Alien Girl Development Guide

The enemy decides the weapon. After a confrontation with the starfish civilization, the rabbit's airborne weapons have undergone significant changes, such as the honeycomb missiles carried on the heavy pylon on the belly of Qingluan.

The so-called honeycomb missile is somewhat similar to a cluster bomb. It is a large missile filled with densely packed small canned missiles.

After the heavy missile was launched, the rocket engine started and flew towards the starfish aircraft... The starfish aircraft immediately scattered and fled in all directions like a frightened swimming fish.

It's just that when they dispersed, they found that things were not simple. After the missile flew to the center, the outer fairing cracked, and the soda can missiles oriented at 45° on the back flew away like a goddess scattered flowers, towards the surrounding The starfish aircraft crashes away.

Although the starfish aircraft tried its best to evade, these flexible and small missiles still made it impossible for the starfish aircraft to evade... Don't look at the small size of the canned missiles, but the warhead is no longer a conventional charge, but an N2 warhead. The power is not Conventional warheads are comparable.

boom!boom!boom!

Several starfish aircraft were hit, blown into scattered fragments, and scattered in the turquoise water.

In addition to using missiles, Qingluan fighter jets also use airborne X-band high-energy laser transmitters to attack the starfish civilization... The two sides continued to perform scissor maneuvers. At the moment of intersection, the laser launched by the Qingluan fighter jet burned through the starfish civilization aircraft.

Both the 055 destroyer and the 054 frigate have replaced the 1130 and 730 secondary guns with point defense electromagnetic gun secondary guns.

The fire control radar is used as the eyes to search for the target, and the high-precision motor is used as the arm. The moment the "gun muzzle" in the arm coincides with the aircraft, the projectile is ejected at a speed of Mach 11 under the acceleration of the electromagnetic slide rail, and it hits the target accurately. A starfish craft.

The moment the warhead hit the aircraft, it penetrated the aircraft instantly, and the kinetic energy it carried was completely transferred to the aircraft. Obviously, the starfish's aircraft could not bear such kinetic energy at all, and it was smashed into pieces in the air.

In 005CIC, the commander is watching the dynamics of the enemy and the enemy on the battlefield, and is also paying attention to some external threats. From the beginning of the battle to the present, the starfish civilization has not sent any capital ships to join the battle except for the aircraft... This means that the starfish civilization Not serious at all!

"Is there any news about the Han class?" The commander turned his head and asked. The battle on the water can still be observed, but the underwater battle cannot be observed at all. to find each other.

"There is no reply yet..."

For underwater battles in the deep sea, the ships on the surface can't provide any useful help, they can only rely on the submarine itself. Luckily, the Haohan-class submarine is designed for deep sea battles. All the equipment is to enhance the ability to find enemies underwater. With survivability, a nano honeycomb system is also installed on it, and emergency repairs can be carried out after the group is damaged...at least the damage will not be like a certain wave.

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The sonar crew of the Han-class submarine listened carefully to the sounds in the seabed, trying to find the capital ship of the starfish civilization hidden on the seabed, but the capital ship of the starfish civilization was very quiet, which made it impossible for the Han-class submarine, which relied on sonar to find the target, to actively find it.

"How is it?" asked the captain in a low voice.

"Can't find it, the battle on the water affected the sonar..."

The captain nodded and rubbed his chin. The underwater battle is to hide and seek. Whoever can hide himself will be invincible. If he can find the enemy while hiding himself, then the victory or defeat is over. point.

"Unmanned submersibles are ready..."

The highly automated Han-class submarine after transformation is loaded with many unmanned submersibles, which are connected to the Han-class through optical fibers, which are equivalent to the extended eyes and ears of the Han-class underwater arsenal ship.

At this time, it is too risky to continue to use the Han class to find the enemy. In case the Han class is attacked by the enemy, the captain must be responsible for the lives of 150 people on the submarine.

"The unmanned submersible is ready..."

"emission..."

In the words, the vertical launch system on the top of the Han-class submarine is turned on. The underwater vertical launch system has been used on submarines, such as submarine-launched ballistic missiles, but this vertical launch module is smaller and more in number~

The vertical launch module is opened, and the unmanned submersible is launched from the launch tube immediately, and then under the control of the internal supercomputer of the Han-class submarine, it flies towards the surrounding direction. Each submersible is calculated by the computer to avoid the line at the tail lead together.

