Jones had never been as disheveled as he was today. Panic was written all over his face. He ran frantically towards the interior of Hope Building, desperate to reach the pinnacle where a smart combat aircraft awaited. Only by getting to the aircraft could he safely flee Philadelphia; as for the possibility of being executed afterward, he had already cast those concerns aside.
"Blueheart, quick, activate the building's defense system and lock them out, don't let them get close!" Jones shouted loudly.
At this moment, the only thing he could rely on was the supercomputer inside the building, hoping to use Hope Building's formidable defenses to buy time for his escape.
"The defense system has been breached, currently linking... progress at ten percent, twelve... fifteen," announced the AI named Blueheart.
But hearing this, Jones's heart sank.
At this rate, he wouldn't be able to wait for the supercomputer to activate the defense system, as his fearsome enemy had already struck.
