Night fell. Amy led over a hundred Terminators to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the provincial city.
With a wave of her hand, a dozen Terminators followed her directly into the warehouse, while the others quickly surrounded the area to prevent anyone inside from escaping.
This was a gathering place for a gang that sold illegal drugs, trafficked people, and frequently assaulted passersby to extort money.
Inside the warehouse, the lights were bright, and gang members were chatting and drinking.
The moment the warehouse door was broken open, Amy, leading several Terminators, quickly walked in, stunning everyone inside.
"Hey! Who are you? What do you want?" A burly man with a scarred face stepped forward.
"Oh, it's a beauty, and she brought a few people. Do you think these few can take us on? Hahaha!"
"Who cares what she's here for, if she's here, she's staying." A tall man beside him showed a lewd smile.
"Little lady, your skin looks so good, it must feel very smooth." A long-haired man walked up, reaching out to touch Amy's face.
Amy's eyes narrowed, and she backhanded him, sending the long-haired man painfully to his knees.
"Oh, little beauty, you're quite feisty!" Another man with a big head and ears said with a lewd smile. "I guarantee I'll make you scream Grandpa with pleasure."
Amy lifted her delicate chin and said indifferently, "I'm here to send you all to hell."
As soon as Amy finished speaking, her chin was met with Amy's flying kick, sending him flying backward a long distance, crashing heavily to the ground.
"You're asking for death!" A burly man roared, swinging his fist. Amy deftly dodged with a slight sidestep, then countered with an over-the-shoulder throw. The burly man slammed heavily to the ground, howling in pain.
"Useless! Can't even beat this little girl!" The boss sneered from the second-floor balcony.
"Attack together!" Seeing this, a dozen surrounding gang members rushed forward.
Amy spun gracefully, delivering a perfect roundhouse kick that precisely struck the first person's chin. The man, like a kite with a broken string, arced through the air and crashed heavily into a wooden table behind him, creating a loud shattering sound.
Next, Amy, in her high heels, walked forward with a leisurely pace, while the dozen Terminators she brought quickly moved, like a pack of agile Black Panthers, to engage their targets.
"Ah—!!"
"Help—!"
Amidst a chorus of screams, the several people who rushed forward were struck down by precise, swift, and brutal punches and kicks, clutching their heads and scurrying away.
Some had broken arms, others fractured bones and couldn't stand, and many more were sent flying by the Terminators' iron fists, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up.
Other gang members who came to support them, seeing the chaotic scene in the warehouse and all their people beaten down, were stunned by Amy and her group's strength.
"Get the guns!"
"Shoot!"
One by one, they panicked, not daring to advance, and fled like a tide towards the boss on the second floor.
The gang boss was furious and immediately ordered his lieutenants to grab various firearms and aim them downstairs.
"Shoot!" the boss commanded. A volley of dense gunfire erupted, and bullets rained down on Amy and the Terminators.
However, this had no effect on Amy and her group; all the bullets ricocheted, as the Terminators' skin was very difficult to penetrate with ordinary weapons.
"Hmph! Too weak." Amy sneered, and with a light leap, she was on the second floor. She swiftly disarmed the boss's subordinates, directly chopping down their guns.
"You!" The boss retreated in terror. Before he could react, Amy delivered a powerful and precise front kick to his abdomen. With a loud "bang," the boss flew out like a rag doll.
He flew a long distance in an arc through the air, crashing heavily against the wall before falling to the ground with a "thump." The boss groaned in pain, curled up on the ground clutching his abdomen, blood oozing from between his fingers. The force of that kick caused him to bleed from all seven orifices, and his internal organs were dislocated.
"You..." the boss mumbled, his vision went black, and he finally passed out.
Amy retracted her foot and coldly surveyed her surroundings... In this operation, Amy and her group showed no mercy, severely injuring all the wicked members, leaving them incapacitated. These individuals would face insane retaliation from other gangs and enemies, their fate akin to hell.
In one month, Amy eliminated over a dozen gangs, shocking the entire underworld. All gangs showed fear at the mention of her name, terrified of becoming the next target. Some even publicly swore on social media to leave their gangs, no longer daring to be involved. Many small gangs also voluntarily disbanded.
Under the deterrence of Amy's iron fist, gang forces suffered a major blow and began to show signs of restraint. Amy's name became a terrifying presence for all gangs.
Alex Rivers leaned back in a massage chair, as two beautiful female Terminators in etiquette uniforms gave her a full-body massage.
Just then, system prompts kept ringing out:
"Ding! Congratulations to the host! Your subordinate Amy has won the battle, gaining 800 points."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host! Your subordinate Terminator 108 has won the battle, gaining 100 points."
"Ding! ..."
Watching her system points rapidly increase, Alex was in a great mood, showing a satisfied smile.
She sent Amy and the Terminators out for free activity, and she hadn't expected their efficiency to be so high.
These days, Alex could constantly see her system points increasing.
Alex nodded contentedly, continuing to enjoy the comfort of her full-body massage.
"System, turn off the notification sound."
"Yes, host."
"Your Majesty, have some fruit!" Faora, wearing a beautiful and sexy short skirt, walked over with a fruit platter.
The acquired system points were still quietly and continuously increasing.
The opening of the next world was not far off...
Tony's Laboratory.
Tony excitedly said in the laboratory, "It's a success! A new element!"
Tony looked at the reactor in his chest; the palladium element originally cast within it was toxic to the body and had always been a hidden danger. But now, the new super-rare element perfectly replaced palladium, not only being non-toxic but also providing more powerful energy.
"Goodbye, annoying palladium element." Tony, with a look of relief, removed the old reactor, patted the new one, and said, "From now on, I'll rely on you, little guy."
A brand new element, with more powerful energy, meant that the Iron Man suit's capabilities would have great room for improvement.
Tony happily continued to debug the new device. Although he was very tired, he didn't want to rest yet.
Instead, he planned to upgrade the new suit and research a version that could be mass-produced quickly. He believed that with his genius intellect, he would definitely develop a powerful suit never seen before!
By then, he would definitely... give the latest model to Superwoman Alex Rivers, which might even surprise her...
Tony's tinkering sounds echoed in the laboratory for a long time...
Far away at Hammer Industries, Ivan Vanko had been rescued by Justin Hammer, the owner of Hammer Industries.
"I think we have a common goal." Justin Hammer looked at Ivan in front of him, intending to utilize his research capabilities...
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