Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 30 NO.001e: Drones and orders

The moment the optical lens captured the opponent's facial features, Booker already knew the identity of the intruder.

As far as he knew, there was only one natural adjuster of the Raven model in the basement area of ​​the Nord resettlement area.

In other words, there was only one person who withstood the severe mutation and survived until now.

The leader of the Lobotomy Gang, Raven-66.

With a pair of turbine iron wings attached to his back, Raven-66 stood firmly on top of a street lamp that was less than the size of two cigarette packs. The rising cyclone rolled up countless garbage and dust below him.

The hands that ejected the sharp ceramic steel claw blades hung down on the sides of the thighs very naturally.

The opponent's eyes looked at him through the dark red tactical goggles, and a stern smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

Lobotomy Gang...

Even by the standards of street gangs in this era, the Lobotomy Gang can be regarded as the worst kind of bad breed.

As the name of the Lobotomy Gang suggests, their signature business is neither gambling, flesh and blood business, or the ancient tertiary industry with a long history of murder, nor is it the synthesis of addictive drugs, illegal prosthetic body transformation, or information trading that requires some technology. content live.

What they are doing is a business that can smell a strong smell of blood just by listening to the name - organ trading.

To be precise, it is mainly brainware organ trading.

In this era, only brain wetware that can be used to make brains that can perceive and operate in a complex electromagnetic environment has the value of seeking wealth and insurance.

And the underground area where the government's law enforcement forces in the resettlement area cannot radiate is the most ideal crime paradise for this kind of human scum.

Then there is nothing to worry about, kill the matter.

Booker thought.

He opened his right palm and pointed at the other party.

A silver web was connected between the five fingers of the right palm at some point, and a sharp object emerged from the middle of the palm, and invisible energy gathered on this simple transmitter.

There were no questions, no warnings, and even no opening remarks—the other party had launched the "Silent Realm" blockade signal at the door of their house, so they definitely didn't come here to pay their respects to him on his birthday.

Coupled with the identity of the leader of the opponent's "lobotomy gang", Booker shot with a clear killing intent.

Without warning, the street lamp at the foot of Raven-66 burst out countless dazzling sparks in an instant.

The "chef" type anti-personnel microwave generator, which he used before to blow up the brain of the middleman Zhu Lin into popcorn.

The sound of electric current breaking through the air crackled, and the smell of ionized ozone permeated everywhere.

It's a pity that the charging time is still a bit longer.

As early as the moment before Booker aimed at himself, the pair of turbo iron wings behind the Raven-66 began to operate rapidly.

Iron Wing led him up into the sky like an albatross, out of the range of this fatal attack.

On the other side, after the previous full-power attack ended, the armor on Booker's arm opened in an instant, and the ejected heat sink began to hiss and emit white mist.

The "Raven" type individual flying device is an adjustment prosthetic body that best matches the opponent's natural adjustment genes.

Although it didn't work, this blow still allowed Booker to determine the type of prosthetic body held by the opponent.

The opponent has an advantage in mobility, but lacks a strong enough offensive ability, so the threat he can pose to himself is far lower than his previous expectations.

But in such an open place, the time it takes for him to kill the opponent is far beyond the previous expectation.

That's why the other party appeared here so swaggeringly...

Looking at the Raven-66, which was constantly maneuvering in the air, Booker came to a conclusion.

Just to contain himself, so that his men can sneak into the "House of Chiron" to complete the tactical objectives.

It's just a delaying tactic.

Seeing through this, Booker immediately drew up a plan for the next step.

Since the opponent's transformation needs to be fully realized in an open area, the opponent is not a threat to the universal printer kept in the underground secret room.

If he wants to fly, let him fly.

Now I will immediately go back to the defense and kill all the minions who sneaked in.

Booker thought so.

But it was also at this time that Raven-66 spoke for the first time, with a commanding tone in his voice.

"Surround him for me."

The sound was amplified by the loudspeaker and reverberated around, even with a few echoes.

Of course, this order was not for himself.

Under the full-spectrum blocking interference of the silent realm, in addition to wired communication means, information can only be transmitted through the original sound and light signals.

Surround me? But there is no high-energy reaction in the surroundings?

Thinking this way, the next moment, Booker, who was aware of the attack, dodged as quickly as lightning.

The wall behind where he had been standing earlier was riddled with a string of bullet holes.

Six basketball-sized drones emerged from cover in different directions and poured bullets at Booker crazily.

