The members of the Octagonal Round Table meeting.
They watched as this giant factory frantically produced cloned modified humans.
Previously, they had also modified the remaining modified humans left by the Alliance, and their combat effectiveness was excellent. The combat power of one modified human was enough to resist an entire platoon.
However, in the last battle, almost all of them were taken down by Alice.
Even the mecha platoon suffered heavy casualties, with basically no one returning. They sent out reconnaissance teams and found that apart from the damaged mechs at the scene.
All the modified humans had disappeared.
Therefore, these elders believed that the modified humans had been captured by Alice.
As a result, they expressed skepticism about the production of modified humans.
However, the large-scale factory for modified humans presented by the Grand Elder was producing such modified humans in large quantities.
âIs this really useful? What if theyâre brainwashed by the rebel army on the other side? They might turn their guns on us,â one elder questioned.
The Grand Elder slowly tapped the table.
He revealed an obscure and enigmatic smile.
That smile was somewhat insane, yet also arrogant.
He said leisurely, âDonât worry, these modified humans have undergone special treatment. Havenât you seen the connection lines on their heads?
Through certain special means, they have been indoctrinated to be troops belonging only to us, slaves loyal to us for eternity. Moreover, I have implanted special chips in them.
If they dare to turn their guns on us, even if they just have a thought of rebellion, they will be subjected to powerful electric shocks from the chips until death!
So, you can understand them as robots with human skin exteriors.
This is also the latest product of our group, developed by integrating a large number of advanced technologies.â
The Grand Elderâs words echoed in the Octagonal Round Table conference room like those of a demon from hell.
The Grand Elder placed both hands on the table, looking at the blurred figures of the crowd.
With seductive language, he said, âThis factory can produce 200 modified humans every day. Give it a few days, and it can create a huge army.
These modified humans donât need supplies, donât need to live, they tirelessly obey our orders to fight until their energy is depleted or they die.
Can you imagine the feeling of having such an army?
As long as we equip them with various weapons, they will be a powerful army, an army that belongs only to me.
We can not only control Sky City, but also directly bypass the Alliance army, and clear out these troublesome civilians in Detroit more efficiently and effectively.â
The Grand Elder spoke word by word.
His voice echoed in the conference room.
The other elders of the NASDAQ Group listened to his words.
They remained silent, seemingly hesitant, because this was an insane plan. It meant that the NASDAQ Group would bypass the Alliance and become an extremely huge group.
They might even overthrow the government and become the government themselves.
This was extremely risky.
After all, they had always been a group dependent on the Alliance, constantly draining the Allianceâs blood, growing like leeches sucking the Allianceâs nutrients.
If the Alliance collapsed.
Whose blood would they suck?
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In other words, the Alliance acted as their enforcer. When big or small issues arose, they would use various means to make the Alliance send troops. After all, it was the Allianceâs people who died.
Their group could gain benefits.
Wasnât it good to just spend a little money to make the Alliance risk their lives?
The Grand Elder continued, âI know what youâre hesitating about. When you initially became controllers of the NASDAQ Group, it was for eternity, immortality.
But if we have this army, we will have everything in this world, even the Sky Cities of other regional Alliances.
With their technology, we can produce endless resources for our own use.
Moreover, controlling them will make it easier to eliminate obstacles like the resistance army and the rebel army, wonât it?
As for the Alliance, their army has long been useless. We can cut off their supplies, which will save us a lot of costs.â
Under his continuous temptation.
The other elders remained silent for a while.
Finally, they nodded. Such an insane plan had more benefits than drawbacks.
On this day, the NASDAQ Groupâs Elder Council agreed to the plan for modified humans.
They watched on the huge screen.
The large factory sent the produced modified humans.
To the equipment workshop, where the modified humans were fitted with black mechanical armor, looking like medieval black knights, full of terror and bloodiness.
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In Detroit, below Sky City.
At a circular road in the city.
A large number of vehicles had been abandoned here, still burning with raging flames. Among these already scrapped vehicles, armored vehicles of the police could be found.
A bunch of fierce men stood on the cars cheering, holding Molotov cocktails, machine guns, and various strange combat machines in their hands.
âBrothers and sisters, tonight is our night of revelry. Weâll show those Alliance bastards and those damned groups our power!
Theyâve always been pressing down on us.
Now itâs our turn to be the masters, to ride on their heads, to rob their money, to take their places. What can they do to us?!â
âWoohooď˝Woohooď˝Woohoo!â
âWoohoo!â
The crowd cheered jubilantly.
Some people fired their guns into the sky.
The sound of ta-ta-ta⌠rose and fell, expressing the joy of a wild celebration.
Some even drank on the spot, clapping and whistling, and you could even see provocative women, scantily clad, starting to pole dance.
Instantly attracting the attention of a large number of men.
Cheers rose and fell.
Now in Detroit, a large number of troops had been sent to the front lines, resulting in insufficient defense within the city.
Especially as the reputation of the Spark Organization grew larger and larger, giving hope to these lower-class civilians, so these civilians engaged in widespread looting, causing the entire order to become chaotic.
After all, they had been suppressed for a long time.
It was only natural that they needed to vent.
Moreover, the current Guard Bureau simply couldnât keep up, because there were at least dozens of such riots, and their manpower couldnât be spread so thin.
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Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from the crowd.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-taâŚ
The frenzied machine gun fire instantly cut down swaths of people at the bonfire party. Even the pole-dancing women couldnât escape falling.
Their originally fair skin was now a bloody mess.
The civilians who reacted.
Immediately found nearby cover to hide.
Then they saw that on the street, a group of soldiers wearing black mechanical armor had appeared out of nowhere.
They marched in neat steps, like ancient Roman troops, in perfect unison, looking more like soldiers from Star Wars, wearing helmets, holding very sci-fi guns in their hands.
âWhat the hell are these things?â
âCould it be the Alliance army?â
âWasnât the army not supposed to deal with anything in the city?â
The rebelling civilians discussed among themselves, looking at such a neat and orderly troop, feeling a sense of fear in their hearts.
But a big man directly set up a heavy machine gun and fired at this black-armored troop.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-taâŚâŚ!
The flames of the machine gun spewed furiously.
Bullets rained down on this troop.
Seeing this, other civilians also set up their guns and fired. A large number of bullets rained down on them.
Unfortunately, their heavy armor completely blocked the bullet attacks. Even heavy machine guns only left bullet marks on the armor.
Instead, in their field of vision.
A blue screen appeared.
Intelligently locking onto these living beings and objects attacking them.
Then, these modified humans emotionlessly raised the guns in their hands and casually pulled the triggers.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-taâŚâŚ The sound of machine guns, and the flames in the night, spewed bullets that accurately hit every living being. Even people hiding in cars
were hit in the head by armor-piercing bullets, instantly dying.
This was simply a naked slaughter.
The modified humans only took 30 seconds to slaughter all the people at the party. In this civilian riot, at least 300 people died.
Others who saw this bloody scene.
Fled frantically.
But when they fled back to their own houses.
Two minutes later.
The doors of the houses were directly kicked open. These black-armored modified humans broke in from outside, without a word extending an iron rod, directly knocking them unconscious and taking them away.
These rioters would be sent to prison.
Unless they paid enough ransom, they could be released without charge. The rest would enter the prison as laborers, working for free for the NASDAQ Group.
And such things happened quite a few times on this night.
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