, the heavy hydraulic exoskeleton put a great burden on his movements. Lucius guessed that Qin Wei would not like a set of clothes that restricted his hands and feet, so he reduced the size of the exoskeleton and hid it in the bulletproof outer layer.
In this way, even without AI, this suit of armor can maximize the flexibility of the human joints.
Qin Wei first performed several sets of movements under Lucius's instructions, including punching, kicking, running and dodging. He then put on his battle suit and repeated the movements, while Lucius held the CNC panel thoughtfully.
"It seems that even the most lightweight exoskeleton is still affected, Mr. Wayne. The data shows that without AI enabled, your heart rate increased by 20%, your speed decreased by 13.2%, and your strength decreased the most severely by 33%."
"It seems that some necessary materials are missing, and the exoskeleton system still cannot be perfect."
"Then let's take it apart, as long as its protective performance is good enough."
Qin Wei didn't want to gamble his potential on an unstable AI. If the chip and program malfunctioned in a life-or-death situation, the cumbersome exoskeleton of this suit of armor would become the culprit that killed him.
"Okay, sir. Did you experience any discomfort while wearing it, or do you have any other needs?"
"There is indeed one."
Qin Wei struggled to remove his helmet.
"Please make an incision in my chin, you know I'm injured here—"
He awkwardly pointed to his bruised chin; the helmet had been rubbing and vibrating against the injury, causing him to gasp in pain.
Lucius gave an OK sign. The helmet itself was semi-open, and only the structure below the jaw needed to be removed to meet the user's needs, which was much more convenient than removing the entire exoskeleton.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Bruce!"
Lucius called out to Qin Wei, who was about to leave.
"The weakness of this armor that I told you about the other day, was it you who used it to defeat the Snowy Owl?"
"Mr. Fox, actually I really want to lie to you—"
Qin Wei scratched his hair.
"But—going around to the back of this monster—is too risky, and Thomas didn't give me a chance at all. In short—it's useless."
Lucius avoided eye contact and awkwardly licked his lips.
He actually wanted to make the weaknesses more obvious, but he wasn't the only designer in the factory. In order to avoid exposing them to his competitors and arousing suspicion from higher-ups, this was the limit of what he could do.
Qin Wei expressed his understanding.
However, he still doesn't know which god saved them from Thomas. Could it be that it was Thomas, who sacrificed his teammate and went berserk in desperation?
But he soon found out after he met Chato Santana on the second floor of Wayne Manor.
"I returned the book you lent me to the library. Thanks to you, I can now have some simple mental communication with Diablo."
The bald, tattooed man still wore a bitter and resentful expression. Although he now roughly understood what it meant to be possessed by a demon, he still couldn't get rid of it. He didn't consider Qin Wei a friend, and as for why he came to help, perhaps it was out of guilt.
Chato conspired with corrupt police officers to throw good people into prison, and realizing this, he wanted to make amends for his mistakes.
Regardless of whether this matter is over or not, at least he feels much better.
"I've stayed here all this time to tell you these things. Now that I've said what I needed to say and done what I needed to do, it's time for me to go."
Chato walked past Qin Wei with his hands in his pockets and his toes pointing outwards.
Qin Wei was naturally unwilling to let go of this powerful fighting force. Just like when he first met Chato, he called out the name of the demon here.
"Diavolo!"
Unfortunately, Diablo's consciousness did not leave his body this time; instead, Chato looked back with a puzzled expression.
"You called it, is there something else?"
"I've thought of a way to quell Diablo's vengeful rage. Haven't you always wanted to get rid of him?" Qin Wei lowered his voice, his magnetic tone like a soft tentacle plucking at Chato's heartstrings.
The Gotham succubus is back at work.
Chatto was once the leader of the New York youth gang. There is no such thing as free help. How could he not know that Qin Wei wanted to use him?
But the price was just too tempting, and Chato simply couldn't refuse.
This is the power of succubi: even though victims know that the temptation is followed by a brutal and destructive agreement, they still willingly fall into the succubus's clutches.
Succubi have the ability to find and arouse the desires hidden in everyone's heart, and Qin Wei is no exception.
"Did you know that there was once a group of assassins who wore bird-beak masks and were employed by a Jewish corporation, cutting off the scalps of Native Americans as trophies?
In the flickering lights, Qin Weiyu recounted a story that took place hundreds of years ago.
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