And he found something different. Imagine the city was already a terrible labyrinth. "There is no network here. We are cannot use this electronic devices," and the town is primitive. Damn it!- inner's Fint, who wanted to find his international network but couldn't.
"It's best to move quickly before this gas kills Dexmon and all of us," Halbert said. They ran through a city that was precisely like this dead city. Dexmon squeezed Jeremy's shoulder, which carried him, giving a gesture with the rest of his energy and awareness. He turned his index finger back.
Jeremy is honestly in a dilemma about believing the direction given. Dexmonvery well knows that the flea IPAD will not be able to do anything without his iPad. Meanwhile, he could feel some movement towards him. "Come on!" Jeremy's command warned the others. This is why he insisted on recruiting Lee's successor, First. This place is even more dangerous than Alcatraz, whether the Vixon they picked up is also a prisoner.
In the blink of an eye, Timmy transformed into his human form. He quickly caught a shadow running towards him and slammed it into the asphalt. "W—what is it?" Fint's voice trembled as he approached the figure scattered on the horror asphalt.
Seen the flow of electricity around from the creature who Timmy dropped, there is a pile of iron into debris but can move. Clown-shaped, far from being funny, staring at them with bulging eyes and a devilish smile—so wide. "Man"
Siiinggg....
The silence was like killing them; Timmy felt his ears rustle strongly, breaking his concentration. Dexmon knows what's going on here; Timmy is still half the android he created, sensors are still materials made with magnets, and because the magnetic field around this place is so strong, it makes it difficult for Timmy to get the program.
"What's wrong with Timmy?" asked Gilbert. He felt something was wrong with the big man, who was now covering his ears and shouting.
"Vixon may not know hossh ... hossh... we've arrived," Dexmon spoke with a breath that didn't seem too friendly to him, and that gas was the number one creator of global warming.
Gilbert took the Dexmon from Jeremy's Sling. Jeremy took a back position, moving his finger, showing the way from the Sling. Jeremy had to continue to be vigilant around them. The black cat even returned to its cat form; the magnetic field around it was uncompromising.
"Do we have weapons? At least AK-47 will be very helpful," asked Jeremy, glancing at Dexmon.
"Timmy," called Dexmon. The cat meowed and broke through the fog from the right lane. There was a noise afterward, but not too long, making the silence swallow everything.
They heard the sound of the object in drag way. Timmy pulled the robot debris that he seemed to have managed to squeeze and left several wounds on his tiny body. Its pointed teeth pull firmly on a robotic arm, repeating the exact words. "Welcome to Imagine City"
Timmy gives Jeremy the gun in the robot's hand. "Countdown until I managed to make an SOS signal for Vixon," Dexmon got off Gilbert'sSling. Jeremy nodded in understanding and began to stand with his back to Dexmon, his left hand bent 90 degrees in front of his face, his right hand holding the gun Timmy had given him earlier. When the robots approached like zombies in the middle of a foggy city, Jeremy quickly shot at them. The gun is not a bullet gun but rather a laser that can be said to be able to cut everything.
Connected a cable from his iPad to a robot that looked motionless." Is there anything we can do, Sammy?" -this is the voice of not knowing what to do initiative. He was not someone who could punch, shoot, or bomb someone. He could not just stand still and gave their life to a dead zombie named 'robot' who was finishing off Jeremy with his laser gun with almost 98% accuracy.
"Mr. Halbert, please cut this cable for me," said Dexmon. He wiped the sweat around, making him run out of oxygen, considering the methane that seemed constantly tied to his red blood cells. Dexmon's hands shook violently, and he couldn't even type anything on his iPad screen. He gave it to Fint, something he never allowed anyone to touch.
Gilbert sat opposite Dexmon and could help with the best psychiatrist graduates from the world's leading universities. Dexmon was about to speak, but his lips felt choked even though he was wearing a gas mask. "Mind reader," that's what Dexmon and Gilbert fasted say to know the meaning.
He glared in disbelief as Dexmon opened his gaze inside Gilbert's eyes and moved his lips slowly. Of course, Gilbert knew what Dexmon was telling him. It's like reading someone's mind while daydreaming, unconsciously moving a bit of his lips, though not fluently, but can be put together and draw conclusions from there.
"Enter the password' GIMME a HEAVEN'; there will be a fingerprint request. Use your fingerprint, Fint." Gilbert didn't take his eyes off Dexmon's, and Dexmon's lip movements were even weaker than the cough gesture. "Retinal Sensor," reports Fint.
"That's Dexmon' sretina." Fint brought the iPad to the front of Dexmon's face, and it automatically read Dexmon's retina. ACCEPT is seen in a picture of a man smiling weakly while showing his index and middle fingers forming a V to the camera. The man looks like Timmy in an all-white room while holding a black cat that is so similar to Timmy in the form of a cat.
"Double tap on the center of the screen, Fint." Heechul gasped at Gilbert's command; he did it. Halbert continued to insist that Dexmon disconnect the cabin and have the robot body connected to the iPad one by one. Dexmon hinted that he would take a board that serves as an amplifier transistor that works the same way as an amplifier from there.
At least Halbert knew the shape of the board and the simple circuit, considering it was Electronics lessons when he was in upper secondary level first. "Timmy, catch some robots that can make sounds"