Alien Relic Hunter

"Fallen Angel mass-produced model..." A trace of hesitation flashed across Lin Qiming's face, "But aren't living CPUs implanted with that kind of chip in their brains? The target has the ability to directly destroy the chip. These mechas may not It cannot become a reliable combat force."

"They are different." Demeter explained immediately, "This team has just been established. All pilots are selected from the fleet's elite pilots and retain complete self-awareness and clear sanity."

"A clear mind?" Lin Qiming couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Although he has never driven the mass-produced Fallen Angel, he knows very well how much pain it takes to drive this kind of machine... Even the living CPU needs to be maintained at all times. Only in a semi-conscious state can the brain withstand the impact of the terrifying data flow from the body. If it were a person in an awake state, the brain would be completely scrapped if it were not operated once.

"That's right, so their 'use time' is shorter than the original living CPU. Under high-intensity combat, it can only last for thirty minutes." Demeter paused for a moment before continuing, "They all It’s voluntary… don’t waste it.”

"...Understood." Lin Qiming nodded vigorously.

With a crisp beep, a bright red countdown appeared on the dial of his watch. He glanced at it and saw that the remaining time was "29 minutes and 59 seconds."

This is the activity time limit of this mass-produced fallen angel team, and it is also the action time limit left for ground troops - although Demeter did not say it clearly, Lin Qiming also knew that when the countdown reaches zero, hovering in the air The fleet on standby will launch a saturation bombing of the underground ice storage.

"In addition, I have one more thing to tell you." Demeter added, "We can now basically confirm that Zeus's main goal of going to the underground ice bank is to obtain sample No. 344171."

"'Sample No. 344171'?" Lin Qiming was stunned for a moment. There are more than 300,000 items in the underground icehouse. Unless he has some impressions of those special or typical collections, he wants to collect them. Remembering every item in the collection clearly is something that the human brain alone cannot do.

Among the more than 300,000 items in the collection, more than 70% are "precious but of little value" items... For example, an alloy block found in S-class ruins is extremely difficult to obtain, but research But the value is basically zero... Things like this account for more than 70% of the collection list.

Judging from the serial number, this "No. 344171" sample should be a collection that was recently put into storage... But perhaps the collection itself was too insignificant. Lin Qiming found that he had no impression of this thing at all.

"This collection is claimed to be a cell sample of an indigenous creature found in the northern wilderness. It is actually the remaining remains of the special creature 'Seraph' formed by the fusion of the meme body and the egg of Yinglong."

"The remains of the 'Seraph'?!" Even someone like Lin Qiming, who is used to big scenes, couldn't help but lose his voice at this moment, "Hasn't that thing... been completely destroyed?"

"No... there are still some parts that have been preserved." Demeter said, "At that time, there were differences within the crew. Some people demanded that the wreckage be completely destroyed, while others, namely the radical group headed by Zeus, Pie', they asked that the wreckage be preserved for study..."

"Crazy... they must be crazy..." Lin Qiming murmured. In his capacity, it was disrespectful to say such words to the members of the Undead Crew Association. Even though Zeus and the others had betrayed the Crew Association, When judging the remains of Seraph, Zeus was still a member of the crew.

However, Demeter did not pay attention to such trivial matters and continued: "In the final vote, the number of votes supporting destruction will be higher."

"Then why do you still keep this thing?" Lin Qiming was stunned for a moment and asked.

"Because after various attempts, we have no choice but to find that the current human technology cannot completely destroy the remains of the Seraph. Instead of throwing it into space and causing a series of uncontrollable situations in the future, we can It is better to keep it sealed at the bottom of the underground icehouse and subject it to strict surveillance and control." Demeter said, "Looking back now, I guess Zeus had already decided to use this trump card at that time."

"Your Excellency 'Queen'... If the target really gains that kind of power, I request that the fleet immediately attack the underground ice warehouse... Otherwise, the memetic infection event will break out again and the entire Ark will fall." Lin Qiming gritted his teeth and said.

Although having the fleet launch an attack would almost certainly detonate the main reactor under the West Area 1, that would still be better than spreading the Seraph meme throughout the entire Ark.

At the beginning, solving the meme crisis incident basically relied on Ke Lan's ability... But now, Ke Lan's people don't know where they are, and it is impossible for them alone to stop the spread of the meme.

"The remains of Seraph are soaked in 700 tons of liquid nitrogen. It will take at least an hour to completely thaw. You have one last chance to try..." Demeter said.

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Middle sea, forbidden sea area, inside the underground pyramid.

Yeager discovered a very strange thing: the space inside the pyramid was obviously limited, and he could see the boundary with his naked eyes, but when he actually measured the space inside the pyramid with his feet, the space seemed to start again. Extended infinitely.

According to Yagunaktor's scan data of the undersea city, the outer outline of this undersea pyramid is a square pyramid with a base length of four kilometers and a height of only 1.5 kilometers. The cross section of the pyramid It is a combination of two standard triangles with "three strands, four strings and five hooks"... In other words, as the hypotenuse of this triangle, the farthest distance between the bottom of the inner wall of the pyramid and the apex will not exceed two Point five kilometers.

But since Yeager followed Wilson up the wall, the two of them had been running on this "hypotenuse" for at least more than an hour, but they still had not reached any boundary or corner.

Yeager can be sure that with the speed of the two of them, the distance they moved in more than an hour is definitely more than 2.5 kilometers. Even if the moving path is not a straight line, at least he should be able to see several other inner faces of the pyramid and himself. the distance between them changes.

But if the distant wall and ceiling were used as a reference, for more than an hour, the two of them were basically standing still.

Yeager suddenly had a very strange illusion. He felt that the ground under his feet seemed to be extending infinitely - he stepped forward one foot, and the ground extended one foot forward. He ran ten meters in one breath. , the ground extends forward ten meters.

