Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

The unstoppable force marched in rhythm, each step giving the feeling that death was inevitable.

They gang took several steps back without knowing it, their breaths held and other hands pointing weapons straight on.

"Take fire!!!" The leader\'s voice bellowed, and the silent weapons began to rain.

Their weapons were far silent, not wanting to wake the Tians up.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Everything happened so fast, with flashes of light emerging from their weapons from time to time.

Shoot! Shoot! Shoot them DOWN!

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang~

Night Whisperer rolled to the side, hiding behind a kitchen counter.

The counter was huge, the sort used in massive industrial kitchens.

Everyone take cover!

Dammit!

\'One of these mothers**kers has me on lock.\'

Night Whisperer inwardly cursed, seeing one of the giant puppets make its way toward him like an indestructible terminator.

His hands gripped his weapon tighter as he learned to the side of the fixed counter, firing to no end.

But what did he see?

The bullets slammed against the wooden being but did not harm it.

F*** him sideways! How is this possible?

If he shot metal, it would have dents on it, with the bullets sometimes forcing their way through lighter metal frames.

In the case of wood, it should leave cracks or even shatter to bits. So why, why, were there no scratches or dents on this robot?

More importantly, what sort of advanced robot technology was this?

Since when did the government find a way to enhance the strength of wood to become indestructible?

The wooden giant smiled creepily, picking up its speed.

The tension in the air, the cries of allies around him, and the unbeatable enemy charging his way made Night Whisperer give up on hiding, unleashing all his weapons and plunging at the enemy while also taking several steps back.

It was funny that his feet were more obedient than his thoughts.

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Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang!

He shot and soon found himself out of bullets.

Guns dropped.

He took out all but one of his daggers, shooting them toward the enemy, ninja-style.

Thup. Thup. Thup. Thup!~

Night Whisperer\'s jaws dropped to the ground.

Everyone bounced off, some even sliding and changing their course once publishing off the wooden giant.

Ahhhh~

A dagger was reflected, plunging into the left arm of his comrade close by. What was this fairy operation?

He has hit daggers and darts into wooden boards before, and all of them had cinched deep into the wood. So why was this puppet different?

Again he asks... Can anyone tell him what super robots the government was secretly building?

For a person like himself who mainly focused his team on scouting and gathering information from the most deadly and dangerous aces, this was the first time he saw or heard of these super robots.

A flash of greed flickered through his eyes, wondering how much it would sell if he could take a single part away.

Many forces in neighboring countries would do anything to advance their military technologies.

He didn\'t care about patriotism. He and almost everyone else in the Darknet were loyal to 3 things: Money, Prestige, and their organizations.

He has helped enemy countries before and even allied ones too.

Who the hell cares about patriotism? And they eat it? Does it put food on the table?

If it can\'t, then it\'s all rubbish.

Wipe!

Panic flooded Night Whisperer\'s brain the closer the unstoppable puppet got.

Bullets don\'t work, and daggers were a no-no, then what about his electric-shock device?

The puppet was already at a good enough range for attack.

Go!

He shot his claw like spiderman\'s webs, hoping the claw could cinch into the wooden being.

No!!!

It didn\'t even hook on, falling straight to the ground.

The claw itself had a narrower surface area compared to a dagger. This meant it should sink easier and deeper into its target compared to a dagger.

The claw\'s 4 long hands were like a spider\'s.

He expected a better performance than his blades.

But who can tell him why the claw also bounced off?

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Night Whisperer was dumbfounded, finding no weapon on him would be able to do the trick.

\'Unless the outer \'indestructible\' frame is destroyed, I won\'t be able to overwhelm my opponent... What to do? What to do?\'

Night Whisperer was desperate, hunching his body like a goalkeeper in a football game.

His eyes swept across the scene, seeing the many fixtures around the kitchen.

He wasn\'t the only one thinking so. Many set their eyes on the giant pits and other objects, wanting to slam the living daylight out of these to sit with them.

Despair showed on their faces when the puppets finally stood before them.

This... This...

The puppets were over 7 feet tall.

"DIE!!!"

Night Whisperer moved his hands, and a heavy pot smashed into the puppet\'s side, doing absolutely nothing.

Hehehhehe~

Now it was the puppet\'s turn.

Pah!

A single slap had caused Night Whisperer to turn 540°in the air before landing flat to the ground.

But this wasn\'t all.

The puppet dived into the air, with its elbow landing on Night Whisperer\'s bak.

Brahhhh!~

Night Whisperer saw his life flash before his eyes with this single move. The puppet didn\'t give him any rest, maneuvering itself, doing several WWE wrestle mania moves on him.

At one point, he had to tap the floor severally when the puppet pinned his legs.

Enough! Enough!

Time out! TIME OUT!

(>:Q0Q:)

Can he have a moment\'s rest?

If there was any thought of fighting on to get a chunk of this robot, it was all gone.

The only thing on his mind was to live. For it was at this moment that Night Whisperer regretted not having a will.