It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

Whoever looks like they can win is who they will follow. And whoever seems unreliable at first now seems to be really going to win.

The Donut Warrior flew out of the store, and before he had taken two steps, a disc-shaped drone flew over to him, making a sound.

"I never thought the famous Donut Warrior would fall for something like this. Just checking it out like that and it just popped up? That's way too reckless."

The Donut Warrior didn't respond. It casually shattered the drone and continued its flight. Soon, two streaks of unusual color flashed into its sight. One pink, one green, strikingly so. Upon closer inspection, they were two exoskeletons, completely enveloping humans. Precision crafted, they carried a terrifying threat.

A barrage of bombardments instantly struck from afar, including an X-shaped laser sword and a large energy bomb attack. It was obvious that the tactical coordination was to form a blockade of movement range by one side while the other delivered a fatal blow.

How could a cronut warrior fall for this? As light as a swallow, it plummeted downwards, landing on the corridor and retracting its flight engine. Its hands crossed at its waist, grasping two thin, thin membranes, each covered in countless data codes.

Portable Plasma Regression Decomposition

It pulled one of the sheets open before it, then kicked it away with precision. The rectangular sheet of film gradually expanded in mid-air, forming a woven web. Instantly, the incoming X-shaped beams were cut in half, shattering into the air. The web of film, however, merely trembled.

Another film had been placed behind the Donut Warrior at some point. Like a funnel, it filtered out the energy just blocked with the same powerful force. The sharp pink folds had transformed into a white waterfall. However, despite its appearance, it still had the same powerful impact as before, causing damage to the body.

The Donut Warrior's carapace bore the first wave of energy. While leaving a charred mark on its back, the entire machine, driven by this force, leaped forward. The energy gradually seeped through the filter left on the carapace, filling the entire machine. Like lightning, the white energy flashed and spread throughout the machine, forcing its speed to increase dramatically.

Energy Form: Overload Mode

With a warning tone, the connections between the shells on the body suddenly broke apart layer by layer. They separated and reassembled, forming a sharper posture. Excess white energy solidified, completely enveloping the central skeleton.

The next moment, the donut-shaped halo behind the mech exploded along both sides, and its engines, emitting white light, emerged from beneath the carapace. Like wings formed by lasers, it further increased the donut warrior's speed.

It moved forward like a shuttle, with its hands gathered in front of it. White light took shape with the wind, like a sharp barrier, completely enveloping the space in front of it.

Chapter 926 Retreat?

With lightning speed, it traveled a thousand miles in an instant! In the blink of an eye, its body was instantly submerged in the green energy bomb. After a wave of sound echoed in the air, both disappeared.

“…Has it been eliminated?”

Thousands of miles away, a man in green heavy armor gazed into the distance, saying this. Beside him, a pink shuttle-shaped armored vehicle was behaving in a way that struck him as incredibly strange.

The other person seemed to be saying something, but the voice was too heavy and slow for him to hear clearly. Even the movements were unclear. After observing for a long time, he realized that it was a shaking of the head. This made him a little confused. For a moment, he didn't understand why the other person was so strange.

It wasn't until a certain moment that he noticed something was wrong.

Huh? Why did I start falling?

He hurriedly tried to activate his armor system. This sudden weightlessness was extremely deadly in combat. However, he soon discovered that there was no more pop-up screen in his sight. Only a "Damage Warning" message flashed continuously in red before fading away.

If he wanted to activate any armor, he had to have that thing first. Right now, he was just a head falling freely from the sky. The rest of his body had been completely shattered in an instant, turning into dust in the air.

The blood and the remaining fragments of the mecha were scattered randomly, and the flames erupting from the donut warrior completely consumed them. It glanced at the wreckage, then clenched one hand into a fist and looked at its next target. The pink armored machine had already fled for its life, regardless of everything.

"What kind of monster is this? Come here quickly!!"

He frantically begged for help. Clearly, at this moment, dignity was less important than his life. He had never been so embarrassed, nor so terrified, in his entire life. He flew at high speed, no longer daring to use reckless energy attacks. He simply fled, wielding his two light blades.

Even though the armor itself had a detection system, his anxiety prompted him to use his own eyes to look around. The threat of impending death stretched his nerves to the edge of danger. At this moment, a familiar blue-green figure appeared in his sight, which immediately gave the pink mecha a sense of hope. He shouted,

"Ambers! That guy is too strong. We two can't deal with him. How many people did you bring? If you are not sure, you should retreat first--"

"retreat?"

The blue-green figure grew larger in his sight, yet it offered no verbal response. A closer look revealed that the blue-green machine had been completely destroyed, leaving only a trace of high-purity energy remaining. In other words...

This was not his companion, but just a flying corpse about to crash into him.

