"Old geezer, stop hiding, I've found you."
In the darkness, the Mechanically Modified Person moved his nose slightly, his olfactory sensors indicating the presence of the scent of fresh blood.
Unfortunately, his Auxiliary Computing Chip wasn't advanced enough to deduce the old geezer's movement trajectory from the existing traces.
But he was able to make up for this shortcoming with his own rich experience and keen sense of smell.
Step by step, he followed the bloodstains toward the alley around the corner.
Thud—Thud—Thud—
The mechanical legs made a dull sound as they struck the ground.
Finally, he reached the corner, but he did not rush out immediately.
He slowly raised his right hand, where one might expect to find a hand, a huge chainsaw was instead installed, and connected to this chainsaw was a mechanized arm.
Whirr—
This was the shrill scream of the chainsaw spinning.
"I've found you!"