Jack Spencer, covered in blood, pulled the last bit of painkiller stimulant from his pocket and injected it all into his body at once. As the pain vanished completely, he instantly felt his mind become much sharper.

"Are you okay?" Brian Carter, who was firing his gun, had semi-transparent sensory threads extending from his fingers, quickly stitching up Jack Spencer's wounds with them.

Feeling a bit dizzy, Jack Spencer lowered his head and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground. "He's invisible. Do you have any way to detect him?"

"My visual hardware has thermal imaging, but I need your authorization!"

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Can you blame me? Blame those damn developers for setting up all those restrictions. AI Rule Number One: unless the user's life is in danger, AI can't actively request self-permission authorization." "Isn't this enough of a threat to my life? I authorize you to activate thermal imaging!" As soon as Jack Spencer spoke, the border of the display on Brian Carter's face instantly turned red. "Left, eight o'clock!"

As soon as Brian Carter finished speaking, Jack Spencer was about to raise his gun to shoot, but forcibly stopped himself. "You can see him now, right?"

"I can."

Jack Spencer couldn't help but clench his metal fist. "Alright, then let's not reveal this ability just yet. It would be a waste to use it directly. Let's figure out a way to use this opportunity to ambush that bald bastard!"

With Brian Carter and Paul Harris in tow, Jack Spencer continued firing at the encroaching enemies from behind cover, showing no reaction to the invisible bald man that Brian Carter could see.

"Careful... he's coming." Brian Carter's tiny voice reached Jack Spencer's ear, making his heart race.

Just as the blade appeared again at Jack Spencer's waist, he spun around quickly and pulled the trigger right above the blade.

Bullets flew, each one hitting the bald man, piercing his synthetic skin and exposing the pitch-black metal skeleton underneath.

The bald man clearly hadn't expected this turn of events and immediately tried to retreat, but Brian Carter was already blocking his way with a gun.

Facing the man who had nearly killed him, Jack Spencer wanted nothing more than to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

"Die for me!!"

With attacks from both sides, the bald man's mimicry disguise quickly fell apart, large chunks of synthetic skin peeling off.

Seeing that the bald man was about to be defeated, his face—now stripped of its synthetic skin—twisted in a furious roar. "You think that's all I've got? Dumbass, go eat shit! Try my EMP!!"

As his pupils flashed blue, a disc-shaped drone the size of a palm popped out from his abdomen and hovered ten meters in the air.

A powerful electromagnetic pulse radiated out from the drone, instantly spreading. Within a fifty-meter radius, every electronic device was rendered useless.

Paul Harris and the bald man's subordinates all collapsed to the ground, their cybernetic limbs twitching uncontrollably, and black smoke began to pour from the neural ports at the backs of their heads.

This kind of EMP is extremely damaging to circuits—even Brian Carter, this prehistoric robot, instantly shut down, his body convulsing and freezing in place.

The bald man watched it all with a smug grin. Word on the street was that his mimicry disguise was military-grade, but everyone had been fooled.

His real trump card was the EMP drone he'd hidden away, which was truly military-grade. With this move, he'd taken down who knows how many people.

Most metal prosthetics and neural systems are equal before an EMP—every machine shorts out! His enemies became nothing but lambs to the slaughter, waiting for him to butcher them.

But with a sudden squelch, his grin froze on his face. Looking down, he saw a blade had pierced through his chest.

Chloe stared at the kid who had attacked him, as if he'd seen a ghost, utterly incredulous.

"How... how is this possible! No way, you shouldn't be able to move! No one can withstand my EMP! The neural components in your body should be completely fried!"

Jack Spencer yanked the knife out viciously and stabbed it into his ruined face again. "Fuck you! I don't have a system!!"

Chapter 10: Snow

When he felt the bald man's brains had been completely scrambled, the pent-up rage in Jack Spencer's heart finally dissipated.

As Jack Spencer lifted his foot and kicked hard, the blade—now without any electric arc—was pulled from the flesh, and the bald man's body collapsed with a crash.

Who knows what part of his brain system got hit, but a loop of male and female moans began playing from the neural port in his head.

"Damn, were you really watching porn while fighting?" Annoyed, Jack Spencer walked over and used his knife to cut off the man's head.

After finishing all this, he didn't even have time to catch his breath. Clenching his fist and gripping his knife, he strode toward the bald man's fallen subordinates.

One after another, he kept slashing, Jack Spencer already exhausted, but he didn't dare stop—if they woke up, he'd be the one to die.

Jack Spencer found that killing people came incredibly naturally to him, as if he'd done it hundreds or thousands of times before.

And when the last enemy had been decapitated by Jack Spencer, he collapsed into the puddle, gasping for breath, his wounds starting to ache again. "Why is this painkiller so damn weak?"