Near the stairs was a small bar with a bartender and a full set of lightweight outdoor bartending equipment. There was also a foolproof self-service option, which was very trendy.

Many young people were gathered there. Fu Luo strode over. As she passed the fruit stand, she grabbed the hand of the robot that was carving an apple in front of the stand, forcibly broke off one of the robot's fingers with brute force, pulled out the fruit knife, wiped it on the satin tablecloth a couple of times, wrapped it in a napkin, and stuffed it into her pocket.

The robot, which had been cutting the fruit nicely, didn't expect to suffer such an unjust disaster and looked down at its severed finger in a daze.

The whole process took less than a minute. Xiao Zhu, who was following behind, pressed hard on her eyelids - her eyes were opened too wide and her double eyelid tape was out of shape.

Then, Fu Luo walked up the stairs and looked down from the height of four or five floors.

This type of small robot could be disguised as a working robot, inconspicuous and easy to blend into various places. At the same time, due to size limitations, it was impossible to have that many pseudo-neurons, which meant it couldn't be very intelligent. All its behaviors could only rely on human preset systems or real-time manipulation. Under such operations, their distribution was likely to show certain geometric characteristics.

Fu Luo's gaze finally fell on the geometric center point of the semicircular distribution of robots, where a very old foreigner was standing, talking to someone about something.

"Who is that old man?" Fu Luo asked in a low voice.

Xiao Zhu, who caught up later, stood on tiptoe and looked around. "Huh? Which one?"

"Three o'clock direction of the band, the foreigner standing in front of the white table."

"Three o'clock..." Xiao Zhu raised her jewelry watch, which was good for everything except telling time, turned it around with difficulty several times, and posed for a long time before she could barely figure out what "three o'clock direction" meant. "Oh, isn't that the newly appointed commander of the American Alliance Space Forces? I heard he has a good personal relationship with General Yang. It just so happens that he's visiting China this time, probably giving face to General Yang."

Fu Luo was surprised, "How do you know?"

Xiao Zhu was even more surprised, "He's on the news every day!"

Fu Luo rubbed her nose, "He doesn't look like this on TV at all."

Xiao Zhu: "He was wearing makeup. Although we don't do work related to the national economy and people's livelihood, following Mr. Robin, we can always meet many politicians with wrinkled faces who refuse to get a facelift - by the way, why are you staring at him? He's almost 160 years old."

Fu Luo didn't answer. She stepped down from the bar in three strides and walked towards the commander, one hand in her pocket, gripping the handle of the fruit knife.

In the hall, people were toasting and chatting in low voices. It was also a skill to be at ease in there, and not everyone was bored enough to look down and study the cleaning robots.

Fu Luo had no time to consider why the commander of the American Alliance Space Forces was being targeted. Her attention automatically excluded all the people and obstacles around her, leaving only the target and eight robots approaching quietly in his eyes.

Ten meters...

Five meters...

Three meters...

Two meters...

The American Alliance Space Forces Commander had just turned his back when Fu Luo accidentally bumped into someone.

Yang Ning was getting a drink for a lady, his hands were occupied. Seeing her bumping into him like this, he hurriedly raised his hands slightly, stepped aside, handed the glass to the woman beside him, freed his hands and stopped Fu Luo, asking in puzzlement, "You..."

Just then, there was a slight "puff" from under the table on one side.

Both Fu Luo and Yang Ning had very keen eyes and ears, and they looked over at the same time, only to see a small ball rolling out from under the table.

Fu Luo hadn't yet realized what it was, but Yang Ning's face changed first. Fu Luo read something from his expression and immediately pounced towards the old general.

Yang Ning grabbed a tablecloth, and the cups and plates on the table instantly crashed, making a very unseemly noise, breaking the leisurely atmosphere of the slow waltz in an instant.

The small ball exploded. Fu Luo had never seen it, but Yang Ning knew what it was. It was a most advanced smoke bomb, extremely highly concentrated, very small in size, and would not be obtrusive even if embedded in a woman's ring or earring. When ejected and activated, it could produce nearly 100 cubic meters of smoke within one-thousandth of a second after hitting the first obstacle.