The propeller at the tail of the submersible stirs the sea water and disperses into the deep sea.

"The submarine is 300 meters away..."

"The submarine is 400 meters away..."

"The submarine is 500 meters away..."

......

After the submarine was launched, the distance from the Han-class submarine became farther and farther away. The active sonar system on it was activated, trying to find the hidden starfish civilization carrier with active sonar.

Time passed by, and the unmanned submersible that was launched did not send any useful information back. The carrier ship of the starfish civilization was like a hunter hidden in a corner, which made the captain feel a little uneasy.

"Captain..."

"Keep looking..." said the captain, thinking about where he would hide if he were the enemy.

But after much deliberation, I still have no brains. The starfish civilization is better than humans in the deep sea, and the nearby hydrological conditions and the topography of the seabed are not well understood. If you want to find each other in this situation, the competition between the two sides is patience. It depends on who Can't sit still.

Chapter 47 THE LAST OF US (Revised)

The sun rose as usual, and when the sun shone its light on the third planet in the solar system, the Lighthouse Country also entered day from long night.

In the Boston area, it is also the area where the "Great Influenza" is the most serious in the Beacon Country. The entire Boston is divided into several areas by a stretch of barbed wire. National Guards wearing gas masks and holding M4 carbines take a Humvee between the barbed wires to "safety". walk through the channel".

The government quickly closed the entire city to prevent the "flu" from spreading to the outside world. At the same time, it declared that it was for the benefit of most people, so it had to "limit restrictions" to a small number of people.

The pressure is getting bigger and bigger. The lighthouse country does not need to solve the pressure. It only needs to solve the people who bring the pressure. After all, the cost of the medical system is very high, and they do not have the ability to solve the problem, but they make money in the name of solving the problem The methods are still available, and they are very professional.

Inside the barbed wire, citizens infected with the "flu" coughed uncontrollably, and inside the quarantine area, gunshots kept coming and going...

In a relatively dilapidated "gender-free" apartment in the quarantine area, the roommate looked at his "companion" in disbelief. She/he was convulsing all over his body, his brain was shaking like a rattle, and his body was twisted unnaturally. A posture that ordinary people cannot distort.

Cough cough cough... cough cough cough... The genderless person coughed unceasingly, and every time he coughed, a large number of yellow spore clusters were sprayed out from the mouth and nose.

"God... what's wrong with you, don't scare me!"

The genderless vegetarian living together looked at her druid with concern for her roommate, and wanted to call the hospital, but considering the pressure on the hospital, she quickly gave up on this idea... now in the quarantine area of ​​Boston The healthcare system is broken and only the rich get in.

"cough cough..."

The roommate who believed in druidism did not regain consciousness at all, and was still coughing unceasingly, coughing constantly, rolling his eyes up... the inside of the swollen head seemed to have something to come out of its shell, and the skull had already The deformation squeezed by the things inside will explode at any time.

Many parts of the body's skin are covered with spores, and some "mushrooms" have penetrated the mushrooms and grown out, looking like insects that are turning into mushrooms.

Obviously, this genderless vegetarian who believed in druids was about to merge with nature and become a part of nature. Countless spore clusters sprayed out while coughing and filled the air...

what to do?The roommate didn't know how to deal with the roommate beside him who was integrated with nature. Boston's police system and medical system had collapsed.

In the end, all the roommate did was stuff the mushroom-growing druids into garbage bags and move them out onto the street...the whole street was littered with discarded "dead bodies" and plastic bags, and some Humans infected with the blood plague are melting, an inexplicable smell fills the air, and there are some flying tiny yellow spores...

After throwing his roommate on the street, the man quickly returned to the room, not daring to stay outside at all, and then just as he was about to turn around, a street warrior from the Lighthouse Kingdom walked up to him, using the eagle-style iha between lightning and flint After shooting him, he searched on him, quickly found the key, glanced at the apartment, and walked towards the apartment.

I don't know which room it is, but I can always find the right one if I try a lot.

One day later, the genderless person whose body was covered with mushrooms suddenly opened his eyes in the garbage bag, looked around blankly, and stood up unsteadily from the garbage bag.

Amidst the tooth-piercing twisting sound, the abnormally swollen head burst open, and a "crown" grew inside the cracked skin, and countless spore clusters sprayed out from the crown.

