Chapter 267 267: Choice

Note: “Mech” typically refers to a mechanical robot, often piloted by a human or controlled by AI.

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Due to the suddenness, nobody reacted in time, and many were still immersed in the “once again great” speech of Director Allen. Who would have thought that in the next second, the missile would already be closing in before their eyes?

*Boom—*

The missile hit the conference’s main stage, and a violent explosion echoed in everyone’s ears in the square, with a large burst of flames and smoke rising from the point of explosion instantly.

Director Allen on stage was undoubtedly the most startled, fortunately, the missile did not actually hit the stage but struck the semi-transparent defensive barrier instead.

This was the backup plan of Kael Technology. The actual conference stage, though seeming close to the audience, was actually protected by barriers that were airtight and solid, only made invisible by optical means.

However, before Director Allen could even sigh in relief, under his horrified gaze, the barrier protecting the stage began to fade rapidly until it completely disappeared.

“What!?”

Then the next missile, no, a group of missiles came howling in, targeting Director Allen and the rapidly arriving Kael Technology security team.

Watching these missiles flying unrestrained in the air, Director Allen opened his mouth but before he could say anything, in the next moment, the explosion’s flames directly engulfed him and the conference stage.

<<What, what, what, what—what’s happening! Dear audience, a major crisis! A major accident has occurred at Kael Technology’s conference! Is this a terrorist attack? Where are the drones, what is the company’s security drones doing? Why didn’t they intercept the missiles!?>>

<<I just hacked into their company’s internal system and found that Kael Technology’s security measures were completely paralyzed in an instant, whether it’s drones or barrier fields, all were actively disabled, probably due to a virus planted in advance>>

The somber female host, now wearing headphones and furiously typing on the keyboard, spoke in a dead and quickened tone.

<<A virus? This seems to be a well-planned attack. Who’s behind this? A competitor? The mafia? Or Dragon Nation? But as a security company, Kael Technology shouldn’t>>

The hot hostess’s nervous words were not finished when the next moment, another sudden change occurred at the conference site.

From the already chaotic crowd in Kael Square, suddenly it seemed like someone detonated a bomb on themselves, not to cause an explosion, but to spread a large cloud of red mist, quickly enveloping the entire square.

<<This mist, could it be…>> Even Martha, usually the joker host, now spoke with a bit of solemnity, her normally lively and pretty face now furrowed with worry.

<<It’s the Miasma, the pollution index of Miasma at the scene is skyrocketing, already exceeding the safety value by five times… six times… ten times… and still rising>>Saya stared dead at the computer.

<<How did they do this!? No, are they insane!? There are tens of thousands of people in the square right now, such a concentration of Miasma could trigger a strong bodily rejection reaction, do they want to turn everyone into rampaging, crazed Eclipse?>>

Not only did the Night Love Radio fall into an extremely tense atmosphere, but Kael Technology’s conference was also a major media platform that was being reported and broadcasted by all major media. In other words, almost everyone who turned on the TV could see Kael Square enveloped in the ominous and disastrous red mist of Miasma.

“Mama, mama?” David, watching the live broadcast at home, is now staring at the chaotic square on the TV, at a loss.

A second ago, the little boy was holding the birthday gift his mother gave him two days ago, a hero mech. Leaning on the mech toy, he enjoyed the envious looks from his classmates for the first time. Now, David is excitedly watching his mother attend the conference as a member of the “Fantasy Supervision.”

The next second, the light from missiles fills the conference, followed by the spreading red mist. Little David, although not understanding what these are, can sense the severe crisis from the panicked tone of the host and the screams at the scene.

He anxiously runs to the side of the TV, calling out his mother’s name because she is also at the scene. But the next second, the live feed turns to static, and nothing can be seen. All David can do is tightly clutch the mech toy his mother gave him, as tears keep falling on the toy.

The high concentration of Miasma is a devastating blow to electronic devices. Cameras used for live broadcasting simply cannot withstand the erosion of Miasma, and the live feeds from various TV stations all cut out after three to four seconds.

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Meanwhile.

In the Sin City, at the top of the Demon Queen Tower, a certain succubus has also pushed aside all matters to watch the live broadcast of Kael Technology’s conference.

When she sees the red mist spreading and the square falling into massive chaos, with mental pollution spreading rapidly, such a dimension-reducing strike obviously caught Kael Technology off guard for a moment, daring not to send troops in. Because the higher the level of the cybernetic combat units, the more susceptible they are to mental pollution and the easier it becomes for them to turn into cybernetic crazies, or berserk Eclipse.