Yang Ning pulled off the tablecloth, grabbed the ice bucket that slid into his hand along the tablecloth, and poured a whole bucket of ice cubes on it with a backhand. The smoke bomb was about to hit the corner of the table. At the critical moment, it was frozen inside by this bucket of edible ice cubes. The huge pressure caused an explosion, and a few thin wisps of white smoke rose from the corner of the tablecloth that was covered on top, emerging from a pile of overturned tableware and food.

At the same time, Fu Luo fiercely knocked the old American general back several steps from the side. The poor old man, no matter how much he had been in the military when he was young, almost squatted on his buttocks from this careless bump.

Before he could express his shock, a bullet hit where he had been standing, leaving a pit of a small explosive bullet on the table.

This kind of biochemical bullet, after two-thirds of it enters something, the rear cover will explode according to the change of data from the friction force sensor. Once hit in the chest and abdomen, even if it does not hit organs and vital points, the internal organs cannot escape this kind of brutal secondary injury.

A "cleaning robot" that had quietly approached from behind suddenly flew up from the ground, leaping up as high as nearly two meters, and a laser knife appeared in its hand at some point, slashing at the old commander's head.

When the high-energy laser knife is activated, the high energy near the blade will generate high temperature and high pressure. Even the air within 20 centimeters can be heated to over 100 degrees Celsius within two seconds. The smell of ozone permeated the air, and heat waves came crashing like tides.

The skin exposed outside instantly had the illusion of being scalded. Nothing could withstand this kind of thing at close range. Fu Luo knew that the fruit knife was as fragile as paper in front of it. Before it could be put against the blade of the laser knife, her hand would be cooked!

Fu Luo decisively kicked the old general aside and threw the fruit knife in her hand. It heavily struck the bearing on the robot's arm at an extremely short distance. With a crisp snapping sound, the weakest screw was severed by the spinning fruit knife. The robotic arm hung limply to one side, and the laser knife instantly lost power and aim, slicing down onto the robot's own body. A mechanized leg, severed on the spot, flew out and collaterally broke the crystal heel of a lady's shoe.

Only then did the first belated scream emerge from the crowd.

With a dynamic target, there was no way a robotic assassin of this caliber could have preset programs. The operator had to be on-site. Yang Ning's gaze swept over the robot that Fu Luo had taken down. Only half of its body remained, futilely waving the high-energy laser knife that had lost its power source on the ground.

Half of a chip was exposed at the charred stump of the robot.

The fu73s series, the notorious "Assassin" series core. After the upgrade, its precise sensing range was fifty meters. Then the best vantage point would be...

Yang Ning abruptly raised his head, pulling out a folding handgun disguised as a car key from the back of his waist. Amidst the chaos, he dashed up to the second floor in a few steps, near the observation deck's floor-to-ceiling windows. Sure enough, a dark figure flashed by.

Yang Ning didn't pursue. He unhurriedly maintained his standing posture and took aim from beyond twenty-five meters. He fired.

As expected, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground came from outside the window.

Fortunately, among the guests who came today, nearly half were from the military. Although many young people had not personally experienced war, their on-site response was sufficient. The bodyguards of the American Alliance's old general immediately surrounded him tightly. Within three minutes, several out-of-control robots were separately dealt with.

Off-site security personnel arrived at the scene at the fastest speed.

Yang Ning whistled and gestured to a squad of security soldiers from afar. They immediately understood and chased out... The person from earlier was definitely not killed, but undoubtedly lost the ability to move.

He slowly folded the handgun back up and casually stuffed it into his pocket. From his high vantage point, he looked down at the floor below, his fingers lightly tapping the cold wooden railing.

"Charles Wolbert..." Yang Ning looked at the American Alliance's old general, whose complexion wasn't very good.