This is different from the conveyor belt treadmill in the gym. Yeager is splashing an orange-yellow signal paint along the way. The dotted track has extended into a long one, but it has never returned to Yeager. at your feet. It was precisely because of this that Yeager was sure that every step he took was a place he had never reached before.

He wanted to ask what was going on with Wilson in front of him, but due to the presence of the light ball, Yeager kept his mouth firmly shut.

The weird feeling that Wilson gave him now was no less than the space inside this pyramid... He knew very well that this Wilson was definitely not as simple as a cadre of the engineering department of the Hunting God Hunting Group. He had that kind of terrifying self-recovery ability. , the personalities of the two people before and after, and the familiarity with the pyramid...

Yeager couldn't help but take a deep breath - this guy couldn't be entering this underwater pyramid for the first time, right?

However, hasn’t anyone ever entered the underwater city before? When did he come here?

Just when Yeager was thinking wildly, Wilson suddenly stopped. He turned around, glanced at Yeager, and made a waving gesture to him.

Yeager stepped forward with a trace of suspicion. He never expected that in the next second, Wilson's remaining arm actually took out a pistol from his pocket, raised the muzzle and aimed it at himself!

Fortunately, Yeager had just noticed a trace of hidden murderous intent in Wilson's eyes. He himself was also wary of Wilson. The moment Wilson pulled out his gun, Yeager rolled on the spot and avoided it. The muzzle of the gun was close at hand.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang above Yeager's head, and the bullet grazed Yeager's back. Even though the back of the anti-gravity driving suit had a hard protective skeleton similar to an exoskeleton, the bullet only left a trace on the skeleton. The scratches were neither deep nor shallow, but Yeager still felt a burning pain in his back.

The opponent was holding a large-caliber hunting pistol... This kind of weapon is generally chosen by front-line combatants. For logistics positions such as engineering operators, the personal self-defense weapons are either small-caliber pistols or folding submachine guns. ...Even if you give them a powerful weapon, they may not be able to control the astonishing recoil.

But the recoil of this hunting pistol seemed to disappear in Wilson's hand. After firing the first shot, the muzzle did not rise at all. Wilson immediately lowered the muzzle and aimed at the gun, which was still rolling on the ground before he could reach it. Yeager stood up and fired the second shot.

The second shot still missed. I don’t know whether it was because of Yeager’s good luck or because Wilson was not holding the gun with his dominant hand. After a quick adjustment, the second shot missed by at least ten centimeters and hit the inner wall of the pyramid. Walls and floors.

Yeager did not stand up in a hurry, but rolled to Wilson's feet, hugged the other person's calf, took out the dagger hanging on his shoulder, and stabbed it directly into the ankle.

Wilson was not wearing any protective equipment. He was wearing the same work boots from when he worked in the engineering department. The tip of the dagger penetrated the synthetic leather upper without any hindrance and penetrated. On Wilson's ankle, Yeager could even clearly feel that the tip of the dagger penetrated the muscles and ligaments and hit the bones at the joint.

Yeager gritted his teeth and twisted the dagger nearly 180 degrees.

If the ankle is injured to this degree, few people can still stand firm. Even augmented people have difficulty in maintaining balance when the ankle joint is damaged... But Wilson is like an iron tower nailed to the ground. , no matter how Yeger held his leg and shook it, he didn't move at all.

Yeager's heart skipped a beat, and he knew he had made a wrong bet... This close combat technique, similar to street gangster fighting, was very effective when sparring with Hans and the others, but he forgot that Wilson was a somewhat different person. For a "person" with an ordinary human body, this kind of trauma will have no impact on him at all.

Yeager wanted to pull out the dagger, but found a huge resistance from the front end of the dagger - Wilson's terrifying recovery ability appeared again, and the bloody ankle wound healed in just half a second, and even disappeared. The dagger that had no time to pull out was caught.

Yeager didn't look up, but he could already feel that just above his head, the black muzzle of the gun was facing his head... He seemed to have seen a series of slow motions: the trigger was pulled, the firing pin hit the bullet. At the bottom of the machine, the primer was triggered immediately. The compressed gas generated by the explosion opened the cartridge case, and the tungsten steel warhead came out——

Vaguely, he seemed to hear Wilson talking to himself: "I need to pay some price to...but I have more important things to do, so I can only let you do it for me."

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Nest City, third floor, upper city area.

"Bang!"

A gunshot came from the depths of the jungle, startling Ke Lan's thirty-three.

"What's going on?" Thirty-three summoned all the black flying blades around him, forming an airtight black shield. "Ke Lan, did you hear it too?"

"Yes, I heard it. It was a gunshot." Ke Lan nodded solemnly, "It came from deep in the jungle."

"Can you tell what kind of gun sound that is?" Thirty-three looked a little strange.

"It's too vague to hear...but I feel a little familiar." Ke Lan glanced at Thirty-Three's strange expression, "It seems like you can recognize it?"

"I'm not sure, but I've heard too many gunshots like this..." Thirty-three exhaled forcefully, "It should be the fourth generation R-type large-caliber produced by Magnum Industries It’s a hunting pistol, and it’s a portable model with a shortened barrel. This was the sidearm I used to carry in the army, and I’m very familiar with its sound.”

"Are you sure?" Ke Lan asked solemnly, "You have to know that this gun should not appear in this place, nor should it sound at this time."

"I wasn't sure just now, but the more I think about it now, the more I think...it's the same model of gun." Thirty-three nodded, "As for why there are pistols made by Magnum Industries in the hive, maybe it was the pistol of Hruni back then. Did they bring it in?"

"Even if the gun was brought in by Hruni and others... then, who is using it now?"