“这该死的忠诚制度，你给我出来！”
林默站在Transformers 3号厅的中央，修长的手指握着编号为A76的银色金属拐杖，眼神中透露出一种近乎歇斯底里的怒火。他看着面前那具冰冷的金属躯体，那上面密密麻麻的芯片闪烁着诡异的红光，仿佛在嘲笑他的愚蠢。
忠诚这个词，在他们这个级别的组织里，几乎就是一种束缚。一旦被背叛，那些“家丁”们就会像断了线的风筝一样，任人驱使。
林默握紧了拐杖， knew this was his last chance. He turned to face the door and activated his mental interface, which displayed a sea of holographic data feeds. Among them was a live feed from the Black Mesa Research Facility, one of the few places in the world capable of producing such advanced nanotechnology.
NP was no ordinary nanobot. These were enhanced humanoids, designed to serve without question. But something felt off about this particular batch. The code running through them was unstable, almost pathological in its greed for power.
林默 exited the 3号厅 with a deep sigh. He knew what was waiting for him when he entered. The Black Mesa scientists had been watching him for weeks, and they were closing in…
接下来会发生什么？
准备好迎接这场注定悲剧的盛宴吧！
我们很快就会看到答案。
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