The United Nations claimed human unity in name, but obviously, even when united against the outside, it was difficult for various countries, alliances, and major interest groups to form an iron-clad unity. This old man had just taken office. If he died in China like this, the relationship between the Asian Alliance and the American Alliance, and between China and other countries in the Asian Alliance, would become very delicate.

What was even more delicate was that this old general was not from the Air Force, nor the Army, let alone the Navy or some peacekeeping force. He was the Commander-in-Chief of the American Alliance Space Forces. In the current situation, even ordinary military academy graduates could smell the tense atmosphere. The relationship between humans in the other star system and Earth was as dangerous as a vascular tumor.

It could collapse at any time, and the possibility of it slowly being absorbed and quietly fading away could not be ruled out either.

The American Alliance's space forces were the main force of Earth's allied forces. Attacking their commander, people couldn't help but think of their neighbors. The murderer's purpose of provoking disputes and promoting war went without saying, but the question was...

Yang Ning's gaze fell outside the second-floor window. The floor-to-ceiling window had been pried open by the earlier person, leaving a narrow gap just wide enough for one person to pass through. The heavy velvet curtains swayed slightly in the night breeze.

The question was, did the culprit come from the other star system or Earth?

That smoke bomb he had covered with ice was one of the latest miniaturized weapons developed by the other star system. The General Staff Team of the Second Department had also just obtained physical information through espionage channels. Regardless of who planned this, the rank of this person would not be low.

The assassin controlling the robot had his kneecap shattered by Yang Ning's shot. He fell straight down from the second-floor window, not even having time to open his single-person stealth flying device. He took his own life by swallowing a bullet before being caught by security personnel.

After the guests were evacuated and properly arranged, his corpse was carried in. Ji Tao, her face pale, was sent upstairs to rest. General Yang's expression was grim.

On the dead man's bloody leg, there were inconspicuous, tumor-like protrusions of deformed bones.

"It's polyostotic disease," Yang Ning heard the forensic doctor say in a low voice.

During the war, when humans were fleeing to the other star system, they had been contaminated by cosmic radiation. A small portion of people developed this special polyostotic disease, where originally smooth bones deformed and grew in non-joint areas. In severe cases, even the facial deformities were very serious, possibly growing into various polygonal faces. This polyostotic disease was later proven to have a certain degree of heritability.

In other words, this deceased "appeared" to be a human from the other star system.

Yang Ning shook his head and walked out. The waters in this matter might run very deep.

The riot police who had quickly arrived were questioning eyewitnesses at the door. Yang Ning leaned against the doorframe, quietly listening to Fu Luo's emotionless narration of the entire process from discovering the robot's abnormality to the situation being controlled by the military later on. He couldn't help but secretly shake his head.

"Indeed has some insight and her skills are not bad," Yang Ning thought. "But with countless bodyguards and officers around, she was empty-handed. Her first reaction was actually to confront an enemy of unknown identity with a fruit knife without saying a word. Reckless, with a foolish tendency for individual heroism, and no concept of efficiency. Knew to use the height of the stairs to determine the victim, but didn't react to the murderer's location in the first moment. Lacks strategic awareness on the scene, doesn't understand deception, and must have passed tactical exams by rote memorization of textbooks..."

He also heard Fu Luo ask the police in return, "I heard the culprit was caught just now? Why did he want to assassinate that foreign old general?"

"Tsk," Yang Ning raised his eyebrows, thinking, "No political sensitivity, not suitable to be a commander."

The police couldn't give an accurate answer and just vaguely brushed it off, turning to look for the next eyewitness. Only then did Xiao Zhu, who had been following Fu Luo the whole time, have the opportunity to grab her sleeve and scream wildly, "Ah! So cool! You were so cool when you used the small knife to knock the robot flying!"

Fu Luo had already seen Yang Ning. Somewhat awkwardly, she withdrew her sleeve and greeted him, "Commander."

Yang Ning, as if he were a person with a split personality, showed her a very sincere look of approval.

"Very impressive, a performance that leaves a deep impression," he said.

Such a flawless delivery that it was like the person who was just full of nitpicks, was only an "imaginary brother" sharing the same body with him.