"So now, let's give everyone the ultimate fiery pain! If you're curious about what it's like to be scalded to death by hot oil... then you better be prepared!
My dear customers, make sure to lower the Pain Editor on your Mewtwo, otherwise... I'm afraid you might not get the chance to see our next death Mewtwo."
The man in the white suit laughed aloud, and then, in the perspective of Mewtwo, a terrified head turned back and forth until a bubbling gas can appeared in front of him.
No... no... no!!
The man's wail transformed into brainwaves, flickering away inside the Super Dream Device, but the cold machine continued to play the contents without emotion.
At this moment, Qiwei was just staring intensely at the man's expression in reality.
As he began to convulse violently, opening his mouth wide in a loud gasp, his entire body shook as if being electrocuted. Only then did she reveal a somewhat cruel, pleasurable smile, stood up, and casually pulled out a half-fanged tooth implanted in the back of her hand, tossing it aside.
After taking a deep breath, Qiwei stood up, turned around, and walked towards the bedroom. Her prosthetic eye glowed, and unlocking this kind of home electronic door switch was a simple task for her.
In under three seconds, the electronic door clicked open, and Qiwei stepped inside. At this moment, the girl lay motionless on the floor, eyes filled with terror.
She was only wearing underwear, and the bed was still a mess, making it imaginable what she and the man had been doing before in the room. The air still carried a rather unpleasant odor.
"Don't, don't kill me... I haven't done anything, Qiwei, I beg you..." she pleaded with a face full of supplication.
But Qiwei merely looked at her: "You were the one who persuaded me to hold on... so why are you lying here now?"
"I... because he sold you, I was scared..." The girl's voice trembled as she pleaded with Qiwei: "Please, please, disable my chip, it hurts so much..."
As a factory worker, the work chip in her brain, modified with a Sex Doll Chip, had been controlled by Qiwei using the Magic Puppet Program. Now, she could hardly move, and the chip continuously stimulated various pain nerves, subjecting her to immense torment.
"Is that so?" Qiwei sneered, going over to pinch her face, seriously staring into her eyes: "Do you know how he described it when he sold me?
He said, 'Ungrateful bitch, if you don't want to, plenty of others would...' Such a mystery, who would this willing person be?"
Qiwei's grip on her face grew stronger, her demeanor and voice resembling that of a serpent's tongue, sending chills down the girl's spine.
"He's the type who frequently switches partners, you've been with him for several years, and still have this kind of chip... Ha, you're truly pitiful."
Qiwei's mockery made the girl sob. She turned her head, trying to seek mercy from Rebecca behind Qiwei, who looked quite young, hoping her companion might spare her.
Truth be told, she judged correctly. Though Rebecca often appeared fierce, she was actually the softest-hearted among Mercer's group.
However, at this moment, even the soft-hearted Rebecca merely turned her head away indifferently, refusing to look at her.
"I beg you, I had no choice... I just didn't want to die, didn't want to suffer..."
She pleaded: "Ladies and gentlemen, please spare me. I really haven't done anything bad... Look at what I've got now? What kind of life am I living?
The life I have is just being his personal sex doll during others' working hours... Please, forgive me, Qiwei, my life isn't any better than yours."
But Qiwei only felt disgusted. She let go of her, forcefully shoving her aside, the prosthetic eye flickered with light: "Fine, I'll set you free."
"No, don't... you bitch, you'll go to hell...."
The girl's expression changed repeatedly before finally collapsing into a curse. But before she could finish, she turned to a scream as her brain-computer interface began to overheat, ultimately scorching her brain's nerves.
The chips and electronic components in her head ignited, spreading flames up her neck.
She howled miserably in the fire, cursing incomprehensibly amidst her screams.
"Tsk, still had money for cosmetic surgery... this facelift doesn't come cheap," V clicked his tongue, easily identifying the woman with her head alight as full of lies.
With her head burned like this, it was thanks to the dense circuitry hidden beneath her facial skin, a kind of facelift often only chosen by sex dolls.
Qiwei rose indifferently, pressing her lips tightly, and after a while said: "Let's go, we're burning this factory down."
"How are we doing it?" Rebecca asked cautiously: "Before setting the fire, we have to figure out how to evacuate the people, otherwise there are hundreds in this factory..."
"I know." Qiwei said expressionlessly.
Rebecca added: "I understand, but a fire at such a large factory, the NCPD will surely respond quickly, and there'll definitely be many people..."
"Leave it to me, I'll have Venus lock down the alarm communications here. From now on, within this factory's range, not a single alarm call will go through."
After Mercer spoke, Rebecca finally felt reassured: "Then where do we get the fuel?"