PART 10: RETRIBUTION

All the newspapers hanging everywhere, such as in bookstores, restaurants, and stalls selling reading materials, displayed on their front pages the news of the death of a police officer named 'Mr. Karem' in a civilian residential area.

The death was estimated to have occurred at midnight. The cause of death was a silent robbery. A crime of robbery and murder.

The items inside Mr. Karem's car had been stolen and were missing. The perpetrator was unknown and could not be identified. Not a single witness saw or was present at the tragic incident as it unfolded at that time.

Mr. Karem's family sat together, crying on a long bench in the hospital. Mr. Hill also waited for the autopsy results of Mr. Karem's body, standing and leaning against the wall of the hospital corridor. He stared upward, lost in thought. Holding back tears. Feeling regret and guilt.

"Assalamualaikum," said Mr. Hill, greeting Fared.

"Waalaikummussalam," replied Fared, responding to Mr. Hill's greeting.

Fared and Mr. Hill shook hands, and Fared invited Mr. Hill to sit on a beautiful and comfortable chair.

"I'm here because it's my duty this week to check on you, inspect your house, and examine your equipment," said Mr. Hill.

"Alright, I understand and am aware of that," said Fared, nodding.

Mr. Hill stood up and inspected the interior of Fared's house. All the hidden CCTV cameras were still in good condition.

So were the mini microphones attached to concealed spots, such as under chairs, under the kitchen table, under the hanging kitchen cabinet, and behind the lamp.

"I'll head back now. If anything comes up, contact us. If there's any damage, we can help arrange repairs. You're still under detention, even if it's in your own home. Remember that," Mr. Hill advised before leaving Fared's house.

Fared thanked him and closed the gate. He plopped down onto the large sofa. Fared felt at a loss. He couldn't touch any gadgets like his laptop or smartphone because he was still under detention.

"Shocking. There were only two robots. Where's the radioactive handler robot?" asked Hadi, feeling uneasy.

"All the supercomputers can't establish a connection to the three robots. The connection has been severed. The signal can't be detected," explained Haziq.

"What about the GPS signal? Any trace?" asked Rahman.

"Wait, let me try," replied Aizat.

"There's no response at all," said Aizat, who was using a computer connected to the supercomputer in the server room.

"I know one way to track all three robots," said Haikal.

"How?" asked Haziq.

Everyone who was working with gadgets and computers turned to look at Haikal. Haikal had a brilliant plan. They were all eager to hear Haikal's strategy.

"We just need to hack one robot, and after that, we can get the others. We can control the other robots. When the robots move on their own, it's obvious they're all connected and controlled by someone. It's impossible that two or three people are controlling all three of our robots," said Haikal.

"Haikal! You're brilliant!" cheered Hadi.

"But how do we get one robot?" asked Rahman.

"That's the thing. How do we get one robot?" Haikal asked himself.

It was the second week of Fared's confinement ordered by the authorities as part of the investigation into his alleged crimes before facing trial.

Rahman, Hadi, Haziq, Aizat, and Haikal stood in a group in front of the entrance to Fared's house.

"Assalamualaikum, Fared!" shouted Haziq, giving a greeting.

The door opened. Fared welcomed his friends with a wide smile. He was genuinely happy, and his face lit up with joy upon seeing his friends visiting him together.

"How are you? Healthy?" asked Haikal to Fared.

"Waalaikummussalam! Alhamdulillah, I'm just fine!" Fared replied cheerfully.

"We brought food—pizza, desserts, fried stuff, and more. Let's eat together so you'll feel cheerful!" said Aizat to Fared.

"Alhamdulillah, thank you! Come in! Come in!" Fared invited them with overwhelming happiness.

"How's it going? Any progress?" asked Mr. Hill to Mr. Khan, who was intently listening through headphones and watching footage from the hidden cameras inside Fared's house.

"Not yet. They're all still chatting happily. They haven't discussed anything significant," replied Mr. Khan.

"Is the audio being recorded?"

"It's being recorded. I'm still focusing," said Mr. Khan.

"I'd like to listen too if it's like this," said Mr. Hill.

"Use this other pair of headphones. Go ahead," offered Mr. Khan.

Mr. Hill took the headphones handed to him by Mr. Khan and put them on. The headphones covered his ears. He pulled a chair over and sat down.

Mr. Khan and Mr. Hill focused together on the footage and audio from the hidden cameras and microphones in Fared's house.

"Haikal, speak," said Hadi to Haikal. Haikal nodded in understanding.

"Fared, actually, we're working on something," said Haikal to Fared. At that moment, they all paused briefly to let Haikal explain something to Fared and give Fared a chance to react.

"What is it?" Fared responded to Haikal's words with a question, looking at his friends' faces.

"We're all trying to build a new robot without your help," they said.

"What? What if the new robot gets hacked like the others?" asked Fared, worried that a heartbreaking tragedy—like the murder of security guards by his own robots—might repeat itself.

"Don't worry. Rahman, Hadi, and Haziq will investigate how the hacking happens," said Haikal.

"Who's building the robot?" asked Fared.

"All of us, and we need your help with the construction," said Haikal again.

"How can I help? Why do you all want to build a robot?" Fared asked further.

"We want to use the robot to fight and capture the other robots. Catching just one robot would be enough. Once we capture a robot, we'll hack it and find out where and who hacked our robots. It's impossible that you were controlling them," said Haziq with high confidence.

"Thank you. I'll give you the password to my computer and laptop in the workroom. You all can build it based on my latest blueprints. Improvements to the prototype and the other robots," explained Fared.

"I've always imagined building a soldier robot. That's my blueprint. It's labeled 'super robot.' I've always dreamed of making Malaysia the first country to use soldier robots to defend the nation, but the blueprint isn't finished yet. You all do what you can. That's all I can help with since my movements are limited. How many robots are you planning to build?" Fared explained and then asked them.

"Just one. Building robots is tough," said Aizat to Fared.

"Fared and I used to collect discarded robot parts from recycling centers. There were so many good robot parts that Fared found, and I helped carry them before Fared had a car. We can upgrade those parts," explained Rahman.

"Exactly," said Aizat.

"Build a robot? Hmm," Fared sighed to himself while lying on his bed under a blanket, waiting for his eyes to close on their own.

"Alright, Fared. Your confinement order has ended. I hope the days ahead will be better for you. We'll leave now," said Mr. Hill along with Mr. Khan.

"Thank you!" said Fared to Mr. Hill and Mr. Khan after the two-week confinement order had concluded.

Based on the investigation, Fared was not guilty. Most importantly, the GPS tracker was removed from Fared's leg, and he was now free to move anywhere.

Although the confinement order had ended, Fared was still on leave as instructed by the company. The company suspended his work for two weeks until the situation calmed down to protect its reputation.

Fared opened his laptop, which had been returned by the police officer, Mr. Hill, after restrictions on his movements were lifted following the investigation proving his innocence.

He opened the Telebyte application (a more advanced app similar to Telegram) on his laptop and sent all the digital documents and blueprints to his group of friends.

Hadi was using Fared's desktop computer to watch Japanese anime. Suddenly, a notification popped up on the screen.

A new email had arrived. Hadi quickly opened the email and read it carefully. Hadi called Haziq and Haikal.

The three of them read the email displayed on the computer screen, sent by Fared. They exchanged glances with one another.

"I want to take a short leave soon," said Rahman to Fared's friends, who were busy building the robot's legs and arms.

"Why do you want to take leave?" asked Haikal to Rahman.

"Well, the Honorable Petaling Jaya passed away due to being murdered, so there'll be a by-election soon," explained Rahman, who was writing program code on his work computer.

"Oh, I see," said Haikal.

"Why take leave early?" asked Haziq.

"I want to see the political party campaigns for the by-election. Three political parties are competing. Since three parties are running, they need to hold election campaigns to attract new voters," explained Rahman.

"Ohh," replied Haziq.

"If there's any issue, we'll WhatsApp you," said Aizat.

"Alright, thank you," said Rahman.

"We need to find out how rat poison ended up in the body of the Honorable Petaling Jaya. First, we start with drinks. Investigate any drink stalls or places that provided drinks to the late Honorable before his death," said Mr. Hill to the forensic team and police officers, standing in front of the five-story police station building.

"Yes, sir," replied the police teams.

"I'll divide you into groups for several tasks," said Mr. Hill.

A few days later, many people were doing business near the by-election campaign along the sidewalks and nearby parks.

Crowds moved back and forth, shopping at the morning market held alongside the by-election campaign.

A large stage and tents shaded the many people attending the political party's campaign. Many sat in chairs waiting for the event to start. Several police cars patrolled the area and ensured its safety.

