Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"You are different, he is the successor, and you are the savior."

The content of the message flashed through Ron's mind again. His eyes were fixed on the camera on the side of the road. He couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes. This was so interesting. If all of this was true, it meant that this was a crime. A self-aware machine!

Oh my God! What on earth did Finch create?

"You can see me, right?" Ron waved to the camera. Sure enough, the camera swayed left and right along with his waving motion, and Ron suddenly became more interested.

"If you want me to help, you should at least show more sincerity, and at least tell me why you asked me to come over?" Chatting with a camera on the street? If there were any pedestrians passing by at this moment, they would definitely regard Ron as a lunatic!

This time, the camera didn't respond, just like the machine couldn't hear at all, but Ron didn't give up. He believed that since the cunning machine knew about the encrypted phone Peggy gave him, it must have a way to listen. to what he said.

Either through lip recognition through the camera, or directly hacking into the phone and secretly turning on the receiver, there are ways.

"It seems like you don't have much sincerity, so forget it. Whether it's Finch or other things you plan to show me, I'm suddenly not interested anymore, so just let them fend for themselves~"

"Maybe I can take this opportunity to catch up on some sleep~" Ron said, stretched lazily, and walked towards the corridor. Just after taking two steps, his phone suddenly vibrated again, and Ron couldn't help showing a trace of imperceptible emotion. smile.

It’s just a machine, not even a human being, and you still want to fight me~

"Collins Tausi is currently in Long Beach, and the killer is approaching her."

"FXXK!" Ron couldn't help but cursed secretly, the damn machine had touched his life now.

Although Ron and Collins had relatively little interaction and basically dated about once a week, Ron had to admit that among all the members of the opposite sex he knew, Collins was the most suitable for marriage.

At first, Ron only felt that Collins was the sister next door, but as time went by, and Collins's own poor appearance, Ron still fell. So when he received the news that Collins was attacked, Ron was extremely nervous.

Because he knew very well that the machine did not lie, Collins was indeed there!

"What do you mean? Threatening me with my woman?" Ron glared at the camera, but he didn't wait too long. As soon as he finished speaking, his phone vibrated again.

"I, the machine, the developer Harold Finch, due to an operational error during a test on March 31, 2005, caused the program to be damaged, and a new error program was derived and split from the main program, and the system could not delete it automatically. .

After calculations, this program will destroy all human civilization in thirty years, until a man named Jack Lee Cooper destroys the error program itself, and you and Collins are this person's parents.

The faulty program has sent a killer robot from the future and is now on its way to assassinate Collins. "

The corners of Ron's eyes twitched. The end of the world, the savior, and the robot killers coming to hunt down the world in the future. These elements gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Isn't this "The Terminator"?

At first, Ron had never seen a Terminator movie in this world, and he was worried for a long time. According to his experience, any movie or TV series that does not exist in this world will definitely appear in real life. .

When Ron was a child, he specifically inquired about Sarah Connor for a long time, but except for seeing a waiter of the same name who looked very much like the heroine in a restaurant, there was no suspicious target.

Ron stayed at the restaurant where he worked as a waiter for a month, but no robot killer who looked like the governor showed up, so he had to give up.

When he was short of money in college, he wrote a script about the "Terminator" story he remembered and planned to sell it to Hollywood to earn some tuition. However, no company in the arrogant Hollywood was willing to buy a movie script written by a student, so he had to Give up.

At first, he thought he was too concerned, but he didn't expect that if he dared to flap his butterfly wings, Sarah Connor would be fine, and he and Collins would become the parents of the supplicant?

"Wait a minute, if the future savior is my and Collins' child, then why didn't he come to me instead of Collins?" Ron stared at the camera: "Does your artificial intelligence also bully the weak and fear the strong? "

This time the machine's answer was very straightforward. As soon as Ron finished speaking, the phone vibrated. There was only one word on it: "YES."

