48 Hours a Day

Chapter 1067 - Memory Coding Room

Chapter 1067: Memory Coding Room

On the projection screen, Black witnessed the entire battle between Miss F and Zhang Heng. Even though he wasn’t sure what transversed between the two, he could tell that Miss F hadn’t held back.

However, the final result was still a loss to Zhang Heng. Furthermore, it was under the circumstances where the weapon had the upper hand. After that, Black saw Zhang Heng pull out the Hidden Scabbard from the ground and walk towards the hall.

Over there, the Type-VI Hunting Robot controlled by Feng Zi was engaged in a bitter skirmish. Though the 15 exoskeleton warriors of the enemy were no match for the Type-VI Hunting Robot in a one-on-one fight, their speed and strength were still above that of ordinary people. The exoskeletons they wore also provided them with decent defense, and with their outstanding coordination, they were finally able to suppress the Type-VI before them.

However, the Type-VI’s terrifying self-healing ability gave them a headache too. Without using explosives, completely eliminating this enemy in front of them would prove a daunting task. Fortunately, they came prepared for this—alloy chains.

Under the circumstances where they could not destroy the Type-VI, the Special Ops team would take the second-best option. They chose to use the chains to restrict the movements of the target. Of course, it was not easy to do this, especially considering that the Type-VI had eight legs and was very flexible. However, after the team’s tireless efforts, all but three legs of the Type-VI had been chained.

A Special Ops team member sneaked to the back of the robot and was about to put a chain on his fourth leg when something cut his waist. He did not expect to be targeted first but finally realized that he had been attacked.

However, when he determined that the enemy’s weapon was only a knife, he relaxed again.

From what he knew, the defense of the exoskeleton equipment wasn’t as good as the Type-VI robot, but it wasn’t something a cold weapon could break. He probably wouldn’t have thought so if he had watched the previous battle between Zhang Heng and the Type-VI.

He quickly paid the price for his carelessness.

After being attacked, he hesitated for a moment before deciding to stick to his original plan. After binding one of the Type-Vi’s legs with the chain, he wanted to turn around and deal with the attacker behind him, but he realized that he had lost control of his exoskeleton—he was completely unable to move.

It was only then that he realized that his control center had been destroyed.

Zhang Heng did not stand on ceremony. Facing his immobile opponent, he stabbed the Hidden Scabbard into his stunned eye. After pulling out the bloody blade, Zhang Heng started to search for his next prey.

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Black watched the members of the Special Ops team fall one by one. With Zhang Heng sharing the burden, the previously suppressed Type-VI robot finally regained its energy. A new lease of life invigorated Black. More and more cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Then, before he could come up with a solution, the projection screen in front of him turned black.

This was because the camera set up below had been found and destroyed by Zhang Heng. This time, Black completely lost control of the situation. Not caring anymore about Mr. G’s instructions that he was not to be disturbed, he hurriedly ran to the elevator at the side. Because he was too nervous, he even pressed the down when he was supposed to go up. Then, he quickly canceled the press again.

As early as two months ago, Mr. G had completed the transformation of the signal tower. He used the top floor to build the memory coding room, but memory coding was very complicated and focused work. Mr. G had set strict rules that no one else was allowed to enter the memory coding room on the top floor without permission.

Therefore, Black was also very nervous on the way up. He knew that he had technically disobeyed Mr. G’s orders, but he had no choice but to come because he was afraid that he would be a little late due to the current situation. The people standing outside the door were Zhang Heng and his Type-VI robot.

Black trotted out of the elevator and ran all the way to a metal door at the end of the corridor. Then, he pressed the doorbell in a panic. About half a minute later, Mr. G’s face appeared on the security screen. “Didn’t I tell you to lead the battle? Don’t disturb me,” he growled and frowned.

“I’m afraid you have to know this,” Black said anxiously. “I followed your plan, and Miss F finally agreed to take action. However, she and the Special Ops team were unable to stop Zhang Heng and the robot... The rest of them won’t be able to hold out much longer. Perhaps in a few minutes, the enemy will arrive.”

There was no expression on Mr. G’s face. “Is that all you have to say?”

Black was a little dumbfounded. He didn’t know what Mr. G meant. Zhang Heng was about to attack, and his first target was Mr. G, but when the latter received the news, he still seemed a little impatient. He seemed to think that Black was making too much of a fuss over such a trivial matter.

“I understand.” Mr. G saw through Hei’s confusion and added, “You can continue with your work.”

“Err... but I don’t seem to have anything else to do now.”

Black was both ashamed and afraid. The people Mr. G had entrusted him had all been killed. To make matters worse, in the end, they couldn’t stop Zhang Heng. Besides, he didn’t know what else he could do other than wait for his death.

Behind the door, Mr. G seemed to ponder for half a second before saying, “Forget it, you can come in.”

After he said that, the metal door of the memory encoding room opened. Black took two steps back to make room for the door to open, and he walked in.

This was the first time he had walked into a room Mr. G classified as top secret.

However, as soon as he entered the room, he was shocked by the scene before him. He even temporarily forgot about the fear that Zhang Heng was going to attack him.

He saw a large hall surrounded by countless screens, both large and small. Each played a video—its main character: a middle-aged man in a suit was played on one screen, while on the left-hand screens, he was sitting at a dining table and eating a steak. Then, on another side, he was having a meeting in a conference room.

Black even saw a strange-looking base in a valley. It looked like a giant ship sailing in the wind. Countless overlapping sounds could be heard in the room—the honking of cars, the rustling of paper, chewing gum, and the sound of news broadcasts—all gathering to the point they were going to drown him out.