It's here.
Wu Quan tightly pressed his lips together, casting a probing gaze at Ada.
The latter silently shook her head, her left eye projecting a hologram with subtitles appearing: "Full-band electromagnetic interference, all drones have lost contact."
In many literary works, spiritual entities and supernatural phenomena are often linked to electromagnetic waves, which is quite reasonable.
Tick-tock!
The steel frame supporting the shelter transmitted a clear vibration filled with dense contact sounds, as if countless fingers and toes were moving.
That thing was climbing up along the steel column.
Wu Quan felt his scalp tingle, immediately flicking his wrist and quickly tapping a dozen times on the mechanical keyboard of his watch.
Outside the shelter, four motor-driven mechanical arms rose up, lifting four automated machine guns, and extending them below the shelter.
