Whizz.
A projection screen unfolded before Yang Ming, and the image it projected was slightly dim.
Yang Ming was quite familiar with this place.
It was the home of the old professor in the third Happiness District.
Several bodyguards and guards stood outside the door, frowning as they looked inside.
Miss Windsor and 026 supported each other, standing at the doorway nervously watching the old professor who sat quietly at the dining table, and...
The crude firearm clutched in the old professor's hand.
The gun appeared to be a modification by the old professor himself, with a simple energy conduit and a metal bullet placed within an electromagnetic field. The simple pull of the trigger would give the metal bullet immense kinetic energy, capable of penetrating flesh and bone.
The old professor aimed the muzzle at his own wrinkled neck.
