Basic Parameters Height: 184 cm Weight: 200 kg Strength: 20 points Agility: 10 points Intelligence: 5 points Spirit: 0 points Charisma: 3 points Stamina: 10 points Perception: 0 points. Power Source: Manganese-Silicon Ion Fission Battery Standby Time: Ten Years Sustained Combat Time: One Year (Routine Engagements) Sustained Combat Time: Forty Days (Fierce Combat) Max Running Speed (Land): 60 km/h. Max Submersible Speed: 28 km/h. Burst Jump Distance: 7 meters (with momentum) Burst Jump Distance: 4 meters (from a standstill) Horsepower: 520 HP Base HP: 1200 points Innate Ability: Steel, possesses 10% resistance to all forms of damage. Innate Ability: Armor Plating, grants an additional 400 HP.

Weapon Parameters (Limited by T-750 CPU instant calculation capacity; only one weapon system can be loaded) Weapon: Cobalt Steel Alloy Exoskeleton (Loaded) Weapon: Cobalt Steel Alloy Defense Shield (Cannot cross temporal ripples; not loaded) Weapon: Plasma Nickel-Chromium Rifle (Cannot cross temporal ripples; not loaded) Weapon: Warp Beam Pistol (Cannot cross temporal ripples; not loaded) Weapon: High-Pressure Pulsed Xenon Light Submachine Gun (Cannot cross temporal ripples; not loaded) Weapon: 105mm Rifled Energy Cannon (Cannot cross temporal ripples; not loaded) Weapon: 16 Jumper Mines (Cannot cross temporal ripples; not loaded) Weapon: 442-RT Magnetic Adhesion System (Exceeds calculation capacity limit; cannot be loaded)

Defensive Capabilities: (Limited by T-750 energy system instant output; only one armor module can be fitted) Armor: Heavy Cobalt Steel Alloy Full Body Armor (Cannot cross temporal ripples; not loaded) Effect: Movement speed reduced by 33%, energy consumption increased by 300%, absorbs 45% of all damage types. Armor: Hydroxyapatite Thickened Dermis (Loaded) Effect: Absorbs 15% of all damage. Once this armor is loaded, no other armor class can be mounted. Loaded state only supports Combat Program: Mastery of Close Quarters Combat. Armor: Point-to-Point "Guardian" Artificial Skin (Not loaded; energy support quota overflowed) Effect: Absorbs 50% of ranged damage; no absorption against melee damage. Once loaded, no other armor can be mounted. Loaded state only supports Combat Program: Proficiency in Light Firearms.

Auxiliary Equipment: Simple Thermal Imager (Loaded; includes dark vision capability) Satellite Positioning Navigation System (Loaded; unusable due to lack of required support) Light Weapon Search Beacon (Loaded; can scan for light weapon ammunition within a 200-meter radius) Automatic Repair Data Pack (Cannot cross temporal ripples; not loaded)

Combat Programs: (Limited by T-750 core chip computation volume; only one combat program can be loaded) Mastery of Close Quarters Combat (Loaded) Energy Weapon Mastery (Not loaded; insufficient chip capacity) Proficiency in Light Firearms (Pistol/Submachine Gun Class) (Not loaded; insufficient chip capacity) Battlefield Mine Laying Mastery (Not loaded; insufficient chip capacity) Mechanical Maintenance Technology Mastery (Not loaded; insufficient chip capacity) Simulated Laryngeal Vocalizer (Not loaded; this model of Terminator does not support this feature)

Looking over these detailed specifications for the T-750 model, Fang Senyan realized that the so-called T-750 Terminator was merely a generic designation, much like how "Dongfeng/Mercedes/BMW" are used for cars. Based on the loaded weapon modules, auxiliary equipment, and combat programs, they could be categorized into four main classes: Melee, Ranged Combat, Demolitions, and Maintenance. The one Fang Senyan had encountered was clearly a Melee-class T-750, loaded with the Close Quarters Combat program. This logically explained why the machine hadn't resorted to firearms against him—it simply lacked the programmed proficiency to effectively utilize them, and even if it tried, the results would likely be abysmal.

“Then…” Fang Senyan’s deep black eyebrows arched as if drawn swiftly. He suddenly thought of something: the other T-750 Terminator he had seen earlier. Its marksmanship had been exquisite, suggesting it was logically equipped with the Light Firearms Proficiency program. Furthermore, since that T-750 had seemingly shrugged off the combined firepower of the Delta Special Forces relatively unscathed, its armor was most likely the Point-to-Point "Guardian" Artificial Skin! This meant that its threat level toward Fang Senyan was significantly reduced, yet if Fang Senyan could close the distance, he could completely dominate a machine lacking close-combat programming.

