Watching the Titan armor open fire toward the ceiling of the hall, watching the flames burst from the muzzle, watching the bullets shatter the chandeliers above, watching the guests crouch down with their heads covered and screaming—
For a brief moment, Arnold thought he was dreaming.
Otherwise, how could something this absurd be happening?
'Impossible!'
'This can't be happening!'
A voice inside Arnold's head was screaming.
'This isn't the script I set up!'
'Tonight, I am supposed to be crowned king.'
'How could this happen!'
After the burst of gunfire, all the guests in the hall had crouched down.
As a result, Edgar, protected by Starlight and the others, Maeve standing on the stage, and Alex floating in midair with his feet off the ground, all stood out glaringly.
At that moment, Colonel Yuri's voice came from inside the Titan armor, ["Arnold, make it stop!"]
["What's going on?"]
["I can't control it."]
Suddenly the colonel's voice cut off, and Mr. Z's voice sounded again from inside the armor.
["A hostage should behave like one. Keep your mouth shut, Colonel."]
["Unless you want me to roast it shut!"]
Then, the Titan armor turned toward Alex.
["Homelander, Olga Company is our common enemy."]
["I assume you won't interfere in this matter, will you?"]
["If you wish, you and the people from Vought may leave."]
["But everyone else must stay."]
["What do you think?"]
Immediately, all eyes in the hall turned toward Alex.
Under countless stares, Alex let out a soft chuckle.
"First of all, if I want to leave, or if I want to take someone with me—"
"I don't think your scrap metal suit can stop me."
"Second, I don't negotiate. No one dictates my will."
"You certainly don't."
"But I find you rather interesting. I'd like to see what entertaining things happen next."
"So go ahead."
"Begin your performance."
After saying that, Alex flew toward the buffet table as if nothing were happening on the stage. He picked up a plate and helped himself to a piece of grilled steak.
Meanwhile, on the stage, the armors that had shut down earlier began rebooting one after another.
But just like Yuri's armor, once restarted, whether standard series models or special units, all of them were out of control.
The five Silver Raptor flight armors ignited their thrusters and shot into the air. They then swooped toward the massive water tank on the stage, smashed into it, grabbed the "mermaids" inside, and flew across the hall before smashing through a window and disappearing into the night.
Cold night wind rushed in through the shattered window, lifting countless ladies' skirts and exposing glimpses of skin.
The hall filled with startled cries.
At that moment, several of Arnold's bodyguards rushed up, surrounding him and trying to escort him away.
Suddenly, several Wild Chariot units charged over, circling the bodyguards and executing precise headshots one by one.
In an instant, all the bodyguards fell.
Only Arnold remained standing there, blood splattered across his face, stunned.
Finally, the guests completely lost control and rushed toward the exits. Starlight and the others hurried Edgar to a safe corner.
At the same time, the remaining Wild Chariot units and the specialized armors began moving.
They reached the exits first, firing warning shots to stop the guests from escaping and locking down the hall.
Alex stood by the buffet table, casually picked up a glass of vodka, and took a sip.
Maeve landed beside him and spread her hands, "Aren't we going to do something?"
Alex set down the glass and smiled, "Do you want to do something with me?"
Maeve rolled her eyes.
Only then did Alex say, "Tonight we're guests. Let's not steal the host's spotlight."
"Want some? The steak's not bad."
The hall was in chaos. After a while, it gradually quieted again.
The Titan armor walked toward Arnold. Mr. Z's voice rang out once more.
["Mr. Arnold, here's the situation. If you don't want the guests in this hall to be harmed, it's simple."]
["You just need to agree to one request."]
["I'll release everyone here immediately."]
["Including you."]
Arnold pulled out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from his face, and forced himself to remain calm, "What do you want?"
"Money?"
"How much? I'll give it to you!"
["No! No! No!"]
The Titan armor waved a hand, ["I don't need money."]
["What I want is Zero."]
Arnold froze, then shouted out of control, "Impossible! Don't even think about it!"
"I will never hand Zero over to you!"
A voice cut in, "What's Zero?"
Alex floated in midair, holding his vodka and taking a light sip.
The Titan armor looked up, ["It's a prototype technology from Olga Company's armor project. If you're interested, I can share it with you once I get it."]
Alex shook his head, "Nah! Not interested."
On the other side, Arnold seemed to realize something. He jolted as if electrocuted and muttered, "How do you know about Zero?"
"In the entire company, fewer than five people know about Zero."
"You can control my armor."
"Could it be…"
"Jeff? Mr. Z…"
"Are you Jeff?"
"You bastard! I already gave you a large sum of money. Why are you doing this!"
'Jeff?'
'The same Jeff who provided armor to A-Train's brother?'
'This is turning into juicy drama.'
Alex looked at the Titan armor with great interest.
After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Z suddenly shouted excitedly, ["Money?"]
["You think a little money makes you great?"]
["You took my career! My glory!"]
["Can money make up for that?"]
["No!"]
["Arnold, I advise you to hand over Zero. Otherwise, every single person injured tonight will be on your head!"]
["Like this!"]
The Titan armor casually fired into the crowd. A man screamed as a bullet hit his chest, and he collapsed to the ground.
The crowd screamed and scattered backward.
But Arnold shouted stubbornly, "I will never hand Zero over to you! Never!"
["Is that so?"]
Mr. Z, no, former Olga employee Jeff, laughed, ["Then we'll see."]
["If you won't hand it over, someone else will make you."]
["For example, the important figures here."]
["Or perhaps the Federation will personally issue the order."]
Alex raised an eyebrow and glanced toward the window, recalling the armors that had left the building earlier. His eyes narrowed.
"This is getting more and more interesting."
On the stage, Jeff used the Titan armor to address the crowd below.
["Everyone, now it's your turn to persuade Mr. Arnold!"]
["If he hands over what I want, we leave immediately."]
["Otherwise, blood will rain!"]
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