Chapter 1554 - 507: The Fuse Is Burning (Part 3)

Chapter 1554: Chapter 507: The Fuse Is Burning (Part 3)

"It should be some kind of virus, but... can a virus really do this?"

The invasion of the White House is major news, and the terrifying scene at the moment has captured the attention of viewers, even drawing crowds who aren’t afraid to come and witness it around the White House.

The alarms have been sounded throughout Washington, and the police, military, and ICE are rushing towards the location, creating chaos throughout the city.

Unlike the security personnel, the clerks inside the White House need to handle documents, so they haven’t lost network access. To work overtime day and night, their bodies have been enhanced with quite a few implants. Song Zhaomei, coming out from the President’s Office, simply waved her hand lightly, and they collectively fell unconscious.

At this moment, Song Zhaomei, shedding her formal attire, revealed her true appearance. Her black, hollowed-out metal body and cold expression made her seem more like an emotionless robot than a human.

Bang!

All the lights in the White House exploded, bulletproof panels descended over doors and windows, and the now sealed space plunged into darkness, leaving only pairs of crimson eyes walking in the shadows.

The squad members who followed in then picked out the lucky ones among the fallen personnel and executed them, their deaths silent and unnoticed.

To work inside the White House, apart from some basic clerks, few are clean. Having lived here for many years, Song Zhaomei is aware of all the crimes these people have committed, who deserves to die and who doesn’t, all decided by her. Lin Miao had practically given her the highest authority.

Watching the scene from inside the bunker via internal surveillance, Miles nearly ground her teeth to fragments. She shouted angrily into the intercom,

"Lark! What are you doing?!"

She never expected that the weapon closest to her would go berserk and attack her own people before even dealing with the enemy.

Even the lab-prepared incapacitating electric shocks and intracranial explosives showed no reaction; all countermeasures against Song Zhaomei had failed, leaving her unaware of when things went awry.

The dreadful mechanical body, which had just carried all of Miles’ hopes, raised its head, looking in the direction of the voice, tilting slightly, emitting a multi-layered electronic synthesized sound completely different from usual,

"Lark? Is that what you call me?"

Runaway AI?

Instantly sweat poured from Miles’ forehead, but she quickly realized that Song Zhaomei underwent neural tests almost every week; if invaded by AI, the lab would definitely be aware.

"Stop playing tricks on me! I know it’s you, Song Zhaomei! What madness are you up to?!"

Her voice was breaking, her most relied-upon weapon turning against her and causing such a commotion.

Even if the military stormed in, killing Song Zhaomei and rescuing her, the matter couldn’t settle easily.

"Hehe..."

In the darkness, Song Zhaomei’s sinister laughter echoed down the hallway, sending chills down one’s spine.

"You wonder what madness I am up to?"

Bam bam bam!!!

"Ah!!!"

Fierce gunfire and screams echoed down the corridor, bullets ricocheting off the walls. Night vision cameras clearly filmed the bodyguards being eliminated one by one.

Moreover, wherever she passed, the cameras exploded instantly, leaving nothing but static snow on the screens.

"You made me betray Li De, tossing me into the lab without considering why I would go mad?"

Facing Song Zhaomei’s accusations, Miles retorted through gritted teeth,

"It’s a necessary sacrifice for New America’s future; the Federal Government must possess weapons capable of countering the enemy!"

She didn’t worry about her safety, as the White House bunker had a pure mechanical door lock, only openable from the inside once sealed, capable of resisting even nuclear explosions.

No matter how skilled the Hacker, facing a several-meter-thick iron wall, he could only look on helplessly.

Bang!

Another monitor exploded

"Sacrifice... is it really for your power or for New America?"

"Of course, it’s for New America; everything I do is for the people of this country! For them, I’m willing to sacrifice anything, only then am I fit to become the president of this country!"

Miles spoke righteously; a qualified politician would be unworthy of political engagement if unable to deceive themselves.

"....."

Song Zhaomei had anticipated Miles’ shamelessness, knowing she couldn’t out-argue him, nor did she intend to engage in a verbal duel.

"Then please, President Miles, follow through, for New America’s future."

Click—

A strange noise within the bunker immediately put the guards on alert; they aimed their weapons at the source.

It was the fridge inside the bunker being opened from the inside.

A broken mechanical body emerged hobblingly; tangled with many useless wires, rusted bone structures creaked as it moved, like a puppet manipulated by someone.

"Fit—for—it?"

Its shattered sound system grated on the soul like sandpaper on a chalkboard

"No... how could you be fit?"

Bam bam bam!!!

The bodyguards instantly unloaded ammo into its body, soon shattering its already heavily rusted mechanical structure into pieces.

Yet the monster acted as if oblivious, continuing in a calm tone,

"You are the most malicious murderer in this nation; I know what you want to say, that dealing with matters in the real world inevitably gets one’s hands dirty."

"Hehe, you feeding elites entangle like cables around the people, forming the cocoon shackling this world."

"But I am ready, to dismantle your cocoon with my own hands."

Miles discerned who was speaking; she was so furious her eyes nearly ignited the room

"Lin Miao!!!"

She fired her gun furiously, exploding the head of the decrepit mechanical puppet.

The external military technology invaders and mechanical puppets hidden here early all signaled one thing: Lin Miao was never under her control, not even Song Zhaomei, who unbeknownst to her had become the other’s slave.

Sure enough, as the bodyguards reloaded, a mechanical puppet walked out from the bunker’s wardrobe, kitchen, and storage room, only this time they were no longer rusted.

The voice switched from Lin Miao to Song Zhaomei; her voice boiled with hatred nearly becoming tangible, threatening to engulf Miles.

"Miles, let’s settle the account finally."

The presidential bodyguards were strong, but those able to escape here were clever; they had long forcibly shut down all their implants to avoid being compromised like the others.

However, with no implants, relying solely on basic power, how could they compete against silicon-based life forms?

Activating implants could mean being invaded by that monster; not activating meant death.

They were slaughtered in the bunker like deadwood, leaving only a crippled Miles.

A mechanical puppet lifted her, pinned her against the wall.

Miles, featuring blood-stained face, looked at the terrifying robot, gritting her teeth.

"You’ve become a monster, Song Zhaomei."

Yet the robot fiercely retorted,

"No, you made us all monsters."

Bang!

A fist pierced through Miles’ chest, blood splattered across the entire wall.