A patrol robot moved quickly, chased by a few cute and naughty children, weaving through and against the flow of adults walking on the sidewalk.

Several patrol and cleaning robots vacuumed up litter scattered on the pavement.

Rahman held the hands of his two young children while his wife bought ice cream and handed three cones to Rahman and the kids.

Almost everyone cheered when a people's representative appeared to give a speech at the by-election campaign event.

The Blue Party, White Party, and Green Party were competing in the Petaling district by-election.

The campaign Rahman attended was the Blue Party's political campaign.

Rahman enjoyed attending various campaigns from different political parties for the chance to win free items through lucky draws, enjoy interesting activities, and experience many other things that entertained him and his family.

Fared was assembling the large, shiny metal arms of a robot. The robot's dull-colored legs were also replaced with larger, shinier ones.

Fared took a palm-sized cloth, applied polishing soap to it, and wiped the robot's body.

The robot's face was also polished with the soap. Fared smiled and grinned to himself while wiping and shining the robot's face.

 After finishing wiping and polishing his robot, Fared washed his hands in the kitchen sink. The refrigerator was then opened, and a large milk carton was taken out and drunk.

 He drank until the entire large milk carton was empty. Fared peered into the opening of the large milk carton. The liquid was gone. A small chocolate milk carton was then taken and brought out of the kitchen.

 The small chocolate milk carton he held was opened at the top and poured into a clean glass on the round dining table. Fared pulled out a chair and sat down.

 He took the chocolate milk from the carton and drank it. His smartphone was taken out and unlocked. The patrol robot application was opened.

 One by one, the cameras were accessed. Fared carefully examined the surroundings through each of his patrol robot's cameras. Fared jolted in shock. Immediately, he stood up from the chair and called Rahman.

 The phone went unanswered. Fared called Rahman again. Still no answer. Rahman was busy playfully joking with his two young children and his wife.

 They were happily spending time together at the political party campaign. The campaign area was noisy with the voices of the crowd, blaring music, and the sound of loudspeakers from the main program of the blue party's election campaign. Fared quickly called the patrol robot control office.

 A contesting representative climbed onto the stage after being invited by the women's ceremony chairperson to deliver a speech. Slowly and stylishly, the blue party representative walked up to the stage.

 The representative stood in front of the audience behind the rostrum. A smile was offered. A welcoming speech was given, cheerfully greeting the attendees.

 Rahman and his family stood at the far end of the seated audience listening to the representative's speech. There were no seats available.

 No empty chairs. Rahman had to stand with his family to listen to the representative's speech.

 Rahman asked his wife to take the children for a walk or sit somewhere else because he wanted to listen to the representative's speech while standing for a long time. Rahman's wife and children left.

 A police car moved along the road near the small election campaign. One police officer observed the surroundings while another drove the car slowly and carefully.

BOOM!

 Both police officers in the car flinched and were startled. The car they were in came to an abrupt stop as if they had hit something hard and rigid, like a road divider. Fortunately, there were no injuries. The front windshield cracked slightly. The front of the car was a little dented.

"Yus? What did you hit, Yus?" one officer asked his partner, who was supposed to be driving slowly and carefully.

"Get out of the car, quick!" yelled Yus, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Yus shouted in fear.

 Suddenly, the car lifted upward as if the front was being raised. Both officers screamed in shock and terror. A patrol robot moved slowly and turned toward the police car, which was now lifted off the ground.

 The robot's lens zoomed in, magnifying its view so that distant objects appeared closer. A humanoid robot was lifting the front of the police car, unnoticed by the crowd and with no one nearby the scene.

 The two officers inside the car exited through the doors and fell to the ground. The police car was hoisted high with just the two hands of the robot. The two officers distanced themselves from the robot. They drew their pistols and fired several shots.

 The bullets hit but had no effect. A futile effort. The robot was bulletproof. Calmly, it continued to hold up the police car.

 A few civilians walking nearby were startled when they heard the loud gunfire. The small group of civilians fled to another area upon seeing the two officers firing repeatedly at the robot.

 Bang! The robot crushed both officers with their own police car.

 Blood sprayed, and they vomited copious amounts of blood as they were crushed by their vehicle. One was already dead. The other was barely clinging to life.

 Yus, barely alive, awaited death while watching the robot's movements. His face was stepped on. His head shattered.

 Blood gushed out in large amounts, soaking the robot's feet and the road. His skull broke open, exposing his brain. More officers arrived at the scene and drew their pistols.

 They fired relentlessly. The robot spread both its arms wide. Its head tilted upward as if enjoying falling rain.

 Not a single bullet could penetrate or even lodge in its body. Many crumpled bullets fell to the ground. The officers stood stunned. They were powerless.

 Suddenly, the robot's left arm transformed, and it extended toward the officers. A shot was fired. One officer was flung backward.

 All the officers were shocked as they watched their colleague flung back, killed instantly by a shot from the weapon embedded in the robot's arm.

 Another was shot. His stomach burst open. His intestines spilled onto the road. Another was shot in the head. His head exploded. His shattered brain scattered. His right eyeball was destroyed, while his left eyeball rolled across the road.

 Shot after shot. One officer fell and ran while wetting his pants in fear. His leg was shot and shattered. He collapsed face-first onto the ground, crying and soaked in his own urine.

 His back was shot multiple times. His right arm, raised upward, fell limp to the ground. He was no longer alive. The loudspeakers were turned off. The crowd began to shift their attention. Several women screamed in terror upon seeing something.

 A robot walked forward, holding a man's leg and head by the hair, blood dripping onto the ground, toward the crowd who stood up from their seats in shock and fear.

 Many people ran and fell backward. The representative fled in panic along with others on the stage.

 The robot's right hand released the leg of a body without a torso, throwing it toward the front of the crowd. The leg of the corpse landed on the ground in front of the people.

"Run!!!!!!!!!" shouted one of the men attending the speech event.

 The robot's right arm transformed and fired something solid into the air that fell to the ground. A loud explosion erupted in the middle of the crowd.

 People were flung randomly. Blood splattered. Some bodies were shredded apart. The injured were drenched in others' blood. Shots were fired repeatedly.

 Bombs were launched multiple times into the crowd. Mangled corpses lay scattered everywhere.

 Flesh was visible all around. Men, women, young, and old—all were shot dead. The blue party representative had already escaped in a car driven by his assistant.

 The officers scattered, unwilling to die. It was better to flee than to die pointlessly, wasting time, energy, bullets, and lives attacking the robot.

 The robot chased one of the fleeing officers in terror. Its right arm was raised but fired nothing. It had run out of bombs. Its left arm was then aimed at the officer.

 His leg was shot. The officer collapsed instantly as the bullet pierced his leg. The gun in the robot's left hand was placed against the officer's head. Click, click, click.

 It was out of bullets. The officer's hair was grabbed by the robot's left hand after it reverted to its original hand shape.

 The officer begged to be spared. He struck the robot's hand gripping his hair. The robot pulled and dragged him by the hair to another location.

 Then, it released his hair and propped him against a tree. The robot grabbed the officer's head and slammed it hard against the large, leafy tree.

 It slammed again and again. The officer passed out as his nasal cartilage broke along with his teeth. The robot continued slamming his head against the tree, harder and harder.

 Bang! The robot's head was shot. It was too late. The officer's skull had already shattered inward. The SWAT team was now in position, 20 meters from the robot.

 The SWAT team was equipped with bulletproof vests and various firearms to confront the robot. Their helmets fully covered their faces. Their black armored uniforms were complete.

 A sniper lay prone behind a tree. All SWAT members were in their positions, holding heavy firearms as if preparing for war, with ammunition belts attached to their weapons.

 The robot turned around. It saw SWAT members taking cover behind vehicles, trees, and large rocks.

 The corpse of the officer was stomped repeatedly on the neck. His head was ripped off and thrown toward the large group of SWAT members. A sniper shot was fired. The robot's head jerked. A slight crack appeared on its cheek.

"Fire!" ordered one of the SWAT team members.

 Shots were fired relentlessly. Suddenly, the headless officer's corpse was lifted and used as a shield.

"What?!" Several were shocked and stunned to see the robot using the headless officer's body as a shield.

"Flashbang!" shouted one of the SWAT members.

 A flashbang was thrown, emitting a bright light. A burst of light exploded. All SWAT members were prepared, wearing anti-flashbang goggles. When the light faded, the robot was no longer in front of them.

"Where? Where did the robot go?!" shouted one of the SWAT members.

"Maintain formation!" ordered another SWAT member.

All SWAT members stayed in their respective positions to hold the formation.

"Check the entire area! Vetron! Razer! Hyper! Move and inspect the surroundings! Proton and Neutron, stay here!" commanded the SWAT team leader.

