In the middle of the night, just when he was almost asleep, the same situation finally happened. A transparent "jelly" that was so blurry that it was almost unclear to see crawled onto the running equipment. Immediately afterwards, there was only

After hearing a few inaudible arc beating sounds, the electromagnetic generator seemed to be wiped out by an invisible hand and disappeared without a trace on the spot.

Mr. Summers raised his arm, and a stream of plasma immediately shot out in the direction of the blurry pile of "jelly". Kelvin guessed that the engineer must have hidden the weapon in his sleeve.

However, now is not the time to worry about this kind of problem.

The plasma hit the "jelly", and the blurry shadow suddenly fluctuated, and then rushed towards the wall in the corner of the factory like a frightened animal.

Everyone chased after them and soon forced the still unreal thing into a corner. However, it crashed into a security robot that came after hearing the news. There was a wheeled robot nearly two meters high at the other end.

The robot immediately lost control and fired a series of stun bombs at everyone. After forcing everyone back, it crashed into the wall and flew towards the vast wilderness in the distance.

The robot ran very fast, so fast that it definitely exceeded the design limit of this thing. Everyone disappeared before they could return to their vehicles.

Fortunately, for those present, no matter how fast the thing runs, as long as it shows its shape, the traces it leaves cannot be concealed, and it is always easier to chase than a strange ghost.

"No matter what happens, I also adhere to the principle of conservation of energy." Summers said to everyone: "The energy of that robot is limited. Even if a nanomachine can temporarily turn it into a solar panel, it will not be able to do much.

Great effect! We can always drive it to a dead end."

"Have you determined that those are nanomachines? Why?" the reporter asked.

"Anyway, this is our only clue." Summers did not answer directly, but asked: "It's you, Miss Moen, who is a reporter for the "Pioneer", and you don't want to learn about the industrial development and workers nearby.

I’m so interested in this typical treasure hunt story!”
Chapter completed!