The donut warrior held up a shield, then raised his free hand, unleashed a hand cannon, and began a swift barrage of suppressive fire. He then discarded the shield and flung it at the opponent's face. He instantly flew forward, carrying the shield with him, charging directly at a beast-shaped armored figure, punching through its chest and instantly shredding it.

It lifted the damaged armor and used it as a shield, blocking several rounds from the side. It then detached the other beast's head, held it in its hand, and, with great force, connected it directly to the socket on the edge of its finger. Instantly, a red, destructive light wave burst from the beast's head, tearing through the night sky like a claw.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the enemy's projectiles, ripped through the flames, and struck directly at the enemy's face. Seeing the situation was dire, the gray armored warrior under attack removed his shoulder armor and quickly moved away. Simultaneously, his chest armor exploded, and a burst of energy quickly emanated from it, shooting towards the donut warrior, blocking the red claw attack.

But the beast-like head actually passed through the bombardment and bit the gray mech's face fiercely. His mechanical tissue was bitten open, and numerous connecting rods were gnawed off. For a moment, he was completely unable to perform any operation, and could only focus on driving away the nagging head. When he finally shook off the beast's brain and regained his sight, the donut warrior had already killed him with a flying kick.

At the same time, on the other side, the flying corpse also collided with the pink mecha. After a brief explosion, it turned into stardust all over the sky. The donut warrior raised his hand casually and grabbed another invisible armor in the air.

"What were you thinking? If you can't hit from a distance, you resort to close combat? What a foolish decision. Using a special infiltration form for this, I don't know how to feel."

The Donut Warrior's mocking voice echoed at the perfect moment. Perhaps because it was mechanical, it sounded a bit stiff, but it was certainly effective enough. If the person in the afterlife could hear it, they would surely be enraged to the point of turning into a demon.

However, there are people who responded to her ridicule:

"You're not in the right state today."

Suddenly, a bullet struck the Donut Warrior from behind. It instantly sensed the attack and dodged it. But the bullet suddenly exploded, sending a wave of orange light emanating from the air, sweeping across the Donut Warrior's body and completely enveloping it.

Suddenly, the black machine's body felt as if entangled in spiderwebs, its joints becoming inflexible, and some parts even paralyzed for a second or two. And from above the rolling clouds, a figure burst forth like a bolt of lightning, instantly slaying. Destructive heavy armor, a gray-black killing machine—it was none other than the Grim Reaper himself!

She wielded a massive, chainsaw-like blade and slashed directly at the Donut Warrior. Restricted and unable to dodge, the Donut Warrior struggled to defend, but was still struck hard by blows to the arms and waist. Its body, in a semi-weightless state, plummeted rapidly toward the ground, but fortunately, it managed to stabilize itself before the impact.

But how could such a sudden attack be limited to just one wave? Lights scattered in all directions, and over ten machines instantly burst out from various locations on the tower, sending a massive wave of light hurtling towards the Donut Warriors.

Even though it was injured, if it didn't concentrate on treating the situation, even a donut warrior wouldn't be able to withstand it. It grabbed the light marks wrapped around its body with its hands and tore them off along with the outer shell.

Chapter 927 Why betray

At the same time, he revved his engine, accelerating towards the ground, then touched bottom to gather momentum, launching himself forcefully from the ground and soaring high into the air, expending some of his effort. Then, he brought his hands together, and two metal shells detached from them. Numerous wires unfolded into the wind, releasing energy and forming a circular stance.

He huddled his body, raised his shoulders. The guns on his shoulders unfurled, unleashing red heat-seeking missiles that shot straight out from the stance. From there, they roared off, transforming into a rain of fire, illuminating the entire night sky over the city with their blazing guide missiles. A vast mass of light was instantly pulled apart, exploding in the air.

On the road, the Donut Warrior casually lifted a fallen hovercraft and threw it out to block the final attack. However, when the laser and the vehicle exploded, the more dangerous figure of Death appeared from behind.

This time, it struck from above, an unstoppable force that sent the Donut Warrior flying backward. The armor on her chest quickly dented, and blood spurted into the shell. Clearly facing so many enemies, the Donut Warrior didn't dare to fight any longer. She slapped her legs, and a barrage of flash grenades erupted.

This time, the sound truly resonated through the night sky. After all, flash grenades nowadays almost always have sonic booms, and using them in rows like this was like dumping a box of opened flash grenades into a narrow hallway. The devastating sound waves and light instantly scarred the surrounding space, and by the time the pursuing armored vehicles could react, the donut warriors had already flown far away.

But how could the pursuers only attack from one direction? Massive attacks came from all sides. Some of the overwhelmed Donut Warriors frantically resisted. It flew through the building it was pursuing, spun around, and hurled its cannonballs from the sides of its hands. Although it pursued its target, it clearly achieved little.

