I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 628 - 624: Number One Bionic Robot

Chapter 628: Chapter 624: Number One Bionic Robot

Watching Number One, Vermilion Bird’s expression gradually turned serious.

He already knew what this weird old man in front of him was.

This was the bionic robot Taotie and his group spoke of.

Moreover, it was a real-person model bionic robot that even Taotie and his group hadn’t seen.

The strength must not be underestimated.

Vermilion Bird remembered Taotie saying that the weakest of these bionic robots had top-tier strength.

Moreover, they could copy and paste attack trajectories.

Once your attack trajectory is copied, it’s no different from waiting for death.

Those who practice martial arts know that the hardest thing to defeat is not a strong enemy.

The hardest thing to defeat is precisely oneself.

Vermilion Bird tightly gripped the alloy folded fan custom-made for him by Fang Xiaocao.

Three alloy long nails were hidden within the folded fan, his trump card against bionic robots.

"Human, you are not my match."

"I’ll give you a chance to say your last words."

Number One’s tone was extremely flat, yet it carried the ups and downs of a humanized voice.

Vermilion Bird’s expression grew heavier.

He took a deep breath.

The next second!

Vermilion Bird moved.

A fiery red figure flashed by.

The alloy folded fan in his hand swung towards Number One’s head.

Number One stood still, steady as a rock, its eyes glowing faintly red, fixated on Vermilion Bird’s every move.

It was learning Vermilion Bird’s attack trajectory, the use of the folded fan, and his unique movement technique.

Everything about Vermilion Bird was novel to Number One.

There was no loading of such a weapon as a folded fan in Number One’s built-in program.

So Number One wanted to learn Vermilion Bird’s skills.

Number One flickered out of the way of Vermilion Bird’s swift strike.

It didn’t hurry to attack Vermilion Bird.

It pulled back again, waiting for Vermilion Bird to attack once more.

Seeing Number One’s actions, Vermilion Bird immediately realized it was learning from him.

Vermilion Bird felt offended.

This was a provocation from a non-human to him, a human with a brain.

Vermilion Bird squinted, eyes glinting with cold light,

knowing he must quickly resolve the fight, or if everything were learned by Number One, he’d be as good as dead.

Vermilion Bird increased his speed again.

He wanted to rely on speed to win, to prevent Number One from loading his movement technique and attack trajectory.

But clearly, Vermilion Bird was overthinking.

Number One’s strength was already greater than Vermilion Bird’s.

And the AI learning capability built into bionic robots’ brains was world-class black technology.

It could clearly capture the flight trajectory of subsonic objects.

No matter how fast Vermilion Bird was, he couldn’t surpass subsonic speed.

Regardless of how much Vermilion Bird increased his speed, Number One could easily dodge.

Sometimes it would even try out the movement techniques learned from Vermilion Bird on the spot.

Vermilion Bird was almost furious.

But he had exerted all his strength and still couldn’t touch Number One once.

Not even the hem of its clothing.

"Your combat skills are indeed remarkable."

"Far surpassing the combat techniques I’ve been loaded with."

"Thank you very much for your guidance; as a thank you, I will use your combat skills to kill you."

After completely mastering Vermilion Bird’s combat skills, Number One stepped back and bowed politely to Vermilion Bird in thanks.

Vermilion Bird was stunned, unable to fathom what game Number One was playing.

He was prepared for this since he couldn’t get close.

But is a robot this polite?

It even shows disciple etiquette and says thank you?

The key is it’s sporting an old man’s appearance; even knowing it’s not human, Vermilion Bird found it hard to accept.

There was always a sense of foreboding about his lifespan.

However, he knew if Taotie didn’t arrive soon, he would be done for.

"Damn Old Taotie, why aren’t you here yet?"

Thinking of Taotie, Vermilion Bird cursed inwardly.

Even though they hadn’t truly fought,

the commotion wasn’t small given his deliberate actions.

Even if Taotie didn’t sense it,

the security sent by Swan Goose in the monitoring room should have seen it.

Unless those guys were slacking, not doing their job properly.

Vermilion Bird swore, if he survived this,

he’d thoroughly improve Swan Goose’s internal work monitoring system.

Especially those responsible for security and central control.

Number One didn’t know what Vermilion Bird was thinking at that moment.

It slowly straightened up: "Since sir has no last words, let me send you on your way."

Before the words were finished, Number One moved.

Vermilion Bird only felt a severe pain in his abdomen, like being hit head-on by a frenzied bull.

His whole body flew uncontrollably backwards.

In the air, the hand holding the folded fan was in extreme pain.

The folded fan in his hand flew out.

Bang—

Vermilion Bird slammed hard against the fire escape door.

Pfft—

Vermilion Bird tasted a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mist of blood.

Half-kneeling on the ground, his whole body trembled.

"Damn, so strong—"

Vermilion Bird didn’t expect the gap between him and Number One to be this vast.

He couldn’t withstand even a single move.

Stubbornly, Vermilion Bird got up and looked at Number One.

At that moment, Number One was calmly watching him.

In Number One’s hand was his alloy folded fan.

"I really like your weapon, sir; since you’re going to die anyway."

"Why not just give it to me?"

With that, Number One opened the folded fan, repeatedly admiring the beast Vermilion Bird engraving on it.

That human-like reluctance to let go gave Vermilion Bird the illusion that

the Number One in front of him wasn’t a cold, metal robot.

But a flesh-and-blood living person.

Just not an old man in his decline.

But a simple-minded youngster.

"Sir, I’ll send you on your way."

Number One held the folded fan, stepping towards Vermilion Bird.

Clang—

With a slight sound, three alloy long needles popped out from the folded fan.

Vermilion Bird felt a pang in his heart; he sensed the breath of death.

Vermilion Bird took a deep breath, preparing to make one last fight.

Even though he knew it was all in vain.

But sitting around and waiting for death wasn’t his style.

Even if he were to die, he must die standing.

Ptooey—

Vermilion Bird spat out the blood in his mouth.

"Then let me see just how much you’ve learned."

Vermilion Bird straightened his back, snorted coldly.

"Sir wants to be my father?"

"A day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father."

"That also makes sense, so after I’ve killed you, sir, I’ll bury you in the name of a father."

Number One said seriously with an expression on its old face.

"What, what the heck?"

Looking at Number One’s aged face, Vermilion Bird suddenly felt confused.

With this old face, it would suffice to call him grandfather.

Even though he was about to die, it’s not like he could carelessly adopt such an elderly son, right?

"Father, prepare to depart."

Vermilion Bird just wanted to say hold on, correct Number One’s thought process.

But before he could, the figure flashed before him, and Number One was already face to face with him.

Startled, Vermilion Bird instinctively swung a punch at Number One.

Faced with Vermilion Bird’s punch, Number One didn’t dodge or evade, calmly watching the fist approach.