Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

boom!

The out-of-control helicopter crashed on top of the floating fortress, and a magnificent fireball erupted on the top of the fortress!

Dreykov in the control room was shocked and angry. He looked at Natasha on the console and roared: "What did you do! Kill her!!"

The stability of the floating fortress has completely failed. In theory, this strong sense of imbalance will make people unable to stand steadily, but Natasha quickly stabilized her figure——

This is a talent and an ability that has allowed her to thrive in decades of intelligence work, but this time is different. The enemies she faces are all as good as her!

Dozens of black widows stopped shaking with her at the same time and pounced on her!

Dreykov grabbed the wall and tried his best to activate the terminal on his arm:

[Dreykov: Kill the enemy! That bastard king thought he could storm the fortress, tell him he was wrong! 】

[Dreykov: A group of primitive people who don’t even use farm tools, this is simply]

Dreykov wanted to say "seeking death", but as he spoke, he also saw clearly the content on the terminal:

This small terminal is almost the final equipment of this fortress. Apart from the central console, it is the only thing that can control the fortress.

Similarly, this small terminal can also track the nanorobots in all black widows to track their physiological status, location, and mission progress.

This fort has hundreds of mature and ready-to-use black widows. As the fort's alarm sounded, they immediately went into battle——

But their numbers are dwindling fast!

His proud Black Widow army is collapsing!

boom!

The directional blast bomb directly penetrated the surface of the wall, and the fragments hit Dreykov hard on the head!

This sudden explosion also shocked Natasha:

When the wall was broken by the bomb, standing by the wall she could see the entire fortress falling apart!

Some kind of super soldier who moves extremely fast is blasting and shooting crazily around the outside of the wall. The black widow in the fortress can't do anything if she is passively beaten:

This warrior's speed is unimaginable, his shooting accuracy is almost perfect, and every explosion, fire suppression, and position-shifting kill are coordinated with incomparable precision.

Whoosh——

In the hole in the control room, three pilots suddenly broke in, and bullets, grenades and grenades were sprayed into the room as they broke in.

The bullets were fired in a row as if they had eyes. If those black widows who had the best chance to fight back raised their heads, they would be exposed to the hail of bullets. But if they did not raise their heads, grenades and grenades would be right next to them. !

boom!

The pilot crossed the battlefield, leaving the explosion behind. Natasha got up from the bunker and saw a mess:

This is the battlefield, the most brutal battlefield.

The Black Widows were beaten to pieces by this round of raids. Not only were their formations in disarray, but their bodies were also in disarray.

Even Natasha was surprised by the combat efficiency and cruelty of this mysterious force:

There was no communication, they were filled with murderous intent!

boom--

Explosions continued from inside the fortress, and the pilots shuttled between the surface and inside the fortress at high speed, almost turning the hundreds-meter-high fortress into a meat grinder, just like the torture instrument known as the "Iron Maiden" in the Middle Ages:

This torture instrument looks like an iron coffin on the outside, but the inside of the coffin is full of sharp nails!

When the coffin bites, the person locked inside can only face his miserable death——

"No"

Several fragments were inserted into Dreykov's head, blood flowed from his round head, and his eyes were full of fear.

Just a few dozen minutes ago, this fortress had been his proudest masterpiece.

Just a few dozen minutes ago, he was immersed in the joy of being looked up to by ants, watching the ants trembling, crawling and running away, imagining that one day he would unify Europe and even the world.

After dozens of minutes, everything was in vain:

The so-called "fortress" was completely penetrated in a few minutes; the so-called "warrior" was shattered under a few attacks;

so-called dignity

Bang!

Lear's heavy mechanical body descended into the control room, making a heavy sound.

Dreykov only felt that the voice seemed to step on his heart.

Never had he made such a loud noise as he himself had set foot in the fortress, just like the girls he had asked him to, and the whole fortress was running in silence.

The Fortress, like his conspiracy, operates secretly without anyone knowing, controlling the situation around the world.

But Lille is different. The real king steps on the ground, and every step is sonorous.

Leal scanned the scene and saw several black widows still lingering. Normally, he would never be merciful to his enemies.

But he wouldn't kill a defenseless prisoner either.

Lear's eyes were not able to read expressions like human eyes and faces, and the metal body on his body showed extraordinary combat capabilities. Natasha could feel the threat just by looking at Lear, so she hurriedly said:

"Your Majesty, these black widows are just brainwashed children."

"I won't kill the prisoners. I'll give you 5 minutes. After 5 minutes, I won't leave anyone alive."

Natasha was so anxious that she bowed slightly: "Thank you for your kindness."

Natasha had a lot to say.

The first time he met Lear, he was a young entrepreneur who was just starting out and the most eye-catching little genius in the United States.

The second time, Atlas had become a giant, New York was thriving, and investors from all over the world were rushing to cling to Lille, and politicians were no exception.

The third time.

She had thought that she would never see this young man surrounded by powerful enemies again.

In a sense, she felt that she would never see that "young man" again.

Now standing in front of her was a king who was responsible for the lives and future of hundreds of millions or even billions of people.

The world changed really fast.

Natasha picked up the pistol on the ground, shot Drekov in the head, and began to rescue the sisters who were still alive on the ground.

Puff!

The octopus arm pierced into the control console, and the detection current was transmitted along the circuit to every position of the fortress. In just a moment, it broke through the original information security measures of the Red House.

At the same time, around the power room and the engine electronic control system, Christopher had led the team to capture these areas, and together with his Iron Pilot, he stabbed the data knife into them——

[Unknown intrusion detected, isolating.]

[Detected]

[Administrator access detected, welcome to you. ]

[Christopher: Your Majesty, the situation is good. We have not encountered too strong resistance. The equipment warehouse has been taken over. There are a total of 256 Rhinos and other types of exoskeletons here. ]

[Lille: Casualties? ]

[Christopher: 14 Pilots are confirmed dead and have been recovered. There are three seriously injured. They volunteered to continue fighting. ]

[Lille: Start the intelligent core, and the first batch of airborne Pilots will gather at the equipment warehouse. ]

[Christopher: Yes, sir. ]