 Three SWAT squads moved to survey the area. The Hyper squad examined the bullet-riddled corpse of the officer. The Razer and Vetron squads walked out, holding their firearms cautiously.

"Where? Where is it?" asked one of the SWAT members from the Hyper squad near the corpse.

 Something fell from a tree. Something crashed onto the SWAT team leader. The robot that had vanished was on top of the tree!

 A SWAT member next to the leader was punched with the robot's full force. The SWAT member was flung far. The leader's head was crushed and destroyed as the robot stomped on it after dropping from the tree.

"Robot!!!!!" screamed a SWAT member standing in front of the robot. Shots were fired relentlessly at close range.

 Bam! A solid punch struck the face of the masked SWAT member. His face shield shattered, and he collapsed to the ground. He lost his life after the powerful punch to his face. Several bullets hit the robot without penetrating its body.

"Fire!!!!!" All SWAT members shot nonstop at the robot.

 Swiftly, the robot grabbed two heavy firearms and returned fire at the SWAT team. Precise shots caused one SWAT member after another to fall dead.

 The robot fired while running past several trees for cover. The Proton and Neutron SWAT squads were wiped out. None remained alive except the Razer, Vetron, and Hyper squads, who continued firing at the robot.

 One firearm was discarded. The robot used only one heavy firearm. It aimed and shot with precision.

 Time passed quickly, and so did the lives of the SWAT members, taken by the fierce, rapid bullets from the robot firing at them. After running out of ammo, it picked up another firearm. The shootout continued until all SWAT members were killed by the robot.

 Many bullets struck the robot. There were small holes in its arm and minor cracks on its body and face, but both of its lens eyes remained fully functional without damage.

 The robot dropped the firearm from its hand and picked up another. After taking the new firearm, it calmly walked away.

 All the workers in the patrol robot control office stood frozen and stunned, staring at their computer screens. They had witnessed the brutal and massive killings through the live feed from the patrol robot's lenses.

 One SWAT member, still alive and hiding under a pile of his comrades' bodies, emerged from his hiding spot and limped quickly toward the large black SWAT van.

"All SWAT members are dead! All are dead! Send help immediately!" said the SWAT member, reporting the situation to the main base via the van's radio communication microphone.

 Patrol robots moved quickly through the city in groups to assist the military in surveying the area and tracking the killer robot.

 The robot responsible for the mass killing had already disappeared. All active lenses in the city moved tirelessly around buildings, searching for any sign of the murderous robot.

 An emergency broadcast on television announced that the entire state of Selangor was under a state of emergency. Selangor residents were asked to stay in their homes to facilitate the search for the killer robot.

 After watching the emergency declaration on TV, people quickly closed their shops, sped off in their cars, and entered their homes, locking doors and windows tightly. The entire population of Selangor was gripped by fear.

"Where was the robot last detected?" asked Aizat to the workers remotely controlling the patrol robots, seated at their computers in the remote patrol robot control office.

"In a dark alley, last detected by patrol robot G30 in City G! The patrol robot was damaged and completely destroyed after encountering the killer robot in a narrow alley," explained one of the men working as a remote patrol robot operator.

"Inform the police immediately; the police will notify the national defense forces. The military will take swift action," said Aizat to Haikal.

"Rahman's here!" shouted Haziq, entering the patrol robot control room.

"Rahman! Rahman? Are you okay???" asked Aizat anxiously to Rahman.

"Alhamdulillah. My family and I are safe. As soon as I saw the killer robot, I told the crowd to run, but they were still in shock. I quickly took my family out of the area, drove them home, and came here," explained Rahman.

"Good. We need Fared, but we can't reach him by phone. I don't know where he is right now," said Hadi.

"Don't worry, sir. The military is taking over to eliminate the killer robot. You can go home first. We're in a state of emergency," said a neatly veiled female police officer to the representative.

"Alright," said the blue party representative, accompanied by his fellow party members at the police station.

"You should head home, sir," the female officer advised.

 However, the blue party representative didn't move and looked at the other members of his political party. The female police officer left the counter at the police station.

Suddenly, the fire emergency alarm of the police station rang nonstop. Several fully equipped police officers, carrying transparent shields, exited the police station through the front door.

"What happened? What happened?" asked the blue political party representative to his colleagues and also to the fully equipped police officers who looked as if they were going to war.

"Saravanan. You take them out through the back route," ordered a fully equipped combat-ready police officer to an Indian police officer who was also fully equipped in combat gear.

"ARGH!" A loud scream was heard from outside the police station. The squad of fully equipped combat-ready police officers had already been defeated by the robot.

The robot sprinted and then crashed through the glass door entrance of the police station. The glass shattered into pieces.

One police officer was rammed by the robot as soon as the glass door was breached. The representative fell to the ground along with his colleagues due to extreme shock.

"Help! Help!" shouted the representative.

Rifle shots were fired. It was shot multiple times, but it had no effect because the robot's body was sturdy and impervious to rifle bullets.

A punch was thrown, but Saravanan managed to dodge it. Without wasting time, Saravanan fired nonstop at the back of the robot's head.

Still, nothing happened. The robot swiftly turned its body and its leg kicked Saravanan with tremendous force. The robot's kick was blocked using the sturdy rifle. The rifle bent after being kicked.

Saravanan was flung out of the police station and tumbled down the steps at the front entrance of the police station. Saravanan got up and aimed his pistol. The robot from earlier had already disappeared.

"Where? Where's the robot? Where?" said Saravanan, his eyes darting around searching for any sign of the robot.

A scream was heard. But Saravanan couldn't tell who was screaming so loudly. Saravanan looked up. The sound grew closer and louder. It turned out the voice was coming from above.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed the representative as he looked down.

Bark! Plob! Krak! His head shattered into pieces, his brain and skull scattered everywhere. The steps in front of the police station entrance were drenched with the blood from the head of the blue party representative.

His arm was also broken. Saravanan was shocked to see the representative die after falling from the topmost floor. He looked up. The robot was looking at Saravanan from below. The robot had witnessed the death of the representative after dropping him.

Then the robot vanished from sight. Saravanan could only observe what was happening in front of him.

Saravanan fell to a seated position. Several defeated police officers stood up, and some helped others by supporting them.

There were no deaths except for the political party representative contesting in the small election, who had been killed by the robot.

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"More news. News, news, news. This robot we built is really dangerous," said Haikal.

"Hey, our robot was modified, man. Our robot wasn't supposed to be bulletproof, and why does its hand have a weapon?! We never had weapons, let alone installed weapons on that robot's hand," said Haziq.

"How about we ask Fared," said Rahman, who was playing a video on the MyTube website.

"No. Fared didn't touch any of the three robots at all. Diana and I were the ones who checked the robots for any internal damage. No changes or upgrades happened before the three robots we built disappeared," said Aizat.

"The problem is, where's Fared? Where did he go?" asked Haikal.

"We're done for later. We'll be investigated by the police. I hope it's a nice policeman who questions me. I don't want my handsome face to lose its charm if a bad cop beats me," said Hadi with a slight laugh.

"Useless, that's what you're worried about now," said Haikal to Hadi. Haziq, Haikal, and Hadi burst into laughter.

"Guys! New news!" said Rahman.

"What is it?" asked Haziq.

"The police station was attacked by the robot! The blue party representative was killed!" said Rahman.

"What?!" They were all shocked upon hearing the news from Rahman.

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"We need large-caliber bullet weapons. Regular bullets can't penetrate that robot. Use powerful explosives if necessary," said Mr. Hill to the military personnel.

"Yes, sir. Our weapons are all for warfare. Not like the police, just for shooting criminals," laughed a senior military officer, mocking him.

"Hey, go back to the police station and file a report," said another senior military officer, laughing at Mr. Hill.

Mr. Hill stayed silent as he was belittled and mocked by the senior military officers and other soldiers. Mr. Hill only looked at them as they laughed at him, not taking the situation seriously.

"Just be patient, Hill. They'll find out soon enough what it's like to handle a terrorist robot problem. We just wait and see what happens not long from now. We'll evaluate them, and after that, we'll issue a warning after many lives from the military are lost trying to stop that terrorist robot," said Khan, handing a cup of milky coffee to Mr. Hill.

"Thanks for calming me down with the milky coffee," said Mr. Hill to Mr. Khan.

"Haha, since when did you learn to joke? You can even crack a joke while you're angry. Someone like you shouldn't be good at joking, let alone making jokes. This is weird. Let's rest and have a drink first," laughed Mr. Khan, then sat beside Mr. Hill on the long sofa.

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Three days had passed, and the state of Selangor was declared under a state of emergency.

