When Alex Rivers arrived at a bustling square, she stopped to watch an exciting street performance.
Several people in the crowd kept their eyes on them. They had noticed the beauty of Alex and her two companions earlier, harbored ill intentions, and followed them all the way.
Although Alex hadn't activated her Super Hearing, Super Vision, or X-ray vision, she was focused on enjoying the entertainment before her.
However, Amy and Faora had already sensed the malicious intent of these individuals. But seeing Alex enjoying herself, they decided to deal with them when they left.
When the performance ended, Alex felt she'd had enough fun.
"Let's go; it's time to head back," Alex exchanged a glance with her companions, and the three quickly left the square.
Walking through the streets, as the number of pedestrians dwindled, Alex and her companions stopped in a deserted alley.
"Boss, what a great opportunity! These women are exquisite beauties."
"Heaven is truly helping us; they came to a deserted place."
"These beauties are too gorgeous; just looking at them almost made me faint."
"We're in luck today! Hahaha!"
Seeing no one around, the people who had been following Alex and her companions eagerly revealed themselves.
A flurry of quick footsteps approached, and several thugs quickly ran to surround them.
"Boss, the prettiest one in the middle is for you," a dark-skinned man said obsequiously, looking at Alex, who was the most beautiful, with a fawning expression at their boss.
Alex ordered Skynet to check the information on these individuals, discovering they were members of a small local gang.
Hmph! Afterwards, she'd have the Terminators wipe out this small gang.
"Truly top-grade merchandise. I hope the beautiful ladies will cooperate; we are civilized people and don't want to resort to force," a thug mocked.
"Afterward, you might even get addicted and come to serve us for free," the thug leader said lewdly, prompting laughter from the others.
"Hahahaha!..."
Alex's self-control was usually quite good, but this was the first time she'd heard such vulgar language up close, and she couldn't help but feel indignant.
Faora was somewhat impatient, silently looking at Alex for a signal.
Alex smiled knowingly, nodding gently in agreement, allowing Faora to act. As a warrior, Faora hadn't fought in a while and was eager to unleash her long-suppressed fighting spirit, hoping the thugs would be tough enough to take a beating.
"Faora, slow down; I want to record a video," Alex commanded Skynet to film.
Skynet could record 36000k clarity video of Alex's surroundings from a 360-degree angle without blind spots.
With permission granted, Faora's eyes gleamed with determination.
Faora had long been itching to deal with them, these bad guys who had been following them for a long time.
These scumbags were only worthy of kneeling at the Queen's feet in worship; how dared they defile the Queen with their filthy eyes.
"What? Beautiful lady, do you want to fight us? You should come to bed with me to fight instead!" a thug said with a wicked grin.
Faora identified her first target.
"Haha...!"
The thugs found things becoming interesting and burst into laughter.
Faora activated her Super Speed, stomping her left foot forward fiercely, appearing in front of the thug as if teleporting. She grabbed his arm, twisted it against the joint, and then kicked his leg with her high heel, breaking it.
"Ah! My arm, my leg..." Thug Number One knelt on the ground, wailing in excruciating pain.
The other thugs were stunned, realizing their accomplice was screaming on the ground.
They had been laughing triumphantly just now and hadn't reacted yet, not realizing the gravity of the situation.
"What? She's actually a martial artist! She must be a bodyguard; let's all go at her and take her down."
The thug leader said in surprise, not forgetting to order his subordinates to charge together, while he quietly retreated behind them.
Faora smirked playfully.
Seeing the thugs rush forward, Faora swung her right hand, quickly striking the two individuals on her left and right.
"Bang—!"
Thugs Number Two and Number Three were sent flying backward, slamming hard against the wall.
Thug Number Two's shoulder, where he was hit, was severely deformed, and Thug Number Three's chest, where he was struck, was caved in.
Thugs Number Four, Five, Six, and Seven widened their eyes at the sight, their pupils involuntarily dilating, and fear began to well up inside them.
"Oh no!"
Thugs Number Four and Five had charged faster, and due to inertia, couldn't stop, watching themselves get closer and closer to Faora.
In Faora's eyes, the thugs' movements were like slow motion.
Before Number Four and Five could retreat, Faora executed a stylish spinning side kick, hitting Thug Number Four in the head.
Thug Number Four spun through the air like a large windmill, then slid along the ground, leaving a long polished streak on the pavement.
Number Five panicked and started to retreat, but because he had charged too fast, his body was still leaning forward, though he had already turned 5 degrees. His eyeballs desperately rolled backward, hoping to see an escape route.
Faora quickly turned around, raised her slender, beautiful leg, and delivered a left front kick.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones breaking rang out as Thug Number Five was brutally kicked in the waist, his body folding in half from Faora's kick, and he flew away.
Thug Number Seven, seeing himself closer to Alex and Amy, charged towards Alex with hope.
He believed that if he could just grab the female boss in the middle as a hostage, the black-dressed bodyguard wouldn't dare to act rashly. He refused to believe that the other slender, red-dressed beauty could also fight well!
Alex gave Faora a look, signaling her not to intervene.
Amy, the Terminator, stepped forward and stood in front of Alex.
Seeing this, Number Seven raised his fist and swung it. Amy met his punch with her own. With a "crack," the thug's arm instantly broke.
"Ah! My arm..."
Before the thug could finish screaming, Amy had already grabbed his arm, raised her slender, beautiful leg, and kicked him in the waist.
"Bang—!"
Amy was a Terminator robot with a high-density body. The actual weight of her slender, beautiful leg was astonishing, and combined with the extreme speed of her kick, the force of this single kick was enough to send Thug Number Seven flying.
But Amy held his arm firmly, preventing him from flying away.
When the thug's body fell after the heavy impact, Amy delivered another kick, followed by more continuous heavy kicks and critical strikes.
"Bang—!... I..."
"Bang—!... Surrender..."
"Bang—!... Ugh..."
"Bang—!..."
A series of striking sounds rang out. Every one of Amy's kicks was thunderous, yet she maintained control, kicking different parts without taking the thug's life.
As a high-level Terminator robot produced by the system, Amy possessed autonomous emotions and was very protective of Alex. When Master Alex was verbally harassed, she also felt anger.
This made Alex look at Amy with newfound respect.
"The system is truly a conscientious system!" Alex exclaimed, "Its products never disappoint. It's a pity it's currently upgrading without warning; I don't know when it will return."
At this moment, Faora turned and looked at the stunned Thug Number Six.
Feeling Faora's gaze, Number Six snapped back to reality, his legs went weak with fright, and he immediately knelt down.
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