Most of the bullets missed, only a few ricocheted on the armor on his body, and the remaining kinetic energy didn't even scratch.

While dodging, Booker calculated the trajectory of the bullet, and responded with a slightly lower power microwave attack in six directions.

But only one drone was blown up into a firework in the air, and the others all predicted his attack and dodged in a thrilling manner.

Something is wrong...

The attack methods of those drones are so primitive that gunpowder weapons are still used. But their main control computers are high-level products that can operate in the "silent realm" environment-they can even predict their own attacks and evade them in an emergency by relying only on optical signals.

No matter how you look at it, such a technology combination with too large a gap is impossible to appear...

Grass!

Booker suddenly thought of something, lowered his hand that was going to continue to attack, and turned his head to look at the wreckage of the "unmanned" drone that he had blown up earlier.

And when he saw the completely charred and carbonized "control core" inside the wreckage, Booker fell silent.

He looked up at the leader of the Lobotomy Gang in mid-air.

"Hold him for me."

The other party looked down at him and gave orders to those "drones" again.

At this moment, the expression on Raven-66's face seemed to say—are you sure you want to give up the chance to kill me and leave here?

…………

As the "black coffin" slowly opened, Jiang Zhou felt as if he was thrown from the bed in the middle of the night.

The feeling of falling pushed him awake from the dream-like state, and the moment he opened his eyes, his face was about to come into close contact with the metal ground.

If it was ten minutes ago, such a fall would definitely cause him to fall into a shit, and maybe knock out a few front teeth.

But at this moment, he found his center of gravity in a few tenths of a second, and then according to the intuition that seemed to be born with him, he quickly turned around and landed on the ground as sensitively as a cat.

And, like a cat, it didn't make a sound.

After landing, Jiang Zhou realized what he had done before, and looked at his hands in disbelief.

"Balancer type strengthening spine, and edge strengthening system..."

He muttered to himself, and then tentatively threw a few jabs forward.

The sound of breaking the air like a cracking brocade echoed in the basement along with these jabs.

"Carbon nano-muscle fibers, and the strength increase brought by the second heart, and..."

With that said, Jiang Zhou turned his head to look at Winston not far away, who was looking at him as if he was facing a big enemy.

At this moment, as long as he focuses his eyes, even a strand of hair on the opponent's head or a pore on the face, he can see all the details clearly.

Eye Tracking Cornea...

"Brother Liao, are you okay?"

With the gun still pointed at Liao Qi's head, Winston asked nervously.

Pointless……

Looking at the pistol still pointed at his head, Jiang Zhou suddenly thought.

The so-called "minimum precautions" that Winston said earlier are completely meaningless.

Even though the distance between the two sides is about ten meters, as long as he has this idea, rushing to grab the opponent's gun and wringing the opponent's neck is like playing.

With the increase of the grasshopper-shaped strengthening ligament, the distance of ten meters is a matter of one step and one second for him.

"I didn't have anti-social thoughts, and I didn't feel like I wasn't like myself... so it should be okay?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhou raised his hand and replied.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

The other party confirmed again.

If something happens, you are already a corpse now...

Jiang Zhou complained silently in his heart, and then said:

"It's really fine. How's the situation outside now? Do you need me to go out and help?"

"I don't know... It's been ten minutes. Booker hasn't come back yet. It shouldn't be. But all in all, the outer guards cooperated with G72-Wolfdog to repel an attack from the opponent. Two people were injured and withdrawn. You can go there and help replace it."

Seeing that Liao Qi was able to ask questions in such an orderly manner, Winston put down the gun in his hand, but still held it tightly.

"You mean, in such ten minutes, they only launched one attack?"

Jiang Zhou asked suspiciously.

"There's only one way to get here, and we've deployed crossfire, and they can't get in without high-level regulators."

replied Winston.

"Where are the kids?"

Jiang Zhou asked.

"The safe house has wired communication with this place, and we will confirm it every two minutes. And the security measures at the safe house are not bad, don't worry..."

As if in response to his flag, the phone on the desk rang.

Since it was less than two minutes since the last security confirmation, Winston immediately grabbed the phone the moment he heard the ring.

"Okay, okay, I see, I'll send someone to pick him up right away..."

Putting down the phone, Winston's face was ashen.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhou asked.

"Aunt Huo said that she just remembered that a child did not hide in the safe house with them."

"who?"

An ominous premonition welled up in Jiang Zhou's heart.

"Xia Hu, he was left alone to do the problems in the study room, and Aunt Huo forgot about it when he was evacuated."