All Selangor residents were ordered to stay confined in their homes for safety, to avoid becoming victims of violence, except for the authorities and personnel tasked with tracking the terrorist.

News on television only reported that there was a terrorist in the state of Selangor. No activities entering or leaving Selangor were allowed.

The public was also not informed that the real terrorist was a robot. The true news was kept secret under orders from the National Security Council.

"Nothing here. Let's move forward," said Haikal, who was looking at the computer in the back of the large van.

The computer screen displayed the range of waves emitted using a dish mounted on top of the van.

The emitted waves revealed the locations of patrol robots and trash-cleaning patrol robots. Several live feed recordings from the patrol robots appeared on the computer screen.

One by one, Haikal carefully watched the live feeds. Haziq observed the surroundings while holding the steering wheel of the large white van, which belonged to the company 'Terminal Vector' and had its logo on the vehicle.

Rahman and Hadi were flying remote-controlled drones. Both of them watched the screens on the drone controllers to search for the terrorist robot.

The drones flew into various alleys and gaps between buildings, over rooftops, and around roads. Still, they found nothing.

Not long after, Hadi and Rahman held and brought the controllers and drones back to the car. Hadi and Rahman got into the car together.

"I find it strange. Where could our robot have gone?" said Hadi.

"What's even stranger is that Fared hasn't shown up. It's been three days since I last saw Fared. The attendance record I checked shows Fared came to the company but didn't meet with us," expressed Rahman.

"Are you suspecting Fared? It's impossible that the remote terrorist is Fared. In my opinion, he might be busy and involved in tracking the terrorist robot with the authorities without us knowing," said Hadi.

Suddenly, the communication radio sounded. A man's voice came through the radio's loudspeaker.

"Attention all, attention. We've found the terrorist robot, but it's not the first robot we built. We're currently looking at a firefighting rescue robot," said Haziq through the communication radio.

"They've found the firefighting rescue robot we built!" said Hadi.

Rahman took the communication radio and pressed the microphone button.

"Haziq, what's the status we need to do here?" asked Rahman.

"Continue searching for the terrorist robot," replied Haziq.

"Don't worry. We've also found the initial robot we built. The terrorist robot is already in our sight. The robot is looking and walking toward us," said Rahman.

"What?!" Haziq was shocked.

"Hadi, reverse the car quickly!" ordered Rahman.

The gearshift was pushed to reverse. Hadi quickly pressed the gas pedal, and the car reversed rapidly. Hadi and Rahman were terrified, fearing they'd become victims of the terrorist robot's killing.

The robot extended its left hand, emitting a flash of light and producing a loud gunshot sound. Bullet casings ejected from the robot's arm.

The shot missed but hit the front right tire of the car. Another shot was fired. A second casing ejected from the robot's arm. The left tire of the car burst after being shot by the robot. The robot walked slowly toward them.

"We're done for, Rahman," said Hadi in fear.

"Send my love to my wife, Hadi. If you survive," replied Rahman to Hadi.

"We're both going to die! Not just you!" shouted Hadi.

The robot extended both its hands. Its right hand transformed into a bomb-launching weapon. The robot aimed it at the car occupied by Rahman and Hadi.

BAM!

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"Move! Move! Move!" ordered a burly soldier dressed in full grey camouflage with black spots.

Two trucks carrying passengers, who were military personnel, moved toward their respective destinations. All the soldiers sitting in the troop carrier sat calmly with their combat gear.

Firearms were held firmly while they rested temporarily, not yet having arrived at the destination they were heading to in the military trucks.

"Status?!" asked Mr. Hill through the communication radio to the robot terrorist tracking group consisting of Haziq, Haikal, Rahman, and Hadi.

"We, Tracking Group A, are observing the civil defense and rescue robot unit. The robot is damaging an ATM machine. There are two sacks next to its left side. One sack is already filled with money, while the other hasn't been filled yet. Four ATM machines have already been damaged by that robot," said Haziq, who was sitting and leaning back in the driver's seat of the van.

"Give me the coordinates. I'll pass the coordinates to the military," replied Mr. Hill to Haziq.

"Alright," responded Haziq.

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BANG! Rahman and Hadi were shot at by the first robot they had built together with their friends. The robot they had built with exhaustion, sincerity, and dedication had gone to waste. The robot betrayed and rebelled against its own masters, but the shot missed.

CRASH! The robot was hit by a rusty white Toyota Corolla car. The car was driven at high speed by someone, crashing into the robot.

The robot was dragged along with the car and smashed into a small eatery. Suddenly, the eatery exploded instantly.

Various items and debris scattered and flew due to the extremely powerful explosion from the eatery. It's likely that a cooking gas cylinder exploded due to the strong collision and impact on the eatery caused by the dangerous driving of the car.

"Rahman! Hadi! Get out of the van! We need to run!" shouted Fared, running toward the white van owned by 'Terminal Vector' company, which had both front tires burst.

Fared opened the driver's side door of the van. Rahman and Hadi stood up from ducking. Rahman and Hadi were shocked to see Fared, who, after three days of not showing up, appeared while his friends were busy dealing with this major case that involved them all, even though they were not at fault for building the terrorist robot.

"Fared?!" said Rahman and Hadi simultaneously and loudly.

"Get out, man! Hurry!" said Fared loudly to Rahman and Hadi.

Rahman got out, followed by Hadi. Fared pulled out and took the communication radio from the white van.

"Fared?! What are you doing? Run! Run, Fared! Run!" shouted Rahman from a distance to Fared.

Fared closed the door of the white van. Bam! Bam! Bam! The robot fired shots at Fared. Fortunately, Fared managed to block the shots using the van door that had just been closed.

"Fared!!!" shouted Rahman.

"Don't worry about me, you two! Now run! Run fast! Run! I can handle this alone," replied Fared with a shout.

Shots were fired repeatedly. Tam! Tam! Tam! The white van door that Fared was using to shield himself behind was torn off the van due to precise shots from the robot.

Fared fell with the van door because it was too heavy. Fared lay on the ground next to the van door.

"Fared!!!!!" shouted Hadi.

"Fared..." said Rahman, terrified as he watched Fared facing death.

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 Rahman froze. He was stunned because he couldn't do anything. Now Fared was truly standing in front of his own robot.

 The first robot he had built together with his friends. Fared smiled as he recalled the past when he built that robot with his friends. He closed both his eyes tightly, as if accepting his fate if his time had come.

 BAM! BAM! BAM! Shots hit the tar road. The robot was brought down by another robot. A robot with a shiny silver color.

 Fared's personal assistant robot knocked down the other robot using a taekwondo technique.

 Fared ran toward Rahman and Hadi, who were hiding behind a nearby truck.

"Fared! Fared! Alhamdulillah, you're safe! Whose robot is that?!" asked Rahman in amazement.

"Oh God, Fared. I thought that was your end just now! You still have a long life ahead!" said Hadi, shocked and frightened.

"Whatever it is, you two run first. That's my first robot, built before we made the one together, and it saved me. I need to deal with my robot first," said Fared.

"We won't run away," said Rahman.

"You don't want to run? Don't you feel sorry for your wife and kids? We'd better run! We have nothing to help with!" said Hadi to Rahman.

"I have something," replied Rahman.

"What?" asked Hadi to Rahman.

"Fared, give me the communication radio," requested Rahman from Fared.

"I think I understand what you're trying to do. Pass the information to the military and police?" asked Hadi.

"We'll hide on the building next to us. You record the situation we're in right now using your smartphone. Record the robots, not us. I'll share the location with the police. Fared will handle his robot without us interfering," explained Rahman to Hadi.

"Alright," replied Hadi.

"Fared, you be careful, okay," advised Rahman to Fared.

"Okay, I'll try to be as careful as possible. You two go up."

 Hadi and Rahman nodded and then entered the building next to them. Hadi and Rahman took the elevator to reach the top floor.

 Once at the top, Hadi started recording while Rahman reported the current situation and provided the location via Web Maps to the military through Mr. Hill using the Khabarapp application on his smartphone.

 Fared watched his shiny robot while hiding behind a truck, locking the movements and body of his orange terrorist robot using self-defense techniques, silat. Rahman and Hadi were shocked to see the actions of Fared's robot.

 Suddenly, the orange robot's arms moved in a way unlike a human's, which has limited arm movement.

 It easily rotated both its arms and broke free from the silat technique's movement lock by moving its arms beyond 180 degrees.

 A solid kick was delivered to the orange robot that had locked its movements.

"Aish, I forgot. The robot I built with my friends is more flexible than the one I built myself," said Fared to himself.

 The orange robot fired a shot, but it was successfully dodged by the shiny silver robot. A solid punch was delivered to the orange robot.

