Chapter 687

But the situation has not changed at all.

Those who support still support, those who oppose still oppose, and even the abstaining robot is still abstaining.

"Number Thirteen!"

O5-1 grinds their teeth, their wide-open eyes staring fixedly at the abstaining guy.

They almost squeeze a few words out between their teeth:

"Don't force me to hack into your database and force you to make a choice!"

O5-1 constantly taps their expensive cane on the floor.

The part of the body disguised as a human has no action.

"If you must have an answer, maintaining the status quo is your human duty, the status quo is your human status quo, and the future is also your human future, and I am an artificial intelligence."

"My program does not contain the instruction: 'choose a side when the council has completely split into two halves because of the issue of the main position'."

"What does your action have to do with me?"

The voting proceeds again.

The situation changes slightly, the change is not big, but the impact caused is supreme.

Those who support still support, those who oppose still oppose.

Only O5-13 casts their vote for O5-7.

It is like the last straw that breaks the camel's back, the last scolding that breaks a student, an extra expense that makes a corporate slave collapse.

In favor 7—Against 6.

The motion is passed.

Obviously, the O5 Council has passed O5-7's proposal, either to modify the Foundation's goal or to dissolve the Foundation on the spot.

"Number Thirteen, what on earth are you doing?!"

O5-1 is angry to the extreme.

But this is not their office, and there is no suitable projectile in front of them to grab and smash Thirteen's screen.

"I don't want to participate in your meaningless discussions, but your face makes me feel sick."

"Since you forced me to make a choice by threatening means, then naturally I have to oppose you. Is that okay?"

No one can judge the robot's emotions from the electronic voice; O5-13's voice has no waves at all, sounding the same tone throughout.

But to O5-1, such a voice is full of mockery and extremely harsh.

O5-7 shows a winner-like smile:

"Do you know what to do now, Klaus? Seeing this result, don't you understand yet?"

Accompanied by a deep breath, O5-1 forces themselves to calm down, looking deeply at O5-7.

Then, they laugh, some councilors feel inexplicable, and some detect a trace of danger.

"I'm sorry, Enrique." O5-1 looks at the great physicist with a smile.

"I am the moderator of the Overseer Council. I have worked for the Foundation for sixty years."

"I will not let you guys, for such an absurd reason, let the Foundation dissolve itself, or release anomalies to destroy the world."

"'Red Right Hand,' listen to my order! Surround the Overseer Council meeting room immediately!"

They laugh coldly.

"O5-7, Enrique Fermi."

"I formally hold you accountable for dereliction of duty, and on behalf of the Overseer Council, I immediately remove you from your position as a member of the Overseer Council, O5-7."

They have the victory in their hands.

It is not the victory of the final victory, it is not a victory, at best it is a highlight moment.

O5-1 slowly sits back on their throne, leaning against the back of the chair, waiting for victory to descend.

O5-1's shamelessness clearly exceeds the audience's imagination.

Undoubtedly, they only let their opponents follow the rules when the situation is favorable to them.

Once the situation is unfavorable to them, they will start using off-board tricks.

"Sigh, O5-7 lost. The weapon of criticism really can't beat the criticism of weapons."

"O5-1 doing this is too shameless..."

"Want face? What's the use of wanting face? As long as you are the final winner, that is the biggest face!"

……

But.

O5-7 is not as depressed as they thought, let alone panicked.

Professor Fermi shakes their head, disappointed and regretful.

"Just what I wanted."

"Unfortunately, I also have a 'Red Right Hand' in my hand, and it is much more experienced than the one in yours."

The picture changes.

Outside the meeting room, two fully armed agent teams arrive one after another outside the Overseer Council meeting room.

Both sides detect the existence of the other, and then start to fire.

Gunfire is like splashing water, and grenades are like thunder.

Listening to the gunfire outside the wall and feeling the vibrations coming from under their feet from time to time, O5-1's face gradually turns gloomy.

The former "Red Right Hand" actually obeys such an order!

They really regard themselves as "Insurgency," and no longer as a member of the Foundation!

But how did O5-7 do it?!

Could it be that when the "Insurgency" was first established, they had already decided to split from the Foundation?!

But the situation is sliding toward a deeper abyss.

"Number One, I'm sorry I can't agree with your approach either."

O5-4 looks cold, as if they had foreseen all this.

Their voice sounds steady in the chaos:

"You are privately defying the collective resolution formally passed by the Overseer Council."

"You are the one who should be removed from office."

While speaking, they take out their pistol without hesitation, aiming at O5-1, their eyes revealing an irreparable determination.

"Foundation Overseer Number One, Klaus Arnold. Do you have any last words?"

O5-4's voice echoes in the meeting room, like divine punishment about to fall.

"Number Four, you're crazy! You want to be a traitor!?"

O5-1 is shocked, their voice full of unwillingness and anger.

"What are you doing!?" O5-3 also can't help but burst into an exclamation.

Facing the sudden change, everyone feels caught off guard.

But O5-2, O5-3, and O5-5 react quickly, pulling out their pistols in unison, pointing at O5-4.

Everything happens too fast, as if time freezes at this moment.

The entire meeting room is extremely quiet, with only the sound of gunfire coming from the corridor.

The audience looks at this scene in astonishment, looking at that O5-4 who has always been relatively quiet, only then realizing that this councilor outside the main stage has more decisive means than O5-7.

"What's the situation?"

"O5-4: Damn, let's blow up Number One."

"Didn't expect it, the story happening in the Overseer Council is even more exciting than fighting wits and courage with containment objects... Sure enough, it's interesting to watch people fight people!"

……

"Just getting rid of the old fox of the Overseer Council who relies on old age and is not worthy of the position."

O5-4's voice is particularly cold in this silence, as if everything was destined.

"Wait—"

O5-1's voice stops abruptly—a bullet accurately penetrates their skull.

At the same time, O5-2, O5-3, and O5-5 pull the triggers at O5-4's chest and abdomen.

Gunfire continues one after another, and fire erupts from the muzzle.

But until the magazine is empty, no blood flowers explode on O5-4's body.

O5-3 looks at O5-4 in disbelief: ===== CHAPTER 689 =====