Ron was furious and was about to call Collins when his phone vibrated again: "Taking into account the success rate, after measuring the combat effectiveness of both parents of the savior, targeting Collins has a higher success rate."

"Hey, Collins, listen to me, you immediately find a safe place to stay, preferably a place without any cameras, and throw away your phone. I will go find you right now... Yes, that's right, you have It’s dangerous…don’t ask me why, just be obedient and I’ll be there soon.”

Ron hung up the phone and immediately started the car anxiously.

If a machine can be connected to the Internet and control all the electronic devices in the world, there is no reason why killer robots coming back from the future should not have this capability.

Ron now doesn't dare to measure the other party's information capabilities in the same way as the old version of the movie, so asking Collins to throw away the phone is the best choice. As for how to find her, Ron doesn't have to worry about it.

He was sure that the killer robot would make some noise first. As long as he killed the robot before it found Collins, everything would be settled.

On the other side, a muscular man who took off a cool leather suit from a cleaner was quickly guided by passers-by to the nearest weapons store. Looking at the dazzling array of firearms, he instinctively chose the one that looked the most explosive. Powerful shotgun.

"I want that."

"No problem," the boss took the gun from the shelf, wiped it with care and handed it to the man: "Guest, you are really discerning. Although this 1887 lever shotgun has been discontinued for many years, I think it is the most classic One of the best shotguns, the standard equipment of every real man..."

"Where are the bullets?" the man asked expressionlessly.

"Here, there are two types of ammunition to choose from, deer bullets and single-point bullets, but if you are hunting, I prefer deer bullets. Do you plan to pay by card or cash?"

The boss piled the bullets on the table. The man opened the box and stuffed the bullets into the gun one by one. The boss moved his mouth, but for the sake of business, he didn't say anything.

Anyway, there is not much business in the store now. It is rare for a customer to come, and he does not want to let the business he talks about go away.

"I plan to use this to pay." The man pointed the gun at the gun shop owner and pulled the trigger.

"Boom!" The boss was knocked backwards by the huge kinetic energy of the shotgun. The alarm sounded loudly in the store, but the man turned a blind eye and selected several firearms from the store and put them into his backpack together.

But this also caused him to miss the best time to escape. Immediately, the police blocked him in the gun store.

"Don't move! This is the Los Angeles police. Put down your gun immediately and raise your hands to surrender! Otherwise..."

The policeman said, but the man raised his gun unmoved, and aimed at him under the policeman's frightened eyes. When the policeman saw that something was not going well, he immediately opened fire.

"Bang bang bang..." The policeman emptied the pistol magazine in an instant, but something terrible happened. The bullet seemed to have no effect on the man. He was walking forward while being shot.

Even the bullet he accidentally hit on the head actually sparked a cluster of sparks!

Oh my God, is this man’s skull made of metal? !

In fact, not only is his head made of metal, but his entire frame is made of high-strength alloy!

"Have you beaten enough? Now it's my turn." The man put the shotgun on the policeman's head, pulled the trigger, and the shotgun with huge kinetic energy immediately blasted the entire head to pieces.

"Thank you for the motorcycle." The man stuffed the shotgun into the holster of the motorcycle, just right, turned around, said thank you to the headless corpse, and turned away.

From his perspective, a virtual map appeared on the road ahead. Two moving red dots were displayed on the map in real time. The moving tracks of the red dots became increasingly blurry, and finally they simply stopped on the map. A place then flashes like crazy.

The man frowned. This did not mean that the target stopped moving, but that the target information was lost!

But everything was normal with the other red dot. Not only that, the red dot was still approaching him quickly! The man thought for a moment, then simply gave up on the red dot that had lost its signal and headed towards the red dot that was approaching him.

"Attention all police officers on duty! Attention all police officers on duty! A robbery just occurred at the gun store at No. 66 Beach Road. A police officer died. Now the gangster is driving north along Beach Road. The target person is strong and wearing leather clothes. , short hair, about 185cm, riding a police motorcycle, please ask the nearest police officer to assist in the search!"