Fang Senyan was a man of swift decisions. Knowing the enemy is half the battle won. Facing such a fortuitous scenario, he wouldn't be driven away even if he tried. He completely discarded any notion of retreat and began strategizing wholeheartedly. His only lingering concern was that this T-750 Terminator might also be equipped with the Light Weapon Search Beacon, capable of locating light weapon ammunition within two hundred meters. If the machine found and equipped something as potent as a Desert Eagle or a .500 Magnum, the situation would become extremely tricky.

However, everything came down to probability. This area was North Los Angeles, often referred to as the wealthy district, characterized by tight security and excellent living conditions, boasting a crime rate at least twenty percentage points lower than the southern Black communities. Since the US permits private citizens to own firearms, it was impossible for residents here to be completely unarmed. But given the strict laws and overall environment, the number of residents owning light weapons with such devastating stopping power would surely be few. Moreover, the police and Delta Special Forces were already acting as cannon fodder, draining the Terminator’s ammo supply upfront. This was the primary reason Fang Senyan resolved to wade into this dangerous fray!

After a brief rest and minimal treatment, Fang Senyan’s condition had recovered to about eighty percent of his peak. Such efficient recovery was partly due to his own superior physical constitution, and partly because his injuries were mostly superficial skin abrasions. If his wounds had been more severe—say, a broken bone from the previous fight—his recovery time would easily have exceeded an hour.

Fang Senyan had heard the distant echoes of gunfire and explosions just minutes prior, confirming that the coordinated effort to corner that T-750 Terminator was far from over. He casually selected a couple of shirts from a nearby wardrobe, threw them on, and headed out to his motorcycle, speeding toward the sound of the fighting.

Two to three kilometers away, Fang Senyan could see streams of terrified citizens fleeing and screaming; some were still only in undershirts and shorts. There were also barricades set up by the LAPD. The primary function of these checkpoints was external containment, preventing unauthorized entry—simply put, passage out was allowed, but passage in was forbidden. Crashing through wouldn't be impossible for Fang Senyan, but it would inevitably lead to a confrontation with the police. Fortunately, Fang Senyan had already prepared a contingency for this. He dismounted his bike far in advance, put on his sunglasses, and sprinted toward the roadblock, wildly waving his arms while shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Hey! Now! You sons of bitches, let me through! My poor Billy is still trapped at home, those damn maniacs will kill him!"

The officers frowned, regarding Fang Senyan. Emotionally agitated individuals like this were difficult to reason with, especially in a situation prone to sparking mass panic. A single misstep could trigger a large-scale civil disturbance. Since America places high value on human rights, two officers immediately stepped forward, attempting to calm Fang Senyan down. However, they were clearly at a disadvantage in terms of sheer strength. While continuing his tirade, Fang Senyan easily shoved them aside and burst through the cordon, sprinting inward.

Faced with this, the police officers exchanged uneasy glances. Ultimately, this man just wanted to get home; did they really dare open fire on him from behind? Chasing and subduing him was certainly an option, but the man was running like a startled rabbit, vanishing into the distance in the blink of an eye… The few officers exchanged looks and then, as if by unspoken agreement, averted their gaze, showing no inclination to give chase.

Fang Senyan rounded a building and began to slow his pace. Dense smoke was rising ahead, indicating a fierce exchange of fire had recently occurred here as well. Through a gap in a sparse fence, he could see a battered, old-school 1981 Ford sedan lying askew in the road, burning fiercely and belching thick black smoke. The ground and nearby building walls were smeared with blood and littered with spent casings—evidence of a sustained firefight.

From the shell casings on the ground, it was obvious both sides had been firing 9mm rounds. Fang Senyan felt a measure of relief; with his innate talent, Steel, this level of firepower posed no real threat to him. Just then, a muffled groan sounded from a nearby house, followed by a faint, metallic clink-clink-clink!

The sound was brief and slight; most people would have ignored it, but Fang Senyan was moving with extreme vigilance, walking on eggshells. A thought struck him, and he immediately adopted a defensive posture, striding toward the adjacent structure.

As he neared the house, Fang Senyan was hit by a heavy, metallic scent of blood, heightening his wariness. Yet, because his heightened perception usually afforded him a few seconds' warning before danger struck, he remained calm rather than panicking. He moved lightly toward the slightly ajar door and pushed it open without making a sound.

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