An hourter, Johnson emerged from the room in a shirt and boxers. "So, is it done?"


    "Yes, Mister Johnson. The Satan Robot''splete, feel free to test it out."


    "Right, I''ll do just that."


    Johnson got on the control deck of the Satan Robot and stared at the panels in front of him excitedly.


    He then ran a few simple tests with the robot and finally lifted one of its arms to aim a sniper at Professor Dickens.


    Dickens widened his eyes in terror. "What are you doing, Mister Johnson?"


    "NO!" Maria let out a scream, but Johnson had shot Dickens. He emerged from the control deck, looking at Maria. "I don''t mind that he was a scientist, but I do mind that he had gotten his hands on you before."


    Over in Fawkes'' manor, a Harley-Davidson pulled up to the entrance with Marshall and Wilbur on it.


    Wilbur got off the bike, and Marshall said, "May I leave now, sir?"


    "Yeah, you can get lost now."


    Wilbur did not bother giving Marshall a hard time, knowing that Marshall would never hurt the people of Diseya now. Fawkes, however, was a different case. That bastard had tried to kill Wilbur just because he had refused to sell some ore to him.


    First, it was in the desert, and then in Diseya.


    Wilbur was enraged and decided that he woulde looking for Fawkes to put an end to this for good.


    Marshall sped away on the bike, and Wilbur strode toward the gates of the manor where two guards blocked him at once.


    "What are you doing?"


    "Get lost, don''t try to start anything."


    The people who visited Fawkes'' manor were either entrepreneurs or fellow


    collectors, and they always came in luxury cars. Wilbur hade on a Harley Davidson, which paled inparison and made the guards think that he was here for trouble.


    Yet Wilbur did not stop, continuing to make his way forward.


    "Hey! Did you not f*cking hear me?"


    "Teach him a lesson!"


    The two guards brandished their batons as they charged over but were sent flying before they could even reach Wilbur.


    Wilbur nced at them, snorted, and then continued into Fawkes'' manor. The two guards yanked out their walkie-talkies at once to shout, "There''s an intruder in the manor! Stop him!"


    Fawkes'' manor was huge, and Wilbur had barely walked a hundred meters before a dozen or so bodyguards in suits came rushing out. They surrounded Wilbur from both sides.


    The head bodyguard, a tall, muscr man with a bald head, glowered at Wilbur. "Do you know where you''re at, kid? Who do you think you are, breaking into the Fawkes mansion in the middle of the night? Let''s see if you''ll do that again after you get your legs broken!"


    The bald man shouted out an order and the rest of the bodyguards charged


    toward Wilbur at once. Just as they were about to reach him, all of them were sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.


    "Ouch!"


    "F*ck, that hurt!"