After stumbling, she arrived at an empty stadium. Immediately, the pursuers bombarded the area repeatedly. Various armors fell to the ground, blocking her path, but no longer attacking randomly.

Like a fortress of steel, armored columns of varying heights, all exuding a menacing aura, surrounded the Donut Warrior. The same overwhelming feeling of obscuring the heavens and the sun reappeared upon it. The Donut Warrior glanced around, wary of everything, and dared not attack rashly. He knew his condition was precarious. His armor's energy had been depleted, and a large amount of ammunition had been used previously. Any reckless action would only lead to his defeat.

Death slowly walked out from the crowd. She took the lead and took off her helmet, revealing the young girl's face beneath the visor. The blue screen in front of her was flashing, and she replied to the other end of the communication,

"understood."

As she spoke, she raised her head and said to the Donut Warrior who was kneeling on one knee in front of her and slowly recovering,

"I received a message from the company headquarters asking me to ask you a question before deciding whether to kill you or bring you back alive."

"Why did you disobey orders and try to create a Type 7 Transformer, Tang Qianhua?"

The Donut Warrior's visor was gleaming with light, but no emotion could be seen on that metal face. After a long while, she slowly said,

"...Imitating her in battle is no easy feat. Honestly, I was already exposed the moment I started using all sorts of gadgets to fight her. All the subsequent taunts were just a cover-up."

"From the moment I noticed you, you were already exposed. But that's not the point. Answer my question. It's a matter of life and death."

The Death God's voice remained indifferent, as if he didn't care whether Qianhua was the one driving the armor. She changed the subject. And the decisive scenes gradually surfaced.

In fact, she had been receiving messages from the company since Bai Lin and the others took Qianhua away. Although the poets had already conducted a physical examination of her body at the beginning, the technology used on Qianhua was the latest bio-transformation implant technology.

Her appearance, name, memories, body parts, everything was reassembled into a "person" with a basic shell. Tang Qianhua was indeed flesh and blood, but while she had a normal human physiological structure, she also had a set of "special organs" that could be hidden under her body to avoid detection.

These qualities make her a true killing machine, endowed with extraordinary concealment abilities. Her only flaw is her high energy consumption, which is why she has certain prosthetics to mask her energy needs, which are unavailable to ordinary humans.

Therefore, the company had been sending messages to Qianhua from the beginning, but due to partial memory loss, Qianhua had always decided not to respond directly. The company was also unable to track her exact location from the beginning, as the poets' base had anti-tracking capabilities.

It wasn't until Qianhua's first mission, when he showed up in that building, that the company noticed this. They quickly asked Qianhua to cooperate with the operation. After all, the only person who appeared in that building at that time and survived could be someone who had already entered the "organization."

Therefore, Chika was now supposed to be acting as a "spy" for the organization. According to the original plan, she was supposed to have installed a backdoor in the Donut Warrior's armor, thereby forcing the organization to lose the battle against the company. However, she was now actually sitting inside the armor herself.

“…Why, huh?”

Qianhua blinked her tired eyes and looked up at the starry sky, which was completely covered by the light and the bottomless space. Then, in her usual professional tone as a public relations officer, she slowly explained,

"Fundamentally, it's because when you created me, you wanted me to be just like any other person. I don't know your motivations, but aside from serving the company to a certain extent, you didn't restrict my thinking, leading to this situation."

"However, this isn't the answer you want to hear. What you want to know is what I thought about to come to this conclusion."

Qianhua chuckled twice, her injured face still pure and beautiful.

Chapter 928 Tell me how to get love back

Her voice gradually became deeper, yet as long as the wind.

"In my apartment, there's a radio I bought from a small place. It can connect to many local channels. Although it seems a bit outdated to only receive radio, it has far fewer commercials than TV, and I can hear a lot of news and other things."

"One day, I heard a mother holding a photo of her son, hoping he would appear. I forgot... or maybe I didn't even hear it, whether her son was caught up in war, disaster, or murdered, but I still remember her cries."

"And the next second, the channel was cut off, leaving only the good news in the weather forecast: it's finally going to rain."

Qianhua laughed again, but this time her smile was a little bitter. She continued,

"Is it raining? That might actually be good news. It's definitely better than having an ad from some company at the end. Or some of the salacious gossip that company employees love to spread in their free time?"

"Anyway, everyone listens to what you say. If a celebrity cheats, it's like the sky is falling. Everyone gets all excited, and those who don't know think they're having an affair. If a celebrity eats something, everyone eats it. If someone starts wearing a leather jacket, everyone starts wearing it. Is it because leather jackets are the only thing in the world?"

Raindrops fell from the sky, seemingly fitting and yet also ironic, drenching the various machines before them. Qianhua did the same. She continued to gaze into the sky, took a deep breath, and then removed her visor.