 The punch only hit the chest of the robot. A strong kick was launched by the orange robot at the body of the silver robot. The silver robot fell backward.

 Another shot was fired. The silver robot rolled to avoid being hit. The orange robot kept firing bombs. An explosion occurred in front of the orange robot.

 The silver robot was no longer in front of it. The orange robot shifted its gaze to Rahman and Hadi, who were on the third-floor rooftop.

"Oh no, it saw us. Where's Fared's robot??" said Hadi.

"There it is," replied Rahman.

 Something emerged quickly from the remaining smoke caused by the bomb explosion fired by the orange robot. A solid kick was delivered to the side of the orange robot's body.

 The orange robot's waist was solidly kicked by the silver robot, which was Fared's personal assistant robot that he had built himself.

 The orange robot fell but got back up and returned the silver robot's kick with a solid kick of its own. The silver robot stepped back slightly after being kicked.

 The orange robot's left hand transformed. It aimed its hand at the silver robot and fired relentlessly without stopping.

 With incredible speed, Fared's silver robot brought its hands together and defended itself like a boxer protecting his face from punches, but what it was blocking were bullets fired fiercely and relentlessly.

 The silver robot shielded itself by adopting a defensive boxing stance. Its body was hit by many bullets.

 Some bullets ricocheted because they couldn't penetrate the silver robot. Some bullets left holes in its body even though they didn't get lodged in it.

 The silver robot's shoulder shattered from the nonstop gunfire. It kept retreating due to the strong impact of the bullets from the orange robot.

 The orange robot's right hand then transformed and fired a bomb. A powerful explosion occurred when the silver robot was hit by the bomb fired by the orange robot.

 The silver robot was flung far and rolled. Its left hand was completely shattered. Its left hand broke into fragments, with components scattered across the road in the middle of the city after being hit by the bomb with an extremely powerful explosion.

 The orange robot continued firing relentlessly at the silver robot. The silver robot twitched. Its body jerked with each shot.

 The silver robot's body began to develop holes and numerous cracks as it was shot repeatedly. The orange robot fired a bomb using its right hand. An extremely powerful explosion occurred.

"Noooooooooo!!!!!" shouted Hadi.

"Oh God, what are we going to do? Fared's robot, our hope, has been destroyed."

 A strong wind blew through the area. The smoke drifted with the wind after being blown hard. The silver robot was still alive! Still functioning, though kneeling on the ground.

 Its left hand held a metal road cover, used to seal the underground utility tunnel stairs, as a shield protecting itself from the orange robot's bomb shots.

"What?!" asked Hadi in great shock.

"Amazing! Impressive, but will Fared's robot succeed?" Rahman asked himself.

 With full energy, strength, and speed, the metal cover for the underground utility tunnel stairs was thrown. The orange robot skillfully transformed its hand and managed to catch the metal cover before it hit its face.

 It wasn't over yet. The silver robot leaped high into the air and extended its leg, diving toward the orange robot. A precise and solid kick landed on the metal cover held by the orange robot in front of its face.

 The orange robot's face cracked when it was struck by the flying cover kicked with tremendous force by the silver robot.

 Both lenses, which were the orange robot's eyes, cracked and then shattered. Its vision blurred, and the colors in its sight changed.

 Without wasting time, the silver robot swiftly dashed its right fist, landing it on the orange robot's face. The cracks on the orange robot's face grew larger.

 Instantly, both of the orange robot's hands transformed and fired in all directions. Its shots were fired randomly. The silver robot quickly moved behind the orange robot. The orange robot kept firing randomly.

 The silver robot lowered its body and swung its leg, managing to kick the orange robot's legs. The orange robot fell face-down onto the ground. With maximum speed, the silver robot stomped hard. The tar road cracked.

 The orange robot managed to avoid having its head stomped by the silver robot by rolling away to distance itself from the silver robot's deadly attack.

 The orange robot extended both its hands and kept firing nonstop, but the shots missed because the silver robot was already in the air.

 The silver robot descended from the air, and a precise kick landed on the already cracked face of the orange robot.

 The orange robot's face shattered, exposing the inner parts of its head. The orange robot fell, lying on the road. Crack!

 The silver robot precisely stomped on the orange robot's completely damaged face. The components inside the orange robot's head instantly broke and shattered when stomped with tremendous force by Fared's silver robot.

"Fared's robot did it!" shouted Rahman.

"YEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!! We're safe!!!!!!!!!" shouted Hadi as loud as he could, relieved that there was no longer a threat to their lives.

 Fared took a deep breath and exhaled in relief. The orange terrorist robot was now damaged and could no longer move.

 Fared sat down and leaned against a red fire emergency pipe. Rahman and Hadi also sat, leaning against the edge of the rooftop of the building they were on. They both exhaled in relief too.

"Did you get it all recorded?" asked Rahman to Hadi.

"I got it! Amazing, Rahman. Amazing. Everyone will be impressed by the greatness of the robot Fared built, but who modified Fared's orange robot?" asked Hadi to Rahman.

"Let's try asking Fared in a bit. Fared might know how to find out who's behind the tampering of the robots we built," said Rahman to Hadi.

"It looks like we need to collect and carry that robot back. We need to do repair work for the investigation and make it easier for Fared to identify the cause of everything that happened due to the behavior and violence of our robots that went out of control," expressed Hadi.

 Hadi and Rahman descended the building via the stairs and met Fared, who was resting, leaning against a truck tire. Hadi and Rahman knelt beside Fared and checked his body for any injuries. Fared said he was fine.

"Status! Status!" a voice came from the communication radio.

"The orange terrorist robot is dead! It can't move anymore," reported Rahman through the communication radio.

"How did it die? Never mind. Now the second robot is wreaking havoc!" explained Mr. Hill.

"Fared, we have to fight the second robot too, but our robot is already damaged," said Rahman to Fared.

"That robot is mine," said Fared.

"I know how to track the criminal!" said Hadi with inspiration, as if a light bulb had lit up.

"How?" asked Rahman as he turned and looked at Hadi.

"Let me take the GPS component or the remote control wave component. I'll try accessing it using the computer in the van," said Hadi.

"Good, thank you. Rahman, help me repair my silver robot. We'll transfer the intact parts of the orange robot's body to the silver robot. We have to stop the second robot immediately," said Fared.

"Okay!" responded Hadi and Rahman.

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"Run, run! If you want to record, we'll record from the top of a building! It's safer if we're not chased by that terrorist robot!" said Haikal to Haziq.

"Okay, okay," replied Haziq, who was still recording even while climbing the stairs of a building near the scene of the violence caused by the civil defense rescue robot.

 Five soldiers fired relentlessly at the robot with a firefighter pattern. The robot simply walked slowly toward the five of them. Behind the firefighter robot, many people lay dead on the ground.

 Some had lost hands, some had lost legs, and some had lost heads. Blood pooled everywhere. Bullet casings were scattered. The military truck was drenched in blood. The military truck's windshield was shattered.

 There were several heads separated from bodies inside the car, on the car's roof, and some on the ground. Civilian cars also had blood on their windshields and sides.

 The bullets didn't even scratch the robot's body. The bullets ricocheted far away.

 The robot picked up a pistol lying on the tar road. It grabbed the pistol and pulled back the slide. The pistol was aimed at one of the soldiers.

 Shots were fired. One by one, they were fired. The bullets pierced the forehead of each of the five soldiers. They fell to the ground simultaneously as their foreheads were pierced after being shot.

 Firefighter-patterned robot continued walking toward an ATM machine. It took three sacks and lifted them. The firefighter robot then walked slowly out of the bank.

"Who do you think you are?!" shouted Mr. Hill while holding a rifle.

 The barrel was pulled back, and the trigger was pulled after aiming the rifle at the robot. Bam! Bam! Bam! The smoke was blown away by the wind.

 The firefighter robot wasn't damaged at all. Mr. Hill stood unsteadily. He walked with a limp. Mr. Hill's head was bleeding slightly, the blood already dried.

"Get down!!!" shouted Mr. Saravanan.

 Mr. Hill went prone on the ground with his feet facing the firefighter robot. A small rocket came and struck the robot, then exploded loudly.

 The firefighter robot was flung far. Mr. Hill remained prone, shielding his head with both hands.

 The firefighter robot lay on the ground. Saravanan smiled broadly, seeing the robot destroyed. The explosion smoke began to clear.

 The firefighter robot only suffered damage to its thick iron body layer. Its shoulder also had a few layers shattered.

 The firefighter robot got up from lying on the ground. Mr. Hill fired his rifle. The trigger was pulled, then the barrel was pulled back.

