Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

"What is that! Why is my Iron Knight gone?"

Vladimir, the theoretical legal ruler of Latvia, was wrapped in a precious velvet blanket, and his hands were full of fine wines he had never drunk before, and treasures he had never seen before.

Yes, although Vladimir is thousands of times richer than the average living standard of Latvians, if the average living standard of locals is one, the world's average living standard is two to three hundred.

Vladimir is a lord who longs for power and a prosperous world, but he cannot enter modern society even if he scratches his head. He burns, kills, loots, and digs to the ground, but he can only extract this from those poor people. money.

Sometimes he really wanted to kill all his unruly people, and then ask them in hell: Why are you so poor?

Even if you are poor, you still run around when collecting taxes, which is a waste of manpower and material resources.

If the average living standard of Latvians is one, then the wealth level of the Roxon Group must start in the trillions, which is simply immeasurable.

As long as he gets a little benefit, this so-called Grand Duke will lick the smelly feet of the foreign millionaire like a dog and bark. It just so happens that as long as the foreign millionaire shows off a little bit and calls him a "noble nobleman", he doesn't even feel it. I am a puppy.

He may even have the illusion that he is a noble aristocrat, and that overseas wealthy people are just a group of businessmen without legitimacy.

This is his birthright!

But he is not a fool. He knows very well how powerful the Iron Knight is. His daily pleasure now is to play the role of an omniscient and omnipotent king in his imagination in the noble monitoring room, watching the civilians succumb to fear.

Until one of the surveillance images suddenly turned into noise.

Then there seemed to be constant thunder in the sky.

Is there thunder in broad daylight?

"Disconnected."

A bearded guy with long hair was welding in front of the table, but when he heard something was going on, he quickly came over in a chair——

There are no prosthetics in Latvia. In fact, as a new industry, except for the Atlas Group, which has a lot of investment in samples and training, there are no wild prosthetics at all.

Outside the Atlas Group, every prosthetic doctor is a "technical practitioner" with something, such as Anton Vanke, who is currently assigned here to provide technical assistance to the Duke of Latvia.

This guy looks like he has bad skin. He is dirty with motor oil everywhere. He doesn’t like to wear well-dressed clothes. He has a cigarette in his mouth. He looks very slovenly, but his eyes are really sharp. If you look closely, he looks a little disdainful. — Chiefly to the Duke of Latveria.

He is now in the workshop, where he has performed hundreds of surgeries, successfully familiarized himself with the techniques he received, and completed the transformation of those civilians with mud-legged bodies.

His technique also improved as a result.

Vladimir looked at the workshop on the monitor and asked doubtfully, with a bit of irritation in his tone: "What do you mean offline? What line? Why is there a loud noise in the sky? Can it thunder in broad daylight?"

".It's a sonic boom."

"Sonic boom? What is sonic boom? Sound. Explosion? What are you talking about? Is it some kind of witchcraft?!"

Anton ignored the illiterate and immediately returned to the operating table.

"Something is attacking our camp. What is it?"

Anton kept calling cameras near the disconnection point: some of these cameras were placed near the stronghold, and some were on the guards.

The high-speed camera could almost only capture a black shadow - some extremely fast object fell from the sky and killed the huge Rhino mecha in an instant.

Although the image is blurry, judging from the outline, it is a black shadow of a human figure.

It matched perfectly with the target image his employer had sent him: a super combat armor that could fight in the air, powered by some technology that the Stark family had stolen from his father!

"It seems that the target we are looking for has come out on his own, and he is still alive and kicking."

"Is this the rogue man worth billions? I must capture him. This deal is so profitable."

Anton became increasingly speechless about his temporary client:

"Worthed in billions", "too profitable", "unruly".

This lord has a mysterious arrogance and is very stupid. In the Soviet Union, even primary school students may be more educated than him.

Although Leal is Anton's mission target and enemy, all fools know that if you can buy the head of "Doctor Doom" for a few billion, it may be the most profitable project in the universe.

Although this guy's net worth has not been calculated, before the Berry Kingdom split, his net worth was estimated to be in the trillions level.

The whole of Latveria is not as expensive as Doctor Doom's hair to tie up. I really don't know where this illiterate person got his confidence, and he still thinks that he is his "trickster".

If you want to say that the value can match his, it can only be yourself. You, the destroyer of Doctor Doom!

Perhaps the look of disdain was too obvious this time, so Vladimir got angry directly: "What's that expression on your face?! I'm warning you, my Iron Knight was bought by your master with real money!

Now give me more Iron Knights, since that guy jumps out, we have to catch him! Grab my billions!

I will dig three feet into the ground and search every inch of the land."

Anton no longer wanted to deal with this idiot, and began to carry out the final training of his own design without saying a word, while mobilizing the troops.

During this mobilization, he saw something interesting in the surveillance:

I saw those hungry and frightened refugees appearing outside the stronghold with firearms!

【Go to hell! Vladimir's lackey! 】

[Bastard, I’m here to take your life! 】

[Hang the Duke! 】

【For the king! 】

Anton was stunned when he saw this scene: How could these guys turn from refugees into thugs all of a sudden?

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Anton took another look and saw that although these guys were dressed in tatters and had sallow complexions and skinny muscles, they were much more energetic and energetic.

More importantly, there are flags behind them

A group of guys whose equipment is not good, but at least they have AKs and flags; a group of guys who can still see fear and fear, but are more angry, determined, and risk their lives.

An idea appeared in his mind: these people are not refugees, let alone thugs.

This is the resistance.

"Are you deaf?"

The noisy Duke was still barking.

Anton took out his ears and said impatiently: "Don't you know how to read it yourself? You still need to look for it? They have already knocked on the door!"

Vladimir looked at the screen after hearing this, with an incredible expression on his face: the sheep actually pointed his weapon at his soldiers!

This kind of humiliation is as humiliating as waving an iron pipe in his face and pouring engine oil on his face!

He was mad!

"Kill them! Kill them! Kill them all. Those who are still alive will be sold abroad as before!!!"

Anton immediately shut down the communication and even locked Vladimir in his own palace.

Although it was necessary for work, he couldn't stand this brainless idiot anymore.

[Sender: Anton Vanke]

[Recipient: Big Boss]

[Anton Vanke: The person you are looking for has arrived, but he seems to be starting a civil war again with those muddy legs. 】

[Anton Vanke: Since he has disrupted Latveria’s internal affairs, I will start to maintain peace. 】

[Big Boss: Just do it. 】