As soon as Ron drove the car into Long Beach, a call came from the police channel on the radio. Ron was delighted. He was now on the beach highway.

Driving from south to north, doesn't that mean we just bumped into him?

Ron looked up and looked ahead. This was a road that passed through a hillside. The uphill roads converged at the top of the road a hundred times ahead, and then began to turn sharply downward, forming a triangular-like structure.

You can't see what's going on at the other end of the road.

But now, the faint rumble of motorcycles could be heard on the opposite road. Ron controlled the steering wheel with one hand, but already held the M500 revolver in his other hand.

"Buzz~" The strong man suddenly increased the accelerator, causing the entire motorcycle head to lift up. The entire vehicle ran to a small slope on the side of the road at maximum speed, and the entire vehicle flew up due to the inertia.

At this moment, Ron's car also appeared in his field of vision. The man took out the 1887 lever shotgun from the holster, flicked it in the air, completed the loading action, and then pointed the gun at Ron car.

"boom!"

The first shot hit the rear window and punched a small hole in the back seat sofa.

At the same time, Ron also discovered the man who was shooting at him: "It is indeed the governor~"

Ron was not surprised at all that the man had such a face, and he even felt a little nostalgic. This was what the governor looked like when he was young.

But even if he missed him, Ron didn't forget that this was the person who was planning to kill him. He stretched his arm out of the window and continuously pulled the trigger on the motorcycle that was still flying in the air.

"Bang bang bang..."

The huge recoil of the M500 revolver, even with the skill BUFF, made him unable to help but raise the muzzle of the gun slightly. He fired all five bullets in an instant. Except for the first two shots, none of them hit anyone.

But even the first two shots that hit, the damage caused was very limited.

The first bullet hit the governor's shoulder. In addition to flying away a piece of flesh covering the mechanical frame, it only left a shallow scratch on the alloy frame.

The second shot hit the governor's neck, causing blood to ooze out from his neck. It looked serious, but Ron knew that it was just an illusion.

The robot has no blood, only engine oil, but that shouldn't be engine oil. It's just the blood on the surface skin tissue. Even if it dries out, it won't cause any damage to it.

Not even the governor's movements were affected, and Ron couldn't help but regret now why he used a pistol instead of getting a large-caliber shotgun or a hunting rifle.

Although it may not be able to penetrate the governor's metal frame, who knows what kind of metal it is made of, so strong! But at least the huge impact can put a little distance between him and the opponent.

Now, because a car and a motorcycle were flying in the air at the same time, Ron had lost control of the car and could only watch the two sides getting closer and closer.

Ron's gun is out of bullets, but the Governor's gun still is!

The governor still expressionlessly threw the 1887 lever shotgun into the air. After the shotgun passed through a beautiful shot, it was reloaded. The black muzzle was almost touching Ron's face!

Seeing death on the verge of death, Ron suddenly became wise and pushed the car door hard.

The car door was within the governor's gun hand, and the muzzle of the gun that was originally aimed at Ron's head was slightly deflected, but such a small distance was a drop in the bucket for a shotgun.

You know, shotguns are different from other firearms in that the bullets are fired in a line. The bullets of shotguns are special ammunition wrapped with several small steel balls!

Once activated, these small steel balls will eject from the muzzle of the gun in an irregular route, covering the enemy with a surface. Within the coverage of this killing surface, there is almost no possibility of survival!

"Boom!" The governor pulled the trigger. The firing pin immediately ignited the mercury fulminate in the bullet under the mechanical action. Then the open flame of mercury fulminate ignited the propellant in the bullet. The instantly expanding gas pushed the projectile out of the muzzle. At the same time, it also brought out a fire.

"It's over~"

At this moment, Ron only had this thought in his mind. He closed his eyes tightly, and countless important memories in his life began to flash through his mind, quietly waiting for death to come.