The rain wet her hair. She seemed to want to feel the coolness and wetness firsthand. Still looking at the sky, she continued to talk.

"Everyone stopped thinking and laughed when they heard something that seemed to make them happy. Or when they saw others laughing, they would laugh along without caring whether it was funny or not."

"And since that day, I've noticed all sorts of bad news getting bigger and bigger on those channels. A gangster killed a junior high school student while being chased, a mahjong scam ring was using blood to pay debts, and a regional explosion occurred during the election..."

"These things happen all the time. They didn't start to increase that day. It's just that they are becoming more and more irritating to my ears."

As she spoke, Qianhua lowered her head, looking at the mirror-like body of the Grim Reaper, which reflected her face. Her hair, wet from the rain, fell on her cheeks, and she was a little confused, but her eyes were calm. Just like her words, they sounded fragmented, but they were consistent.

"For everyone, happiness has its own color. Some people just want an ordinary life, while others want money, wealth, and status. If misfortune is gray, then this world is like when gray appears before your eyes, someone else pours a huge amount of colorful paint on everyone."

"When I discovered from those colorful pigments that they were not what I wanted, I began to search for what I really wanted. At this moment, the gray bad news began to sting me again. I gradually discovered that those gray and colorful colors were often produced by the same people."

"Or perhaps, some people should have stopped the gray, but chose to indulge it and then pour in color. In a city like this, it's basically impossible to find the color you want. Your life has been forcibly filled by others, and you endure this repetitive life just for some reason, not because you want to live."

At this time, the God of Death thought for a moment and slowly asked,

"I'm deeply surprised to hear this from a company employee. However, I do know that many employees don't truly like the company and only serve it to keep their boring lives going."

"From my perspective, I don't understand what you want. Giving everything for the company is my passion. But even if you want to pursue your own life, isn't there a better way than betrayal? For example, running away? That would be much easier than becoming our enemy, right? Of course, I don't think you can escape either."

The voice of the God of Death was extremely quiet. She was thinking about what he said, but she didn't seem to have any emotion. She was just looking at a corpse. Qianhua was silent for a while with a little confusion. Then, she closed her eyes, shook her head, and smiled.

"...Who knows? I don't know. I just feel—"

"This city is rotten and beyond saving. But even so, this damn place is still my home. I thought about escaping, but in the end, I chose this more foolish way."

"I want love back. For this city, and for myself."

Love, what an ethereal word. It's the kindness and courage that gives you the strength to lift up an elderly person who has collapsed, the strength to bear the pressures of life for those around you, the strength to give to those in need thousands of miles away whom you've never met...

There was a time when love was ignored and despised. Kindness like this was not tolerated in this city. Love seemed to have become frivolous, easily broken. Even the most basic love had become a tool for profit.

To the point that people have forgotten that the word "love" actually represents all the good things the world needs.

Now, these words were spoken by Qianhua, her voice clear and distinct, not at all like she was wavering. Amidst the patter of the rain, it was particularly clear. But before Death could react, the others around him began to sneer.

"What, love? Did I hear it right, hahahahahaha."

"Love! It sounds like something out of a fairy tale. How old are you? As a company employee, you still believe in this?"

"You didn't take the wrong medicine, did you? Did that organization brainwash you? Hahaha, I'm so happy. Only brainwashing can make people say such things."

Such sounds came one after another, surrounding Qianhua. Yes, she was living in such a city, and she had long been accustomed to it.

Death raised her hand with an indifferent look.

Chapter 929 Dangerous Situation

It seemed that it was to calm the people around him down.

She looked at Qianhua in front of her, her mouth slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something, but when the words came to her lips, they came out with other words. She only heard her say slowly,

"It seems we're still unable to communicate with each other normally. After all, no matter what your reasons are, it's still somewhat impossible to change your mind in this way. Let's end this topic here."

"Now, I want to tell you something you don't know. It's about your life experience."

"I?"

Qianhua was a little puzzled. No matter how she looked at it, she looked like an ordinary office worker, with a rather outstanding appearance at best. Death, on the other hand, began to narrate in a formulaic manner.

"Before you were transformed by the company, you had another identity. It was the company that changed you, giving you such a strong body and a brilliant mind. Of course, after saying this, you don't feel you should be grateful to the company, do you? What I want to say is—"

"According to your original identity, you still have relatives. And he is still alive in this world."

When this was mentioned, Qianhua's brows showed an unnatural solemnity. She seemed to understand that the other party was going to use some hostage tactics.

And Death, as expected, narrated,

"Haven't you ever thought about this? We went to that tavern to check on the people. What caused us to do nothing to the tavern owner? He must be the one harboring the organization. There's no reason why he wouldn't just take action right there, right?"

"The answer is very simple. Jack Donkey, the owner of the tavern, is your brother."