"Spare me... all my chips and memories have been uploaded... spare me..."
A lackey from the Excavator Group, his head punctured, knelt on the ground groaning. But a hand, half a meter wide, still enveloped his head.
Zhang Xianchong sneered as he crushed the lackey's head. Silvery-gray fluid sprayed out, splattering everywhere.
"Scum." This protector said, "This is the fate you deserve."
"Clean this up for me," Carolina walked over from behind. She waved her hand, and a drone carrying a small amount of cleaning agent hovered in front of Zhang Xianchong. Ultrasonic waves mixed with atomized cleaning agents washed the surface of Zhang Xianchong's prosthetic armor. These weak ultrasonic waves would be absorbed by the soft lining of the armor and would not impact the fragile biological cell parts. The fluid instantly turned into a mist of water, leaving Zhang Xianchong's external armor.