 Mr. Hill repeatedly pulled the trigger and the barrel until he ran out of bullets. Nothing happened to the firefighter robot. The robot shifted its gaze from Mr. Hill to Saravanan.

"Saravanan!!! Run!!!" shouted Mr. Hill to Mr. Saravanan.

 Saravanan still stood there. He took bullets and loaded them into the soldier's RPG. He lifted the RPG and aimed it at the robot.

"Saravanan!!! This is an order! Retreat!!! The RPG isn't effective!" shouted Mr. Hill to Mr. Saravanan.

 The robot walked slowly toward Saravanan. Mr. Hill ran with a limp toward the robot and pushed the firefighter robot with all his might.

"Saravanan, run!!! You'll die if you keep this up!!!" shouted Mr. Hill, warning Mr. Saravanan.

"Let me die!!! Let me die defending the country!!!" shouted Saravanan in reply.

"STUPID!!! You're still young to die!!!" replied Mr. Hill.

 Mr. Hill hugged and pushed the robot with all his strength, but the firefighter-patterned robot didn't budge at all. The robot lifted Mr. Hill.

 Mr. Hill was utterly shocked. The robot then threw Mr. Hill as far as it could. Mr. Hill was thrown and crashed into the windshield of a car.

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 Instantly, the car's front windshield cracked due to Mr. Hill being thrown forcefully onto it. Mr. Hill tried to get up but fell, rolling off the car.

 Mr. Hill couldn't stand because his entire body had lost a great deal of energy and strength. Mr. Hill looked toward Mr. Saravanan.

 The trigger was pulled. Fire shot out from the rocket's tip. The rocket flew swiftly toward the firefighter-patterned robot. An extremely loud explosion occurred as soon as the rocket struck the firefighter rescue robot.

"Success!" cheered Saravanan with a very joyful face.

 A shot was fired. The shot hit between Saravanan's shoulder and neck. Blood splattered. Blood spurted out along with the bullet that pierced through between Saravanan's shoulder and neck. Saravanan collapsed and fell, lying on the ground.

"Saravanan!!!!!!!" shouted Mr. Hill, then quickly got up from lying prone on the ground.

 Mr. Hill forced himself to stand and ran, even though it strained his nerves. Swiftly and forcefully, Mr. Hill rammed into the robot's shoulder.

 Hard and harder, Mr. Hill crashed into the robot. The robot punched Mr. Hill's abdomen hard. Then it kicked his abdomen with immense force.

 Mr. Hill was flung and rolled across the road. Mr. Hill tried to get up but could only lift his head to look at the robot. The robot was still walking slowly toward Saravanan, who had fainted after being shot by the robot.

"Take this!!!!!!!!!!!!" The roar of an extremely loud engine grew louder and closer.

 Mr. Hill turned toward the sound of the roaring engine. An extremely old Proton Wira car, driven at high speed, rammed into the firefighter-patterned robot, which had dents and holes in its body made of various layers of iron.

 The robot was rammed until it crashed into the front of a nearby building. BAM! A loud sound of destruction and impact occurred. The front of the building was destroyed. Someone stepped out of the car.

"What?! Another robot?!" Haziq and Haikal, watching from a distance on the second floor of a nearby building, were shocked by the scene of the firefighter robot's violence.

 Mr. Hill got up and leaned against the front of the car that had become his landing spot after being thrown by the firefighter robot.

 Mr. Hill looked toward the Proton Wira car that had crashed into the building. A robot with a silver body and both hands colored orange walked out of the car, looking at Mr. Hill.

 The silver robot with orange hands walked slowly toward Mr. Hill. The firefighter robot rushed out of the building it had crashed into, heading toward the silver robot.

 Its hand transformed into a firearm and fired at the silver robot. Explosive bullets were shot and detonated the silver robot. The silver robot fell forward and lay prone in front of Mr. Hill.

 The firefighter robot kept firing relentlessly at the silver robot with its firearm. The silver robot continued to shield Mr. Hill by spreading both its hands to prevent Mr. Hill from being shot. Mr. Hill was shocked to see the silver robot protecting him.

 An explosive bullet was fired. The silver robot quickly ran toward the explosive bullet, caught it neatly and carefully, and threw it back at the firefighter robot with incredible speed.

 Boom! The firefighter robot exploded, but it had no effect whatsoever.

 Swiftly, the silver robot punched the firefighter robot multiple times. Fast and solid punches were delivered repeatedly. The firefighter robot aimed its hand at the silver robot and fired continuously.

The silver robot shielded its face from being shot by using both its hands.

"Fared! Why not just use the weapon in the new hands of the silver robot?" asked Rahman to Fared, who was inside the car watching the fight between the silver robot and the firefighter robot.

"Hmm, actually, the silver robot doesn't have programming or data about the hands having weapons in them. That's why I can't give instructions to the silver robot to transform its hands into weapons," explained Fared.

"Oh, I forgot about that," sighed Rahman to himself.

 The silver robot punched the firefighter robot multiple times, but the firefighter robot didn't budge at all. The firefighter robot kept punching directly at the silver robot's face.

 It punched and punched again and again. The silver robot retaliated with stronger and more solid punches. The firefighter robot delivered a powerful kick to the silver robot. The silver robot fell backward.

"Hey!!! Robot!!!" shouted Mr. Hill.

 The firefighter robot looked at Mr. Hill. Mr. Hill aimed an RPG at the firefighter robot. A shot was fired. The RPG bullet sped toward the firefighter robot.

 With precision, the firefighter robot caught the RPG bullet. Mr. Hill was shocked to see the firefighter robot's capability. Mr. Hill didn't give up.

 He pulled out a pistol and fired at the firefighter robot nonstop. The pistol bullets couldn't damage the firefighter robot even slightly. One bullet hit the RPG bullet's muzzle. Boom! It exploded!

 The firefighter robot rolled across the ground. Swiftly, the silver robot sprinted toward the firefighter robot. The firefighter robot got up from lying on the tar road and fired a bomb at the silver robot.

 The silver robot was shot repeatedly without stopping. The silver robot was flung far after it could no longer withstand the bomb shots from the firefighter robot.

 The silver robot's body began to crack and then shatter.

 Swiftly, the firefighter robot stabbed the silver robot with its own hand and pulled out one of the components from the silver robot's body.

"Fared!!!" shouted Rahman.

"It's over. Our hope is gone," said Haikal.

"We're done for," said Haziq.

 The silver robot's component was yanked out forcefully. The silver robot jolted and then knelt. The silver robot then fell prone on the ground. The silver robot could no longer function.

"What do we do, Fared? Your robot is damaged," said Rahman in fear.

"I'll stop that robot myself!" said Fared bravely and without hesitation.

 Fared immediately opened the car door and then opened the car's trunk. Rahman got out of the car and spoke to Fared.

"Fared! Are you crazy to attack blindly with empty hands?!" scolded Rahman at Fared.

"I'm smart. Smarter than you," said Fared confidently.

"What?" asked Rahman to Fared, full of astonishment.

"Rahman. Help me," said Fared, asking Rahman for help.

"Huh?" Rahman was puzzled.

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"Aizat! The live TV broadcast is also showing the fight between the two robots!" said Diana to Aizat in the patrol robot control room.

"Split the screen display," ordered Aizat to the patrol robot control management team.

 The large screen on the control room wall split into two. The left side showed the live footage from the television camera.

 The right side showed footage also recorded live from a patrol robot's camera. The entire Malaysian population was watching the live television broadcast.

 The entire Malaysian population felt sad seeing the silver robot, which had been humanity's hope and savior to stop the cruelty and violence, destroyed and killed by the firefighter-patterned robot.

"What's going to happen? Isn't the military going to send tanks, helicopters, and fighter jets? Are they just going to send soldiers to die in vain, killed by that terrorist robot? What is the national defense ministry doing???" asked an old man watching with young people in a messy and dirty flat.

"Sis, it's dangerous for us to record up close," warned the male cameraman to the female reporter.

"It's fine, just go record a little closer. You go record behind the car in front of the car we're hiding behind," said the Chinese female reporter.

 The television cameraman crawled slowly and carefully behind the car in front to avoid becoming a victim of the firefighter robot's violence.

 The footage became clearer. Mr. Hill grabbed an AK-37 assault rifle and fired at the firefighter robot nonstop. It still had no effect on the firefighter robot, even though it had been shot with an RPG three times.

 The firefighter robot walked proudly and slowly toward Mr. Hill. The television camera recording live focused on Mr. Hill.

"The Last Man Standing," said the live television cameraman to himself.

 A red robot ran swiftly toward the firefighter robot without the firefighter robot or the live television cameraman noticing. Step by step, its speed increased.

