My own war game

Chapter 312 Training Materials
Late at night, No. 156 Wutong Street.

The two professors who had moved in temporarily had already fallen asleep, and Lisa also dozed off beside her unconscious sister's bed.

Everything is silent.

In the darkness, several red lights lit up, and a guy with many legs walked out of the darkness. Then he used the furniture next to him to climb up to the door handle in two moves.

The hind foot with the pressure sensor pressed down heavily, and the door handle was pressed down with a click.

The door to the house opened.

A dark shadow rushed out and pounced on the guy on the door!
Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!
The two figures moved around the room, chasing each other, and finally the bigger one succeeded in forcing the opponent into a corner.

Meow! !

With a long howl, the black shadow prepared to pounce.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Sparks suddenly flashed in the darkness, instantly forcing the enemy back.

Meow meow meow! ! !
Something jumped away in panic.

Click, the light was turned on.

"Napoleon, stop making trouble. It's very dangerous." Lisa held the black cat in her arms and touched her head soothingly. Then she looked at the robot on the ground that was spitting out a miniature arc gun from its mouth.

"He, are you back?" Lisa shouted outside.

Half a minute later, He Chi walked into the house exhausted. "Sorry, I went to park the car and asked it to open the door first. I didn't expect to disturb you."

"It can now move independently?" The girl looked at the robot on the ground with some surprise.

"It can be considered to be able to carry out its master's orders relatively flexibly. It seems to be learning my every move. The longer we spend together, the smarter it becomes."

"It's incredible. It seems that the previous idea is not a fantasy. Maybe it can really help." Lisa touched the top of the robot. The little thing actually put away the stun gun and moved forward actively.

He Chi shook his head. "Not enough. There are too few surgical samples for it to learn. It will never catch up at this rate."

"So what should we do? How about we take it to the hospital to study?"

"No, we don't have medical qualifications, and the hospital won't allow this kind of thing into the operating room." He Chi shook his head again, then patted the girl's shoulder and said, "Go and rest first. I have a way to solve it. We will have more patients in a few days."

Lisa kissed He Chi lightly and returned to the room. Then she became confused again. Why did He know that there would be more patients in two days?

Seeing Lisa return to the room, He Chi turned off the lights in the living room again and walked towards the shooting range as lightly as possible. The robot followed him slowly, and from time to time it used sensors to observe the surrounding environment.

He Chi walked into the shooting room and opened a hidden cabinet, which contained a variety of light weapons.

The Oriental man pinned the things inside to his waist one by one, then put on a baseball cap, and finally picked up a green square scarf to cover his face.

The robot next to it looked at its master whose movements were a little strange, and for some reason it also tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around its "head".
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In the suburbs, slums gather.

BANG BANG BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!
Fierce gunfire broke out in a convenience store as three black thugs rushed into a daily necessities store with pistols and prepared to rob it.

But the shop owner was not someone to be trifled with. While the other man was putting something into his pocket, he pulled out a Remington from under the drawer and started shooting at him.

One side has more people and more power, while the other side has more fierce firepower.

The situation came to a standstill.

A black gangster hid his body behind the shelves and raised one hand to shoot blindly. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Hey, man, how long will it take for the police to arrive?" "Don't worry, the police won't be here within fifteen minutes. Kill it, get the money and leave." The gangster agreed casually.

"OK, then I feel relieved."

The gangster felt something was wrong and turned back quickly, and a metal baseball bat suddenly enlarged in front of him.

Boom! ! ! ! !
By the time the police arrived, all three guys were lying on the ground unconscious.

Each person fell in a different way, but without exception they all suffered fractures and puncture wounds.

On the same day, the base of a local medium-sized gang was attacked by unidentified persons. Although no one died, all the people at the scene were seriously injured.

This happened for three consecutive days in different parts of California.

police station.

Chief Diallo is already extremely overwhelmed. Recently, public security incidents have occurred frequently in his jurisdiction, and his superiors have put a lot of pressure on him.

Although he didn't care about the lives of those social scums, he still attached great importance to his official position.

"How's the investigation going?" Diallo asked the detective in charge of solving the case.

"It's very strange." A subordinate holding a report reported, "In three days, a total of 14 major public security incidents occurred, and almost all of them involved guns, but the strange thing is that no one died."

"No one saw the perpetrators. The injured were all gang members. There were gunshot wounds, scratches, fractures, punctures, and even electric shocks. There was not a single fatal injury."

"It seems like the other side is just looking to get these rubbish hurt, and seems to be enjoying the process."

bump! !

Diallo slammed his fist on the table. "Damn it! I must not catch this bastard!"

The bastard didn't have time to turn himself in to the police station because his surgery was scheduled for three days later.

Those gang thugs, wearing bandages and wrapped in gauze, limped at No. 156 Wutong Street waiting for treatment.

Maybe there were too many people, or maybe the "doctor" was not in good condition recently, so the level of treatment was a bit uneven at the beginning. Some wounds were treated like works of art, while others were treated roughly like a novice who had just graduated.

However, as time passed, the gap became smaller and smaller, and after a week, those guys no longer felt anything unusual.

On the twentieth day, He Chi handed two photos of the treated wounds to Dr. Molina.

"Madam, can you tell now which one is the work of the robot?" He Chi asked.

Molina took the photo and compared it repeatedly in front of her eyes, muttering, "The left side... no, it seems that the right side... doesn't look like it either."

"I'm sorry, but the cutting and suturing was so perfect that I couldn't tell which was done by the robot."

He Chi solved the mystery at this time, "Madam, in fact, both wounds were completed by robots."

After saying this, the little guy next to him raised his two front legs and shook them as if proudly.

"Incredible!" Molina sighed softly, then looked at the Oriental man, "So you are sure you want to use it with you?"

“Yes,” He Chi nodded slowly and looked at the room where Laura was sleeping.

"Because we're running out of time."

(End of this chapter)