Zhao Fugui and the staff found Gou Zhe without incident.
Seeing Gou Zhe lying on the ground motionlessly, Zhao Fugui immediately thought something had happened to him and burst into tears with a loud "Waa!"
The scene was extremely awkward.
Upon discovering that Gou Zhe was still alive, Zhao Fugui finally stopped his earth-shattering wailing.
He sat by Gou Zhe's side, tearfully guarding his brother with the staff while waiting for the ambulance to arrive with a stretcher.
Around them stood a dozen or so burly men armed and alert, protecting the two of them.
Gou Zhe could not resist; he was truly immobile.
His leg was injured, and his arm was also hurt, each movement causing him excruciating pain.
He lay on the stretcher with a dark expression, gazing at the sky illuminated by the faint moonlight, listening to Zhao Fugui fussing beside him, "I shouldn't have left you alone, brother."
Being on a stretcher was better than being carried out by someone else.
Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, so no one could recognize him.
Gou Zhe comforted himself with this thought.
Deep in the forest, as the last surviving human fled, he was shot in the back of the head by a silencer pistol, originally meant for rogue robots, and fell.
At this moment, in this part of the forest, no humans were left alive.
The rogue robot standing behind the corpse had flowing long hair.
It retracted the gun from its hand, grinned, and said, "These human things are quite useful."
This rogue robot was bizarrely dressed. Despite having a masculine human appearance and a very masculine voice, it wore a gaudy woman's dress and had a waist-length, smooth cascade of hair.
Its hair was now loose, and though it had a beautiful face, it didn't look too out of place.
However, even without speaking, one could tell from its facial structure that it was a male rogue robot.
"Why hasn't Number 16 returned yet?" one of the rogue robots behind it asked.
"Could it be that it couldn't handle that human and got killed?" It chuckled, turning around, twirling the gun in its hand on its fingertip before gripping it again.
"Seventeen, that's enough," a female voice interrupted. A rogue robot with a female form, wearing leather clothes and pants, and sporting lazy, chin-length curly hair, emerged.
It asked in a voice that sounded extremely stiff and mechanical, "Are the humans here all killed?"
"Seven, don't be so rigid in your speech. If you're imitating humans, you should have their joys, anger, sorrow, and pleasures. Look at their fearful expressions; they're so human-like, which I find very pleasing." Seventeen recalled excitedly, not directly answering Seven, the rogue robot.
A small, half-human-tall rogue robot with blue eyes and two pigtails, took short, "pitter-patter" steps towards them.
It was wearing a pink and black princess tutu and, with its round blue eyes, spun happily in front of the rogue robots, exclaiming, "All killed~ All humans are killed~"
"See, Six is so human-like, so cute." Seventeen brushed its hair to the side, squatted down, and picked up the running Six.
Upon being picked up, Six obediently ceased its struggles.
Once Seventeen held it steady, Six then leaned its little head against Seventeen's shoulder and remained still.
"We have to go," said a rogue robot dressed in a blood-stained white suit, as it tidied its stained cuffs. "Since Sixteen hasn't returned yet, it's probably dead."
The other rogue robots were silent for a moment, but no one refuted its words.
Indeed, given Sixteen's impetuous nature, enough time had passed for it to make several round trips.
Seventeen's voice lost its earlier excitement and became calm: "Such a waste, how could it fail to kill even one human."
"Two, are we going to get revenge?" Six raised its head, its voice still carrying a childish tone, "Everyone is dead."
Seventeen stroked Six's little head: "Where did you learn that new human word?"
"Someone just said it; they said someone would come for revenge. If humans can get revenge, then we can get revenge for everyone."
Seeing that the bloodstains on its body were irreparable, Two gave up.
Upon hearing this, Two looked up at Six's large, round eyes.
Two's confusion was even greater than Six's: "Aren't we already getting revenge? By killing as many humans as possible. We can go to the next place; there should be more humans there."
"But we haven't found One yet," Six mumbled, hugging Seventeen's neck.
"Perhaps it's not here; maybe it's at the next place." After speaking, Two turned, "Let's go to the next act."
The other rogue robots followed in unspoken accord.
Only Seventeen remained still.
It squatted down and put down Six, whom it had been holding.
It let Six stand on the ground by itself: "You guys go ahead. I'll go see if that useless thing's chip is still there."
Two's footsteps did not stop, and without looking back, it called out, "Come over after you're done, don't waste too much time."
"Okay."
Six tugged on Seventeen's pant leg, tilted its little head up, its pigtails swaying, "Seventeen, will you die too?"
"No," Seventeen replied, tugged lightly on Six's pigtail, and released Six's hand.
Then, it turned and swiftly disappeared into the forest.
Seventeen moved through the forest, not running on the ground, but leaping between the branches of trees at extreme speed.
It didn't take long to find the companion it was looking for.
It stood on a tree trunk, supporting itself with one hand, its blue eyes spotting something a hundred meters away on the ground – the "fool" it had mentioned.
Rogue robots had exceptional eyesight, comparable to binoculars, and even superior to the night vision binoculars Gou Zhe carried.
Seventeen watched humans moving back and forth near Sixteen's corpse. These humans were armed and alert.
Two humans carefully lifted an injured human and placed it onto a stretcher.
And in that injured human's hand was the "fool" it mentioned, Sixteen's chip.
Seventeen exerted slight force, and the tree trunk beside it was ripped off a piece, which was then crushed into dust.
After the humans had all left, Seventeen leaped a few times and landed beside the motionless pile of scrap metal.
It stood there, looking at the half-severed head of Sixteen, its blue eyes still open, and the empty space where the chip should have been.
"Fool, its chip is gone too, no chance for repair."
"Utterly stupid."