 Its right hand was pulled back. Ready. All its strength and energy were gathered and focused on the fist of the red robot's right hand.

"Jan, jan, jan!!! Record that red robot! The red robot is coming! A new robot has appeared!!!" said the reporter to the live television cameraman.

 The male cameraman hurriedly recorded the red robot running at high speed. On its final step, a precise and powerful punch slammed into the right cheek of the firefighter robot.

 The firefighter robot shifted slightly and fell, lying on the ground. The red robot immediately pounced on the firefighter robot, which was lying on its right side.

 Instantly, the firefighter robot's right leg kicked the red robot's abdomen. The red robot stepped back. Shots were fired relentlessly.

 The red robot quickly moved to the left to avoid being shot. The red robot charged at the firefighter robot. The red robot rammed the firefighter robot hard and pushed it to make it fall to the ground.

 The firefighter robot fell, lying on the ground after being rammed by the red robot. The red robot grabbed the firefighter robot's left hand and twisted its body counterclockwise.

 The red robot tried to twist the firefighter robot's left hand to break it off. At the same time, the firefighter robot's left hand was pulled as hard as possible while twisting it counterclockwise with full strength.

 The firefighter robot raised its right hand and fired at the red robot from an extremely close range.

 The right side of the red robot's waist was shot. The color disappeared from the area that was hit, and a small tear appeared in the iron layer on the right side of the red robot's waist.

 The red robot fell, lying on its left side on the ground. Shots were fired nonstop. The red robot was hit with several bullets and rolled far from the firefighter robot despite being shot. The firefighter robot got up from lying down and fired explosive bomb shots at the red robot.

 The red robot crossed both its arms to protect itself from being blown up by the explosive bullets. BOOM! The red robot's arms exploded.

 Small tears appeared on both arms of the red robot, and the red color faded, leaving the original iron color. Swiftly, the red robot punched the firefighter robot's face precisely and solidly with its right hand.

 The red robot's left hand quickly delivered a hook punch, striking the firefighter robot's chin. The firefighter robot's head tilted.

 As fast as lightning, a right-hand punch landed on the firefighter robot's face with immense force. The firefighter robot stepped back a few paces, temporarily unstable after being punched by the red robot.

 The red robot delivered a barrage of punches as hard and as many times as it could to the firefighter robot's body. The front of the firefighter robot's body became dented.

 The red robot straightened all five fingers and lunged to stab the firefighter robot's body.

 It clenched its fist. Its right hand was firmly caught by the firefighter robot's right hand. The firefighter robot's left hand transformed into a firearm.

 The red robot jumped and elbowed the firefighter robot's head from above with force after leaping. Upon landing, the red robot pushed and grabbed the firefighter robot's left hand upward.

 The firefighter robot released its right hand and punched the right side of the red robot's body. The right side of the red robot's body cracked and then shattered. Another punch followed.

 Crack! The sound of something breaking was heard. The red robot nearly fell to its knees on the ground.

 The firefighter robot lifted the red robot and slammed it onto the ground. Immediately, the firefighter robot crouched and sat on top of the red robot's body.

 Both of the firefighter robot's hands punched the red robot's face relentlessly and without the slightest mercy. The red robot tried to fight back but failed.

 The firefighter robot was too heavy and kept punching the red robot's face, making it hard for the red robot to focus and gather its physical strength.

 The red robot shielded its head with both hands, blocking the firefighter robot's punches from destroying its face.

"What's happening? The red robot can't fight back anymore?" asked Haikal, who was recording the intense fight between the two robots.

 The firefighter robot kept punching the red robot mercilessly. Over and over, the red robot was punched without stopping.

 The red robot didn't give up. It still protected its head from the firefighter robot's punches, which seemed intent on destroying the red robot's head.

"Hey!!! Robot!!! You're distracted!!!" shouted Mr. Hill.

 The firefighter robot turned its face backward. An RPG bullet was already in front of it.

 Boom! It exploded! The firefighter-patterned robot lurched forward and rolled after its back was hit by the RPG bullet. The red robot quickly got up.

 So did the firefighter robot, which stood up without wasting time. The firefighter robot transformed its hand and fired.

 Its right hand had run out of bombs. The red robot placed its right palm on the right side of its right thigh. The right thigh of the red robot opened as if releasing something.

 The red robot's right hand took something and pulled it out from its right thigh. The red robot's right hand held an UZI pistol.

 A mini machine gun. The red robot pulled the trigger and fired at the firefighter robot relentlessly. The firefighter robot didn't have time to dodge.

 Its body took the pistol shots from the red robot. The firefighter robot's body became riddled with holes because the iron layer on its body had thinned from being shot by RPGs multiple times earlier.

 The firefighter robot's body was full of holes, showing the impact of the shots. The firefighter robot transformed its right hand and fired. Nothing happened. Its left hand then transformed and fired at the red robot.

 Both robots exchanged gunfire face-to-face. The firefighter robot shot at the red robot's body, and the red robot shot at the firefighter robot's body without stopping.

 The firefighter robot stepped closer to the red robot with a few strides. The red robot kept firing, and so did the firefighter robot. The fight between the red robot and the firefighter robot was incredibly intense.

 The entire Malaysian population cheered in support of the red robot, which kept firing at the firefighter robot without stopping.

 Every television station broadcasted the live intense fight between the red robot and the firefighter robot. The firefighter robot's left hand ran out of bullets.

 The red robot's UZI pistol also ran out of ammo, but the red robot took something and pulled it out from its right thigh. The bullet clip was discarded and replaced with a new, fully loaded clip on the UZI pistol.

 The red robot resumed firing precisely at the firefighter robot's stomach. The firefighter robot began showing signs of severe internal damage. The firefighter robot started twitching like a worm in heat.

 Both of its hands transformed from weapons back to normal hands. The firefighter robot turned around and spun its body to flee.

"That robot wants to run!!!" shouted Haziq next to Haikal.

"It's not that easy for you to escape me!!!" shouted Mr. Hill after carrying Saravanan, who had fainted from being shot by the firefighter robot, to a spot far from the extremely dangerous fight between the two robots.

 Mr. Hill lifted a grenade launcher and fired at the firefighter robot. The shot missed but hit the tar road in front of the firefighter robot.

 The firefighter robot's vision blurred, and due to the grenade explosion, it fell backward. Swiftly, the firefighter robot got up, but Mr. Hill fired again with the grenade launcher.

 The firefighter robot was flung several meters. Once again, the firefighter robot stood up, but the red robot appeared in front of it like lightning and kicked the firefighter robot's head with speed and force, as if kicking a soccer ball for a penalty.

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 The firefighter robot fell again and rolled. It quickly got up. Time couldn't be wasted. The red robot immediately punched and plunged its right hand into the firefighter robot's stomach.

 The red robot's left hand also punched, and its left fist sank into the firefighter robot's body. The firefighter robot was like an egg on the edge of a horn.

 Both of the firefighter robot's hands grabbed the red robot's hands, which were inside its body, and gripped them tightly.

 Crack!!! Both of the red robot's hands were crushed and torn apart. Several components of the red robot's hands shattered and fell piece by piece. The inner parts of the red robot's hands were exposed. There was a human hand inside the red robot's iron hands.

 Without wasting even a second, the firefighter robot immediately gripped the red robot's head tightly.

 Both the red robot and the firefighter robot struggled, exerting their remaining strength. The right side of the red robot's face began to crack, and the firefighter robot's right hand tightened its grip even more.

 The fingers of the firefighter robot's right hand sank into the red robot's face and then tore it apart. Part of the face of a man inside the red robot was exposed.

 Crack! Crack! Krak! GRAKKK!!!!!! The firefighter robot's body was torn into two parts. The red robot had ripped the firefighter robot's body apart.

 The upper waist section of the firefighter robot fell onto the road, while the lower section of its body fell to its knees and then lay prone.

 The firefighter robot lost power and shut down on its own because its electrical power supply was severed after its body was torn into two parts—the upper body and the lower body. The firefighter robot no longer moved. Its operating system stopped after the power source was cut off.

 The Malaysian public fell silent. They were stunned watching the live broadcast. Suddenly, a young man clapped his hands. Tears streamed from both his eyes.

 The clapping was followed one by one, and then everyone cheered joyfully. Both terrorist robots had been destroyed.

 The two robots, whose owners were unknown, were hailed as heroes for having destroyed both terrorist robots.

 The Chinese female reporter and a male cameraman emerged from their hiding spot and recorded the red robot, which was sitting on the ground like an exhausted person, up close.

 The Chinese female reporter and the male cameraman bravely approached the red robot, recording it from a very close distance.

