Restricted by the rules, the Autonomous Unit is not allowed to proactively touch the guests to avoid causing conflicts or accidents, which forces it to repeatedly call out to the other party.
"What a stupid robot." A guest couldn’t stand it any longer, ca over, and directly shook awake the sleeping man, telling him what happened.
"Sorry for disturbing everyone." The man waved to the restaurant patrons, and then started chatting with the person who woke him up.
Very bold, the two felt as if they t like long-lost friends, syncing up in conversation and sensory perception, making their interaction exceptionally pleasant.
"Sandy, do you like the feeling of flying in the sky?" The helpful guest, with brown skin, wearing a white suit, had a full briefcase by his side.
"Oh, of course I like it, that feeling is as cool as being fiercely embraced by freedom!" The man used an exaggerated taphor to describe the sensation of flying freely.
"Hahaha, I also like it, coincidentally, I work for an aircraft company, specifically tuning those flight control paraters and optimizing and improving the next generation of aircraft."
"To create more comfortable and popular aircraft, our company conducted extensive research, accumulated data, and even applied for so patents~" The white-suit guest continued to introduce.
"If equipped with the system we developed, even completely novice pilots can achieve impressive results with AI assistance." The guest confidently promoted.
"This technology seems very ’interesting.’" The man paused slightly on the word interesting, as if marveling at sothing unknown and fresh.
Afterwards, the two looked at the scenery for a while, chatted about so current events, and finally, as they were about to leave, the suit guest rummaged through his briefcase and found a small white conch.
"This is a local specialty ’Three-tone Conch’, it can emit pleasant sounds of the tide, helping with sleep, I’m giving it to you."
"Thank you, I also have a gift here." Like exchanging gifts, the man brought the guest back to the room he stayed in and handed over a black gift box.
From surveillance caras and onlookers’ perspectives, this seed like a very normal event, but when the man was preparing to take the elevator to the beach, two uniford police officers quickly approached him, preparing to apprehend.
"You’ve got the wrong person." Unlike regular tourists, he didn’t easily comply but frowned cautiously and stepped back.
"No mistake, please co with us, sir, we discovered you smuggling important items." The two stepped forward.
"No, if it’s a smuggling issue, it would definitely be customs departnt police coming, and you obviously are not." After saying this, the two officers were visibly stunned.
They exchanged glances, quickly denying this statent.
"You must be mistaken, we are indeed police from the customs departnt." The two confidently stated their identity and attire were correct.
However, just when the two thought the man would argue or flee, he suddenly drew a concealed, fine light saber, injuring one officer, and when attacking the second officer, the latter dodged it with proficient skill.
"Sure enough, you’re not ordinary police." He was indeed a special elite from Sequence 6, in an unprepared ambush, even so Sequence 7 Transcendents would fall, yet the opposing party managed to fend it off.
"Drop your weapon, hands up and squat!" The standing officer withdrew a handgun, aiming at the man, but unfortunately, the opponent still didn’t stop or try to escape but directly delivered a flying kick towards the adversary.
’Bang, bang.’ Two rapid shots, one drawing blood from the opponent’s body and the other whizzed past his face, embedding into the wall behind.
After the gunshots, thanks to seemingly ordinary yet exceptionally protective clothing, the man only suffered minor injuries, while his fierce kick disabled the opponent’s handgun and kicked him out of the high-rise, plunging below the hotel.
After dealing with the two ’abnormal’ police officers, the man picked up his suitcase and quickly dove into the hotel’s complex elevator network, disappearing.
Minutes later, squads of combat personnel in Exoskeleton Armor rushed into the hotel, completely sealing off entrances and exits, starting a thorough scan and search.
"Capture this man, he’s a spy from the Central Star Domain, has stolen classified information, and must be contained here, not allowed to return!"
"Yes!"
The combat personnel began their action, directed by High Rank AI, disciplined and orderly.
First sealing off all exits, then shutting down all elevators in the hotel, followed by operating the hotel’s central system, isolating and blocking each section, thereafter initiating their thorough search and clearing.
In these urgent actions, the man was at present hiding in the interlayer space between floors, cautiously connecting to the other side of the data network.
They conversed for 1 minute and 39 seconds, after which the man made up his mind to disguise his appearance and physique, fully changing his image within 12 minutes.
At this ti, a woman with sunglasses and flowing black hair exited the restroom, carrying a fashionable handbag at her side, her lips a vivid crimson, her facial lines clean and sharp, that distinctively fresh and elegant beauty, like sharp high heels stepping on the hearts of many passersby, leaving no one able to connect her with the ordinary-looking middle-aged man from not long ago.
The woman gracefully approached the human barricade, her pogranate-red fingernails brushed against the white Exoskeleton Armor, then she leaned her face close to the soldier.
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