Chapter 83 – Perfect-Grade Terminator T-８００ Mech

150 Infinite Coins was not a loss Xiao Wuwang couldn’t bear.

Thinking this, Xiao Wuwang decided to follow his heart and let them go.

Having made up his mind, Xiao Wuwang no longer hesitated. He lowered the gun he had half-raised, swept his gaze over John Connor and Sarah Connor, and said solemnly, “That’s right, I’m here to help you. Tell me what’s going on inside?”

A flicker of surprise and gratitude flashed in Sarah Connor’s eyes as she quickly replied, “Those two robots are fighting inside, but suddenly another group rushed out trying to kill us…”

Before she could continue, John Connor interrupted, “Can you save ‘Pops’ (John’s nickname for the T-800)? Please! He’s about to be destroyed, I don’t want to lose him!”

“No! We need to leave now! You can’t go back, it’s too dangerous!” Sarah Connor immediately retorted.

In the original plot, the T-800 wouldn’t be so easily destroyed, but with players involved, it was hard to say.

Players, to complete their mission, would definitely try to completely destroy the T-800.

And the quickest method would be to throw it directly into molten iron!

If the T-800 were thrown into molten iron, then his plan to obtain its remains would be completely ruined.

“Han Xing, let’s go! Don’t let the T-800 be completely destroyed!” Xiao Wuwang immediately ordered.

“Yes!”

After replying, Han Xing was the first to step into the steel mill.

Not long after entering, Xiao Wuwang saw that the T-800’s limbs had already been completely disabled, even its neck had been broken, and the crimson light flickering in its pupils was unstable—it wasn’t far from total destruction!

Moreover, at that moment, the T-800’s remains were being dragged toward the furnace by several players from the Terminator Camp.

Seeing this, Xiao Wuwang didn’t know if the T-800 was already completely destroyed. Rage surged in his heart as he raised his Remington M40 Incendiary Sniper Rifle (Modified Type III) and fired a burst at that group of players!

“Bang… Bang…”

The bullets cut through the dim air of the steel mill like lightning, whistling sharply as they shot toward the players from the Terminator Camp.

Those players reacted quickly, dodging the moment they heard the gunfire, but Xiao Wuwang’s aim was extremely precise. Even as they moved, two players were still hit.

“Shit! Killing our own Camp?!”

“Is that guy insane? Killing players from your own Camp gives no benefits at all! Why would he attack?”

“Bastard! Should we fight back?”

“Let’s take him down?!”

“Kill him! Let’s all take out this traitor first!”

The group quickly reached an agreement, pulling out their weapons and unleashing a barrage of fire toward Xiao Wuwang and Han Xing.

“Bang… Bang…”

“Rat-tat… Rat-tat…”

…

Various gunshots intertwined.

Xiao Wuwang occasionally returned fire a few times, drawing their attention.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Han Xing had quietly made its way behind them.

“Splurt!”

Han Xing cleanly killed one person with a single slash.

And because the gunfire masked the sound, the others didn’t notice anything unusual.

So, Han Xing continued to stealthily approach another person from behind.

“Pfft!”

Another one down.

“Bang… Bang…”

Xiao Wuwang fired another timely burst, covering the sounds of Han Xing’s movements.

However, just as Han Xing slew the third person, the final two finally noticed something amiss.

They abruptly turned around, only to see Han Xing’s cold, stern face and the sharp blade still dripping with their companion’s blood.

“Damn it! There’s an enemy behind us!” one of them exclaimed.

Now that it had been discovered, Han Xing no longer concealed itself. Its footsteps quickened as it charged straight toward the man.

“Rat-tat…” The man raised his gun and fired at Han Xing.

The gun’s power was decent, but lacking explosive Traits, the bullets merely pierced through at Extreme Speed, leaving only small holes in Han Xing’s body.

Though Han Xing’s body was struck, thanks to the special Constitution of its Liquid Metal, the damage caused by the bullets vanished in an instant.

Han Xing continued to close in rapidly.

The man realized that the enemy before him was actually a T-1000. Wasn’t this their ally? Why was it killing them?

Countless questions flashed through his mind, but now was clearly not the time to ponder them.

Han Xing moved with Extreme Speed, closing the distance in the blink of an eye, its Sharp blade aimed directly at the man’s throat.

“Don’t!” the man screamed in terror, attempting to beg for mercy.

But Han Xing would not give him that chance.

With a flash of the blade, his throat was instantly slit, blood gushing out as his body collapsed weakly.

Seeing his companions fall one after another, the last man’s legs went weak, nearly causing him to slump to the ground. But his survival instinct drove him to turn and flee desperately deeper into the steel mill.

Meanwhile, Xiao Wuwang watched the man’s panicked retreat with a cold smirk, raising his Remington M40 Incendiary Sniper Rifle (Modified Type III).

“Bang! Bang!…”

After firing over a dozen shots in succession, the man let out one final roar of defiance before finally collapsing.

Xiao Wuwang immediately approached the T-800.

He focused his gaze to appraise it.

Item Name: Terminator T-800 Mech

Level: 3

Quality: Perfect

Durability: 5/160

Traits: Sturdy +2, Tough +2

Description: …

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“Hiss~~”

“That was close! Only 5 Durability left!”

“It’s actually a Perfect Quality T-800 Mech!”

“And with dual +2 Traits!”

“No wonder you, a single T-800, could hold your own against a T-1000!”

Setting aside his amazement, Xiao Wuwang promptly began extracting its chip.

After retrieving the chip, the Durability dropped by another 2 points.

Seeing only 3 Durability remaining, Xiao Wuwang finally let out a long sigh of relief.

After one upgrade back, its Durability would be fully restored.

Without hesitation, he immediately stored the T-800 wreckage into his Portable Space.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

…

The thunderous roar of the Ithaca M37 shotgun echoed continuously.

Xiao Wuwang turned to look.

He saw Sarah Connor firing frantically at the T-1000.

Massive holes appeared on the T-1000’s body, forcing it to stagger backward.

It seemed on the verge of being driven into the molten Iron.

However, the Ithaca M37 shotgun only held 5 rounds.

After five shots, Sarah Connor kept pulling the trigger, but nothing happened. Fear and despair began to show on her face.

Having not been attacked for a while, the holes in the T-1000 visibly healed at a rapid pace. Then, step by step, it advanced toward Sarah Connor and John Connor.

As T-1000 closed in, Sarah Connor swung her shotgun like a club, striking it with all her might.

However, T-1000 merely swayed slightly before reaching out to grab the shotgun. With a single effortless tug, it wrenched the weapon from Sarah Connor’s hands.

Just as T-1000 prepared to retaliate, Sarah suddenly heard a voice from behind her shout, “Get down!”