136: I'm a professional at chopping meat.

Zzzzt—!

The high-frequency shriek of the industrial chainsaw exploded within the enclosed cold storage, a hundred times more grating than the previous electric saw sound.

The smell of rust in the air was instantly overwhelmed by a scorching odor.

It was the heat wave generated by the chainsaw spinning rapidly and friction with the air.

"Chen Mo, according to the data model, you have a comminuted fracture of your left tibia, and your movement speed has decreased by 74%."

Professor Qin's voice came through the loudspeaker of the steel monster, carrying that nauseating tone of academic discussion.

"I want to see how you plan to pay for this fat man's door."

The two-and-a-half-meter-tall steel behemoth took a step.

Thud.

The ground trembled.

It raised its right arm, and the wildly spinning chainsaw wasn't aimed at a person, but casually sliced through a hanging slab of pork nearby.

Pfft.

Half a slab of pork, frozen rock-hard, was instantly sliced in two, skin and bone included.

The cut was smooth, even steaming faintly.

No blood flowed out, as the wound was instantly cauterized by the high temperature of the friction.

"That's prime black pork!"

Ninth Master's eyelids twitched wildly, and his fleshy face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver.

He fumbled under the cutting board, pulled out a greasy remote control, and pressed down hard with his thumb.

"Hang them up for me!"

Click-clack-click-clack.

A dense sound of mechanical gnashing suddenly came from the ceiling above.

The rail system used to transport pork on the cold storage ceiling had activated.

Dozens of pulleys carrying iron hooks began spinning wildly, and the previously still pig carcasses slid rapidly along the tracks in the cold storage like a horde of reanimated zombies.

The steel monster was just about to raise the Gatling gun on its left arm.

Bang!

A two-hundred-jin slab of frozen pork, using the inertia of the rail, smashed violently into its back like a bowling ball.

The exoskeleton armor emitted a sharp clang.

The monster stumbled a step from the impact.

"Now!"

Although Chen Mo only had one good leg, his explosive power was still astonishing.

Instead of sprinting straight, he slid along the ground, using the wildly swinging pork slabs for cover, like a wounded but still cunning jackal.

That was a blind spot.

The screwdriver in Su Qingxue's hand moved as well.

She didn't rush toward the monster; instead, she flung the screwdriver in her hand toward a light fixture on the cold storage ceiling.

Pop!

The light bulb shattered.

The last bit of light source in the cold storage vanished.

Only the dismal green glow emanating from the server cabinet remained, along with the sparks drawn by the chainsaw in the darkness.

"Foolish."

Professor Qin's voice remained steady.

Zzzzzzzzt—

That row of Gatling guns began to warm up.

"Thermal imaging system activated."

In the darkness, two spots of red light lit up on the monster's mask.

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat!

Muzzle flashes erupted.

The dense bullet storm instantly shredded the slabs of pork blocking the way.

Shredded meat and bone fragments scattered everywhere like buckshot.

Chen Mo felt his scalp tingle; several bullets grazed past his ear and struck the stainless steel cutting table behind him, sending up a shower of sparks.

He quickly curled up and rolled into the groove of a drainage ditch.

"Li Ke! How much longer!"

Chen Mo yelled toward the area beneath the cutting table.

"Don't rush me! This firewall is thicker than the Pentagon! I'm bypassing the logic lock!"

Li Ke was huddled in the dead corner beneath the cutting table, clutching the laptop, his face pale in the screen's light, his fingers cramping.

"Thirty seconds! Give me thirty more seconds!"

"Thirty seconds is enough time for them to collect your corpse!"

Ninth Master roared and charged out of the darkness.

The fat man looked clumsy, but on his own turf, he was as nimble as a ball.

He carried the thick-backed bone cleaver in his hand, using the pork slabs swinging from the rail for cover, and circled around to the monster's flank.

"Go to hell, you money-wasting piece of junk!"

Ninth Master let out a fierce shout, his body fat trembling as all his strength concentrated in his wrist.

Clang!!!

The bone cleaver struck hard against the hydraulic rod of the monster's knee joint.

Sparks flew everywhere.

That was the hardest 'bone' Ninth Master had ever cut in his life.

A large chip broke off the blade, and the web of his hand was streaming with blood from the shock.

But the blow was not entirely useless.

The hydraulic rod of the exoskeleton was dented, right where the drive shaft was located.

The monster's movement visibly paused, and its left leg emitted a grating metallic screech.

"A bit of strength."

Professor Qin commented, "But this is aerospace-grade titanium alloy."

Whoosh—

The massive mechanical arm swept across.

Ninth Master had no time to dodge and could only hold the heavy bone cleaver horizontally across his chest.

Bang!

It was like being hit by a truck traveling at high speed.

Ninth Master's two-hundred-plus-jin body was sent flying, overturning a row of shelves before smashing hard against the wall, letting out a muffled groan, and then sliding down motionless.

"Ninth Master!"

Chen Mo's eyes seemed ready to burst.

He sprang up from the drainage ditch.

Taking advantage of the monster's post-swing rigidity, he leaped onto its back like a gecko.

The slender boning knife was gripped in a reverse hold.

"Titanium alloy, huh?"

Chen Mo clung tightly to the gaps in the exoskeleton armor, hanging completely on the monster's back.

"I don't believe your neck is titanium alloy too!"

The sharp knife in his hand targeted the soft rubber seal layer where the helmet and chest plate connected.

That was the flexible structure that had to be maintained to ensure the head could rotate freely.

And the only weakness.

Pffft!

The sharp knife stabbed inside.

But it only went in an inch before getting stuck.

Inside, there was another layer of chainmail lining.

"Naïve."

Professor Qin sneered.

The monster's head actually rotated a full one hundred and eighty degrees.

The cold mask was practically pressed against Chen Mo's nose.

The red electronic eyes flickered with an eerie light.

Zzzzt—!

The chainsaw, originally in the right hand, now swung directly toward Chen Mo on its back due to the mechanical arm's reverse joint articulation.

One cut with this saw would sever Chen Mo at the waist.

"Let go!"

Su Qingxue screamed and rushed out.

She held a long meat hook she had picked up from the ground, fiercely snagging the monster's chainsaw-wielding right wrist and desperately pulling back.

But the disparity in strength was too great.

Su Qingxue was lifted clean off the ground.

Right at this critical moment.

Li Ke, who had been huddled under the cutting table, suddenly shouted:

"It's broken!!!"

Buzz—

The green-glowing server cabinet suddenly let out a massive roar.

The previously calm green liquid instantly boiled.

Old Lin's brain violently contracted, like a heart pumping blood.

An invisible ripple instantly swept across the entire cold storage.

The steel monster, which was about to slice Chen Mo in half, suddenly froze.

Its red electronic eyes flickered intensely, like a light bulb with a loose connection.

The voice from the loudspeaker also turned into intermittent static:

"Detection... data overflow... interception... failed..."

"Now!"

Li Ke rolled out from under the table, hugging the laptop. "Old Lin seized control authority of this thing's Fire Control System! Only five seconds!"

Five seconds.

For an ordinary person, that might only be enough time to blink twice.

But for Chen Mo, it was enough to decide life or death.

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