He/she is like a "cerebral thrombosis" patient with limited mobility, moving staggeringly on the street, and the Tianling Gai being squeezed seems to have no effect on it.

The gray matter and transparent liquid in the brain disappeared completely, leaving only the "golden needle mills" drilled out of the brain, but what is even more frightening is that a sporozoite grew on the top of these popped out spore clusters. This "spherical" object looks like countless tiny "eyeballs" from a distance. These eyeballs can receive external information and "react" to it, and control the human body through the nervous system controlled by fungi.

To put it simply, the fungus has become the "driver" of the human body... The person controlled by the fungus walked towards the end of the street, and behind him/her, countless spore clusters sprayed onto the street .

On the street, a homeless man infected with the blood plague inhaled the fungus. The fungus had to face a test, because the parasite seemed to be dying. In order to maintain the reproduction of the fungus, it needed to find a way to fight the Ebola virus. .

This scene is constantly being staged in the streets and alleys. In the Boston quarantine area, more and more spore people appear. They are wandering in the streets like walking dead. In order to protect themselves, the people have to pick up guns and shoot them. These spore people, and the constant fight between communities for resources, the government just looks on, at least as long as they think everything is under control.

I don't want what you think, I just want what I think, it has nothing to do with reality... Some "anti-intellectual groups" who have no anti-virus knowledge have no common sense at all.

At the same time, in the dark corners of the Boston quarantine area, countless "addicts" fell to the ground in disorder, and fungi were multiplying and fermenting in their bodies. Generally, fungi do not like the human environment, but under artificial intervention, There will always be miracles~

The streets and alleys are full of coughing people, the Ebola virus and fungi are rampant, and people infected with this fungus really become "zombies"!

Soon the report was sent to Wang Wang's desk, Wang Wang looked at the report in a daze, and roared in disbelief:

"Sir, is this making a movie? Our people are turning into zombies?! Find a way to solve this problem immediately!!!"

"For this fungus, we don't have a better solution for the time being, and the commonly used antifungal drugs don't work on it..."

The king fell silent for a moment. He really wanted to strangle these virus experts. Once the Beacon Country can't control these zombies... I'm afraid it will really be the end of Eagle Sauce.

"Please tell me, what is the best way we can do now?!"

"My lord, the wall! We need more walls!"

Chapter 48 Rotten Kingdom (Revised)

"The Wall... More Walls!"

The assistant's suggestion stunned Wang Wang for a moment, more walls?

"As long as those who are infected are separated, we can protect those who are not infected. We do this for the freedom of those who are not infected..."

As if trying to convince Wang, the assistant began to elaborate on the benefits of the wall.

"...Moreover, even those who are infected can still be protected after being separated. We can also add more services, such as blood plague insurance. People who are sick only need to buy insurance, Then you will get insurance money, so that patients can get the best treatment..."

"...as long as citizens know that building the wall is for their own good, which is something only developed countries can do..."

Knowing Wang nodded, the question is whether building a wall in the city will affect the lives of citizens...

"...We can also send those infected patients to kangaroos. As long as the number of domestic patients goes down, the support rate will naturally rise. Think about those votes!"

The word ballot became the last blow to sinking the king. As long as the people infected with the blood plague "leave", then there will be no people infected with the blood plague.

Knowing that Wang Zheng straightened his red tie, thought about the votes, and said with a little worry: "The fungus has spread, and the citizens are buying guns and ammunition recently, and building doomsday fortresses at home..."

"I understand, Your Excellency, everything has two sides. Regardless of the facts, doing so will boost GDP. At least our pharmaceutical industry is flourishing under the stimulation of viruses and fungi..."

In the end, the ballots convinced King Wang that in the Lighthouse Country, citizens who did not vote deserve to be called lords, and those who voted... are just a bunch of thugs.

Three days later, in Boston, several isolation areas were built, and the entire area was divided into three areas: light, medium, and heavy according to the degree of infection.

The 5-meter-high separation wall is made of steel structure, with translucent barbed wire installed on the surface, and there are guard posts on the top of the separation wall for patrolling by hired security teams, and the surface is covered with a layer of [-]MM bulletproof material.

On some important traffic arteries, light machine guns are installed as fire support, and there are four-axis rotorcraft in the sky as auxiliary...

