"Brother, warning: 708 Scavenger units, full firepower!"
Shen Yao's voice, no longer frail, exploded in Shen Xiu's mind with an urgent electronic hum. Lying on an operating table fashioned from a discarded washing machine, her body was wired with countless flickering cables. At the center of her chest, the 'X'-shaped chip pulsed with dazzling silver light—her last line of defense as a 'human.'
Shen Xiu's left hand, entirely composed of living nanometal, had transformed into five sharp silver blades. They meticulously cut through the infected neural nodes at the back of Shen Yao's neck. The chilling sound of metal slicing and the colossal thud of Scavengers' heavy exoskeletons outside merged into a doomsday symphony.
CRASH!
The clinic's entrance, welded shut with a discarded armored vehicle door, was instantly obliterated by a plasma cannon. The shockwave overturned all medical instruments, sending dust and sparks flying.
"Shen Xiu, your 'logic' has exceeded safety thresholds." A pitch-black Scavenger leader, its right arm equipped with a chainsaw cannon, locked its crimson cybernetic eye onto Shen Xiu. "Surrender the 'X-variant,' and you may live."
Shen Xiu didn't look up, his silver blades completing the final precise suture on Shen Yao's nerves. His left hand gently brushed his sister's forehead, his gaze as cold as alloy from the depths of hell. "On my operating table, I am the only logic."
Before his words finished, he whirled around. His silver left hand instantly reshaped into massive metallic bear traps, snapping directly at the Scavenger leader's chainsaw cannon. Amidst the screeching grind of metal, Shen Xiu's body, like a phantom, plunged into battle with the Scavenger amidst a shower of sparks.