Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

The underground space, filled with the stench of blood, was deathly silent.

The troops that Squich had deployed were completely wiped out.

The survivor of the Hills Alliance also had his neck snapped with a crack.

Now, in this vast underground space, only Kong Jiu and an alchemical puppet remain, standing among the corpses, staring at each other.

Blue Giant, this "robot hero" powered by a mixture of spiritual energy and electrical energy, did not have its head twisted off and die at the hands of Future Kongjiu because of the blood control.

At this moment, the pupils of the logistics hero who usually commands and inputs instructions are gradually dilating.

The Blue Giant tried to lift his colleague's remains to stand up, but the still-warm body slid limply to the ground.

Now, he can only rely on his rudimentary AI to act.

"Did you kill all my colleagues?"

The blue giant raised his head, looked at the equally expressionless Eastern youth, and asked in a mechanical voice colder than the frost armor on his body.

It was only then that Kong Jiu noticed that there were still superheroes alive.

Gazing at this colossus, whose attributes far surpassed those of the veteran Wendart, he sighed helplessly.

"Maybe so, it was indeed 'me' who killed them all."

Kong Jiu said with a wry smile.

Just now, more than a dozen people had their necks snapped and died right in front of him, like bugs that were casually crushed.

He felt a deep sense of unease and rejection.

What kind of person will I become in the future?

In his view, are these people's lives so unforgivable and unpitying?

But for some reason, in a short moment, he was able to pull himself out of the horror of losing more than a dozen lives at his hands.

I feel like I've become numb?

Am I becoming a cold-hearted person?

Kong Jiu's thoughts began to drift uncontrollably again, until the cold, mechanical voice of the blue giant pulled him back to reality.

"You should probably run away now, intruder."

The blue giant said in a slightly trembling voice, as if electrified, "Lady Red Leaf is about to come out. She's a legitimate psychic; you can't possibly defeat her."

As the Blue Giant spoke, he raised the Iron Wall.

Beneath layers of ice armor, a base personnel dispatch monitor rested on his iron arm.

The red dot representing Ms. Hongye has now reached the elevator entrance on the third floor.

In less than half a minute, the strongest fighter in the Hills Alliance, a powerful psionicist known as a super mutant, will arrive at this horrific scene and unleash her fury on the intruders who took away her colleagues.

At least that's what the Blue Giant's rudimentary AI thought.

The blue giant stood motionless, staring blankly at Kong Jiu.

Kong Jiu also stared back at the cold machine.

"I thought you would rush over and start a fight with me."

Kong Jiu's conflicted feelings eased slightly when he looked at this dull alchemical creation.

"The combat display shows that my combat power at full strength is 104, while the strength of your spiritual energy barrier just now was 583. The consequence of contact is: suicide."

The robot announced a string of numbers in its strange, trembling voice.

interesting.

Kong Jiu's lips curled up slightly, showing a hint of curiosity towards the machine that had miraculously survived.

"What is Ms. Kureha's combat strength?"

"I will not reveal our combat strength to the invaders..."

"Approximately how many times stronger is Lady Kureha than the invaders?"

"Approximately 2.7 times..."

"A mentally challenged AI."

Kong Jiu looked at the Blue Giant with a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Useless robot."

"Listen, I really don't want to kill anyone, and I don't want to have any conflict with you..."

Kong Jiu sighed, still trying to explain his purpose, even though now all that remained was a robot equipped with a not-so-intelligent AI.

"Even if Ms. Hongye comes out, I will explain to her that causing such casualties was not my intention..."

Swah——

The seemingly closed silver-white steel wall behind the Blue Giant suddenly opened a crack.

A woman came out.

To be precise, she is a woman of East Asian descent.

She wore a crimson kimono with an orange-yellow sun printed on it, and red leaves dotted the rays of the sun.

The clothing was typical of Japanese women, but the rising sun that shone through it instantly caught Kong Jiu's attention.

However, what's even stranger is her hairstyle.

His forehead was shaved clean, leaving only the hair at the back of his head parted in the middle and combed into a pair of "big wings," resembling an oversized middle-part hairstyle.

It's almost like... Empress Dowager Cixi draped in the Rising Sun Flag?

Looking at it this way, it's no wonder that Kong Jiu had never heard of this superhero.

Judging from the Blue Giant's combat strength assessment and her attire, this "Lady Red Maple" is most likely a pure combat unit who doesn't participate in film and television production and naturally doesn't care about her image.

This image is unlikely to have an audience.

But was she a Manchu remnant or a Japanese?

"A bunch of mediocre people. I'm already exhausted from maintaining the barrier against heavy weapons, and now I have to save the day for you guys..."

Ms. Hongye's voice was shrill as she spoke, her wooden clogs already stepping into this sea of ​​blood.

Before she could finish speaking, she saw her colleagues lying in pools of blood, leaving only the Blue Giant staring at her.

"They're all dead?" Her voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief.

The blue giant nodded, then turned to Kong Jiu, pointed at him, and said, "It was this intruder who did it."

"Intruder, you can't escape. I suggest you negotiate with Ms. Hongye."

The blue giant spoke to Kong Jiu in a cold, mechanical voice, his tone completely flat, making it unclear whether he was trying to persuade him to surrender or offering a sincere suggestion.

However, Kong Jiu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Thanks, but I suddenly don't want to have a proper talk anymore."

The book in his hand flashed with black light and transformed into a giant club.

This was his most frequently used weapon to relieve stress when he was under a lot of pressure collecting corpses in the past.

A baseball bat and a scripture borrowed from Sophie.

Before swinging the bat, simply recite a few lines of scripture, rebuking the Japanese for blaspheming their faith, then throw the book at them and swing the bat hard to vent your anger.

Those were some of the few happy times Kong Jiu had.

Kong Jiu loved the Japanese.

Manchu remnants, Kong Jiu also loved.

"Ms. Hongye, your outfit and hairstyle are truly unique."

Kong Jiu sneered, gently patting his palm with a large stick as he approached step by step.

"Are you a Manchu princess or a Yamato Nadeshiko?"

Upon hearing the voices of others, Niu Hulu Danqiu shifted his gaze from his deceased colleague to the speaker.

Upon seeing this, her heart sank.

This aura...

Grade C?

C-level psychic?

Niu Hulu Danqiu's heart was in his throat.

She remembered that when she took the D-level psychic exam a few years ago, the C-level psychic examiner's aura was about the same—thick and oppressive.

But the examiner was an elderly man who had become a C-level psychic after years of hard work, which didn't surprise Danqiu.

But this young man in front of me looks so young?

Having achieved the status of a D-level psychic by the age of thirty through family background and personal effort, Niu Hulu Danqiu considered himself exceptionally talented.

But the person in front of me, who looks to be no more than twenty years old, is actually a C-level psychic?

Moreover, the stick in his hand also seems to be a C-grade spiritual object?

Niohuru Danqiu was drenched in cold sweat and involuntarily took a small step back.

"Sir, what is the meaning of carrying that stick...?"

Seeing that they were both of the yellow race, Niohuru Danqiu began to flatter him.

As Kong Jiu approached with a wicked smile, a hint of nervousness crept into her expression.

"Oh, this."

Kong Jiu clapped his hands with the baseball bat, looking eager to get started.

"This can be considered a spiritual being that recognizes me as its master and shares the same senses with me."

As he spoke, Kong Jiu walked up to the woman who was both a Manchu remnant and resembled a Japanese.

"My baseball bat says it's a little itchy, could you rub your head against it?"