 The red robot noticed that people were filming it. The red robot stood up from sitting on the ground, covered the broken part of its face that revealed the real face of the person inside with its left hand, and then sprinted past the two media personnel from the television news company.

"Ahhh!!!! Chase! Chase!!! Chase that hero robot!!!!!" ordered the Chinese female reporter to the male cameraman.

 The cameraman hurriedly chased after the red robot to record it, but the camera was too heavy to carry while running, and the red robot ran so fast that it left them behind and disappeared from the camera's view.

 The Chinese female reporter ran forward in front of the camera, searching in every direction to see where the red robot had fled.

"The red robot is human. Its hand clearly showed human skin, even though there's still some robot iron remaining wrapped around it. Its face also revealed that the red robot isn't an inanimate object or something programmed," said the Chinese female reporter to herself in front of the camera.

"It's very clear that the red iron isn't a robot but a modern or advanced suit shaped like a robot that serves as someone's armor! There's a person inside the red robot as its suit!" The male cameraman, equally excited and shocked, spoke while recording the live broadcast.

 The entire Malaysian population was shocked watching the live news broadcast revealing this extremely clear information. It wasn't actually a robot. It was a person inside a robot!

 The song *Jahil* by Zerophobia played from Rahman's phone. Rahman's smartphone received a call from Fared. Rahman quickly slid his thumb upward on the screen and answered Fared's call.

"Rahman. Pick me up immediately," instructed Fared to Rahman.

"Wow, who do you think you are? I'm not your personal driver, you know? You don't even pay me," said Rahman firmly.

"Don't joke around! Hurry up and pick me up, man!!!" Fared snapped.

"Bahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!! Okay, okay. I'm just kidding. Alright, where do I need to pick you up?" Rahman laughed and then asked Fared.

"Just follow the location I've already sent you through the communication app," explained Fared.

"Be patient, okay. I'm about to head toward you," replied Rahman.

 Rahman released the handbrake. He pressed the foot brake. The car's gearshift was moved from N to D. Rahman's car started moving and left the parking area.

 Rahman drove the car, following the GPS directions on his smartphone. After a few minutes, Rahman drove his car into a narrow alley between two large buildings on the left and right of the car.

 A red figure approached closer and closer with each passing moment. The red figure came toward Rahman's car, which was parked in the narrow alley between the two buildings.

 The red figure was the red robot. The red robot revealed its torn iron hand, exposing human skin. The red robot's hand was forcefully removed because the armored hand was already severely damaged.

 The red robot's head was taken off. Fared. Fared removed the red robot's head armor. Rahman opened the left door next to the driver's seat. Fared took an iron bag that was on the passenger seat next to the driver's seat.

"Rahman, help me take all this off," requested Fared.

"Okay," replied Rahman.

 Fared sat with his legs stretched out on the ground and meticulously removed the red leg armor with a screwdriver. Rahman did the same. He carefully removed the back body armor of Fared with a screwdriver.

 Both of them removed the red armor with diligence and care. While Rahman was removing Fared's advanced armor, Fared said something to Rahman.

"Rahman," called Fared.

"Huh? What's up?" asked Rahman, who was busy removing Fared's red advanced armor piece by piece.

"Keep this red armor I built myself a secret. Only you and I know about it," instructed Fared.

"Alright. I'm fine with that," smiled Rahman.

Fared nodded as a sign of understanding.

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"Oh, Fared. Please come in," invited Mrs. Hayani to Fared to enter her house.

"Fared!" called Han, saying Fared's name.

"Yes, what is it?" asked Fared. This was surely about the terrorist robots.

"I want to watch the video of the robots fighting!" requested Han to Fared. Han showed the front page of the *Khabar Harian* newspaper, featuring a red robot fighting a firefighter-patterned robot.

"Haha, later I'll download it from any website that has it. After we study a new topic, I'll help find it, and we'll watch it together," said Fared.

"Okay," obeyed Han.

 Han got up from the sofa and placed the newspaper on the TV table. Han quickly sat at the dining table chair and opened his textbook and reference book.

 Fared took out an exercise book and placed a pack of A4 paper down. Three sheets of A4 paper were handed to Han. Han took the papers.

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 Two weeks later, various repair works were carried out, such as road repairs, fixing severely damaged buildings, and cleaning efforts.

 Places with dried blood scattered everywhere had been cleaned. A man dressed in blue and wearing a vest with reflective stickers was washing the floor using a large, advanced cleaning machine.

 The type of bleach and soap was automatically switched. Water was sprayed along with bleach and soap liquid. The water washed away and carried the blood into the drainage holes.

 In a secret and unknown location, Fared opened an automatic iron door monitored and secured by a closed-circuit camera using a scanning card on the lock-opening scanner for the automatic iron security door.

"Rahman. How's it going? Have you fixed it?" asked Fared to Rahman as soon as Fared entered the secret room through the advanced automatic iron security door.

"It's fixed. I've built three new red suits, and you can use them right away without any issues. If one gets damaged, you can replace it or just use a new one," explained Rahman.

"Alhamdulillah, thank you. I want to take one red suit because I want to do some experiments and improvements."

"Alright. You're welcome. The nuclear handling robot still hasn't been found. Indeed, we should prepare an umbrella before it rains," said Rahman.

"Yes, that's true," replied Fared, agreeing with what Rahman said.

 Fared and Rahman looked at the parts of the full-body advanced red suit armor, disassembled and not yet assembled, neatly arranged on the table according to the blueprint layout.

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"Mr. Fared! Mr. Fared!" called a Malay reporter dressed in eye-catching clothes to interview Fared for a news company.

 Many reporters crowded and surrounded Fared to get a statement about the tragic mass murder tragedy committed by two of Fared's own robots in front of a tall and large building while walking into it.

 Fared entered the building, protected by security guards dressed in all black, muscular, with holstered pistols hanging from their belts and wearing dark sunglasses.

 They all wore earphones, and each had a pistol. They blocked the reporters from approaching Fared and kept an eye on the surroundings to prevent any unwanted or unexpected incidents beyond the comprehension of ordinary good people.

 Fared was inside the television company building and stepped onto the stage when invited. The host of the television interview program prepared, her face adorned with makeup applied by a male makeup artist dressed in tight, colorful clothing, with exaggeratedly effeminate body language as he meticulously and gently applied makeup to the female interview program host's face.

"Three....Two.....One.....Action!" said the recording director.

 Fared was sitting on a sofa, clasping both his palms together while thinking about something. Fared sat calmly on the sofa without looking at the camera.

 A few seconds later, after the interview host introduced Fared and warmly welcomed his arrival, Fared returned a smile to the female host and then looked at the camera. He gave a respectful nod.

 The host asked Fared several questions. The questions posed to Fared were about his educational background, the number of family members, work experience, experience and research in building Artificial Intelligence robots, feelings about the tragic tragedy that had occurred, opinions, and hopes.

 Fared didn't answer questions about his educational background or the number of family members, except for the research on building Artificial Intelligence robots, which he answered briefly and concisely. Those questions weren't answered with detailed responses.

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"Mr. Fared, this is your temporary prison. No need to worry, inside here is a room. A special room just for Mr. Fared," explained the prison officer.

"Alhamdulillah, thank you," smiled Fared and nodded as a sign of gratitude to the prison officer.

 Fared entered the prison room after a bag containing clothes and personal necessities was handed to him by the prison officer, and then the iron door was locked.

 Fared looked around every corner of the prison room. A comfortable bed was neatly arranged with two pillows and a thick blanket, there was a window with thick iron bars.

 A study desk, a foldable table on the floor for eating, a sink on the wall, a bookshelf with books on it. There was also a bathroom inside the modest prison room.

 It had a door and walls like a typical bathroom found in any ordinary house. Comfortable and clean. The prison room was also painted a bright yellow, bringing a calm and joyful feeling.

 Not to be forgotten, there was a clothes drying rack. A prayer mat hung neatly on the drying rack. Fared turned to the study desk. There was a wheeled chair and a translated copy of the Qur'an on the desk.

 A wall clock hung neatly on the wall. Fared walked to the desk and opened the desk drawer. It felt heavy when he pulled it. The desk drawer was opened.

 Inside were three pencils, a bright green eraser, a transparent ruler, and a pack of A4 paper. All the stationery was branded Faber Castell, and the A4 paper was packaged in blue Double A plastic.

 Fared smiled and sat on his bed. He felt satisfied and extremely fortunate. Very comfortable. Fared lay on the bed. He cleared his mind.

 His empty thoughts were filled with remembrances of Allah. The One True God. The Almighty God. The All-Wise God. After an hour passed, Fared fell asleep. Fared was enveloped in the comfort of sleep at 11:30 a.m.

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To be continued...