The backstage manipulator of this terrorist attack obviously used the tens of thousands of people in the square as cover. The purpose of doing so is clearly not just to sabotage the conference but to take the opportunity to seize the only three-set brand brought out from the public Dream Zero.

“So.”

“What would you do master?”

Lena, changing from her previous frivolous image, looks indifferently at the live broadcast that has turned to static due to the Miasma. At this point, if it were Emperor Ashen, the fisherman benefits from the quarrel between the snipe and the clam. For Ashen, such chaos is undoubtedly the best cover, after all, Miasma is like air to Renji, not affecting him at all. .𝒎

In this way, by taking advantage of the chaos created by the mafia, because of the presence of Miasma, no one knows what exactly happened at the conference. After black eating black the brand from the hands of the mafia, they can still turn around and splash the dirty water on the mafia, completely distancing themselves and achieving a perfect action.

The cost is just the tens of thousands of people in the square suffering from the effects of Miasma. For Renji, that’s not much, right?

‘Of course, Master Ashen… Oh, Master Renji, could also choose another path, a more foolish approach, is to take the Kael Technology brand into their hands after leveraging the power of the mafia’

Buzz… Buzz!

Just as Lena thought of this, the TV screen in front of her, which had previously been static, seems to have restored some of the live feed, the only reason being that the concentration of Miasma at the scene is decreasing.

And the reason for the decrease

From the live sound of the TV, came intermittent strange sounds, those of electronic synthesized mechanical voices.

[Unknown program detected, reading and analysis in progress]

[Checking compatibility]

[Allocating computing power]

[Mech model construction in progress 13%54%76%99%]

[Loading completed. 3, 2, 1]

[False Canon Angel Reconstruction—Bright Leftover Woman number Ride on!]

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A glimmer of dawn appeared over Kael Square, enveloped in the tainted Miasma red mist.

This kind of light was not unfamiliar to people; it was the same shining color as the main feature of the conference revealed just a few minutes ago.

Numerous recording devices at the scene, now slightly restored, all turned their lenses towards that thread of light, followed by the shadow of a gigantic mech, over ten stories tall, flickering in and out of visibility within the red mist.

People outside the television couldn’t help but doubt if they were hallucinating, feeling tense and confused, and so were the people at Kael Square, at the conference site.

“Ha ha ha, die, you corporate dogs!” A gang member wearing a special mask, now holding a rifle, laughed madly and began to shoot around wildly under the cover of the Tainted Miasma mist.

These gang members attacking the conference had bypassed AI identity checks from the beginning with the help of virus programs, blending into the crowd in the square early on, waiting for the moment when Kael Technology truly brought out the target brand, to immediately tear off their disguises and create chaos to their heart’s content.

Unfortunately, before he could laugh a few more times, a beautiful figure flashed in front of him, a whistling kick directly sent the gang member and his rifle flying, crashing to the ground, unable to get up again.

“Miss Eileen is really cool!” Keyji, followed by the trembling Lily, gave a shaky thumbs up to the girl standing on the unconscious body of the gang member.

“It’s nothing much.”

Eileen waved her hand and then urged the scholars from Sin City following her to keep up closely.

After the conference was attacked by terrorists and enveloped in Tainted Miasma red mist, external support forces couldn’t get in, and the security robots inside the conference were all paralyzed, giving the gang members an absolute advantage.

The remaining Kael Technology security personnel made a decisive decision, abandoning the other invited guests and the crowd at the conference site, focusing all their efforts to protect the main feature brand at all costs.

For them, protecting the company’s assets was the top priority, and the lives of others were not important at all.

The abandoned scholars from Sin City, especially Professor Einstein, couldn’t help but curse loudly, regretting only at this moment seeing the true face of the company. With many unarmed scholars around, amidst the dense gunfire, they could only hide and tremble, but they were still discovered by the gang members. Just when they thought they were about to be shot, the previous scene occurred.

Now, the scholars, like Keyji, looked at Eileen with eyes of shock, relief, and as if she were a savior. Nobody thought that someone among them could actually stand up, and the keen- eyed Professor Einstein instantly realized the identity of the girl as an Eclipse.

‘Wait… this miss, wasn’t she Brother Renji’s assistant?’

Thinking of this, Keyji was the first to react. He had been too frightened and confused before to realize this, and now he hurriedly asked the girl:

“Where’s Brother Renji! Miss Eileen, we have to quickly find Brother Renji!”

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