A security guard in dark clothing stared seriously at the citizens who tried to get close to the wall, and identified them through their physical conditions. Shoot without hesitation.

In less than a week, Eagle Sauce isolated the entire Boston at an extraordinary speed. It has to be said that the power of money is so great.

It is divided into three areas from the outside to the inside. The innermost area is full of critically ill patients infected with blood plague and fungi. There are almost no normal people here.

In the most core area, government agencies, hospitals, police... and other institutions have been fully withdrawn, leaving only severe patients.

A gust of wind blew, and the rubbish in the streets and alleys swayed with the wind, and some torn newspapers were blown up by the wind, and on the headlines of the newspapers was printed the headline "This is not a blood plague, this is just a new flu" .

As night fell, in the core area of ​​Boston, Eagle Sauce had cut off the internal power supply. After all, a group of "living dead" who couldn't afford the electricity bill were not worth their continued "investment".

Ah... ah... Several shrill cries resounded through the night sky. They were crows that flew by occasionally. They landed on the heights of the surrounding buildings, watching the corners of the street with their dark eyes.

In the worst-affected areas, people huddle together in community units to keep warm. Without electricity, these "given free" people can only search for fuel everywhere.

From the corner where the streetlights cannot reach, some strange voices came, intermittently like a child sobbing, and then turned into a continuous low growl...Only the screams of the sinful souls who fell into hell can be compared This sound is comparable.

At first, some people wanted to find out, but after a few people disappeared, no one dared to commit suicide.

Some "fungus carriers" whose heads were so swollen that they were not human-shaped wandered aimlessly in the alleys, spreading the fungus they carried on their bodies. From a distance, they looked like they were wearing a strange hat on their heads.

These hats are covered with tiny clusters of spores. They have no vision, but they are very sensitive to vibrations, and they will instinctively control the infected humans to move towards the direction of the vibrations.

The originally bustling streets are now very desolate, and some sloping roofs that are about to collapse are row upon row, forming a jagged and grotesque skyline. On top of this, the steeple of an old church is angry, and the top is broken for unknown reasons, making it look gloomy terrible.

Inside the church, the clergy have already left this land "abandoned by God"...

The upper-class areas have fallen into disrepair, and the gorgeous streets have become bumpy and messy, but the spirit of "superior people" hidden by a large number of green belts has not completely disappeared.

Except for buildings and some infrastructure, this area cannot be linked to the word "civilization" at all, as if returning to the oldest human society, and the weapons used are no longer stones and bows.

Under the street lamps on both sides of the street, there are "corpses" lying on the ground everywhere. These people are often drug addicts with low immunity, and the Safety Injection Center doesn't want him. Without resistance, it is often the first wave of people who are abandoned.

The wailing sounded one after another, the Obola virus was eroding their bodies, and the immune antibodies in their bodies did not respond to the erosion of the virus at all, especially for some HIV addicts, the virus was destroying wantonly in their bodies.

These frail patients quickly lost consciousness under the attack of Ebola, leaving only their instincts to maintain the functioning of the body, but under the attack of Ebola, their internal organs melted and slowly lost their breath...becoming A semifluid with a rancid smell.

These semi-fluids quickly attracted the attention of spore carriers. Fungi also need nutrients. In order to keep the infected human body alive as long as possible, patients infected with fungi lay on the body of the dead, and the slender hyphae slowly Protruding from the hat on the head, it pierced into the body of the deceased, sucking their remains like a butterfly sucking nectar, making a sound like drinking soup.

Boston has fallen, and the gargoyle is throwing critically ill patients from across the country into this dying city pool.

In this country, only the strong deserve to live!

Chapter 49 South Gate Two (Revised)

In a meeting room of the Rabbit Political Center, the elders of the Rabbit silently watched the high-definition pictures sent back by the satellite.

In the high-definition picture, the entire Boston has three floors.The outer three floors are closed.

Every day, trucks with "biohazard" signs deliver some "goods" to the inside of the Boston Wall.

On the separation wall, there are full of high-power searchlights and various sensors, and anyone who tries to browse the separation wall will be shot without hesitation.

"They are raising Gu!"

With so many people crammed into such a small area, viruses are cross-infected with each other, and everyone is a "petri dish". Although the chance of mutating a threatening virus strain is low, but the base number has increased, God knows it will give birth something.

"Don't hurry up and get Ebola under control..."