Become the Mother of Machinery [Heartthrob]

Chapter 11

Chapter 11 The House of Love

    Zero almost fell.

    "Dabao, we can't break the law!"

    A suspicious child voice came from the Bubble Bobble watch: "But you need money very much, and I can give you a lot of money in a short time."

    Who can resist this temptation?

    Is this a corruption of morality or a distortion of human nature?

    Zero Difficulty clenched his fist, "The poor need to be strong!"

    Then he explained in a low voice: "These money are deposits of citizens, not owners. And I know that more money belongs to the chaebols. They are powerful, and they must fight against them. It's very dangerous, you mustn't have such terrible thoughts!"

    An Ling did not expect her to think so much all of a sudden. To him, the federal financial figures are actually just a string of codes in the program, but they are related to the huge chaebol. It's too early to be an enemy...

    "Don't worry, you won't rob a bank."

    Only then did Ling breathe a sigh of relief: being an old mother is really hard.

    The neon lights of the city at night have written colorful lights on everyone, only Zero is still the purest white and the most simple.

    Although An Ling said that he was 'possessed' on his watch, at the same time he was conducting surveillance and exploration, planning road traffic, assisting police officers in handling cases, and administrative work.

    Detecting that Zero's gaze stayed on a man for 2.3 seconds, he immediately judged.

    "Do you want his robotic arm? I'll grab it for you."

    Ling stopped him immediately: "No no no, I want to buy it myself."

    She began to enjoy a bright future: "I was just thinking that when I become a If you are a mercenary, can you also be equipped with such a cool arm?"

    An Ling said solemnly: "Yes, the guild uniformly allocates equipment to the mercenaries, including but not limited to various armors, weapons, and ammunition."

    Zero showed excitement. Expression: "Really? Dabao, look at me, I will definitely not be the weakest one in the whole street in the future!"

    An Ling said nothing.

    The future that AI can perceive is more inclined to simulate the result through precise calculation, which is an infinitely close possibility, rather than an unfounded 'desire'.

    Like a homeless man, the logical probability of him becoming the richest man in the world is 0.001%.

    But for the first time, he didn't question the unpredictability of others, just because it was zero.

    What she wants will come true.

    Across the street corner, there was a mobile shaved ice stall, and four or five children gathered under an old parasol.

    Zero recognized at a glance that these were the melons who were snorting water guns at her.

    Eating ice on a cold day, she saw that the noses of the children were red from the cold, digging spoonfuls of shaved ice from cheap plastic bowls.

    The stall owner is an old grandfather, his lower body is embedded in a tricycle, both arms are silver machines, only the neck above has the appearance of a normal person, with gray hair, wrinkled skin, and a white chef hat.