Marvel's Kamen Rider Chronicles

Ebert easily grasped the fist punched by the card repairer in front of him, felt and measured the strength, and then directly grabbed the card repairer and swung it to the side as a weapon, knocking away four or five people in other directions.

Other card-repairing combatants rushed over.

"Is this the only level of modified and enhanced combatants you can create by repairing cards? The technology given to you by Consortium B has produced such a defective product, which is a bit disappointing to me." Ebert said while talking to numerous repairmen.

The card cyborgs were fighting each other while still being able to comment on them. It was more like a cat playing with a mouse than fighting, and they could even tease them by the way.

"Aren't there some stronger combatants?" Ebert shot a beast-shaped transformer in the head with a shot, and said sarcastically: "If the level of repairing cards is only this level, it won't take a while.

, they all have to be solved by me.

It doesn't matter if I don't have a lot of fun, but if the technology of the consortium only transforms these inferior gadgets, I'm afraid you will disappoint Consortium B.

Maybe the consortium will consider stopping funding your card repairs if they don't want to be eliminated from this game.

Then hurry up, if you have any other trump cards, don’t hide them, take them out and test them for me.”

A huge stream of data flowed through Dr. Zola's eyes, analyzing Ebelt's various data.

"Regardless of strength, speed or defense, are the Cyborgs that overwhelmingly surpass me? Blood Submersible? Is this the technological power of the consortium? How on earth was this suit of armor made?"

"Dr. Zola, isn't No. 1 almost completed? Ordinary modified and enhanced combatants are obviously unable to pose any effective threat to this invader's blood dive. It's better to dispatch No. 1.

Think of it as a practical debugging experiment for No. 1." Pierce suggested on the screen when he saw that the battle situation was unfavorable.

"That's all it can do. Although No. 1 has not been completely completed, there is no stronger combat capability in the base.

And it does require an actual battle to test, collect data, and complete the final debugging, transformation and strengthening." Dr. Zola nodded, connected to the base's internal network, started the program of the lowest laboratory, and transferred his most outstanding transformation results so far.

——'No.1' wakes up.

In just a short time after Dr. Zola awakened 'No. 1', the battle was over in a devastating manner.

These ordinary card-repairing, modified and enhanced combatants are just some experimental products. They cannot break the defense of Ebert's blood-submersible armor at all, and their speed power is overwhelmingly crushed.

Although they were fighting more and less, the situation was completely one-sided. Ebert alone suppressed dozens of combatants and fought them. In just a few minutes, the nearly 100 card-repairing and transformed combatants were defeated by Ebert.

Bert knocked them all down.

"If you want to get technical support from the consortium when repairing cards, then show your value, otherwise the consortium may have to reconsider supporting another target."

Ebert put the gun on his shoulder, pointed the eye part of the helmet directly at the camera, and said loudly.

"Wait a moment, your Excellency. I have awakened Xiuka's latest biochemical transformation results. I will not disappoint you. Please wait patiently for a moment." Dr. Zola sent a message to Ebert through the radio in the base. He

I don’t want to lose the superb technical support of Consortium B.

"Okay, I'll just wait a few minutes." Ebert leaned against the wall and said.

A few minutes later, Ebert heard a burst of footsteps in the passage from far to near. Each sound was as dull as a heavy object falling to the ground, and there were several seconds between them.

The sound got closer and closer, and finally a man about 1.9 meters tall, with a tough face and mechanical eyes appeared in front of Ebert. He jumped from the passage nearly 20 meters away to Ebert in one step.

In front of special.

"This is 'No. 1', a super combat soldier transformed by combining Xiuka's current highest biochemical and mechanical technologies." Dr. Zola's voice came, introducing Ebert as if he was introducing his beloved baby.

road.

"Number 1?" Ebert's face hidden under the blood-submersible armor outlined a meaningful smile. Of course, Dr. Zola could not see this smile.

"Come on." Ebert waved his hand casually.

As Dr. Zola's instructions were conveyed, No. 1 began to transform. Nano-metal like mercury flowed out of the body, covering the whole body, and the skin, muscles and bones mutated into horny cells like insect shells.

The nano-metal and the mutated horny muscles and bones of the body are fused to form a set of full-coverage armor. The muscle lines on the body fit perfectly with the metal armor, forming a strange power beauty of the unity of life and machinery.

After the transformation was completed, No. 1 jumped up without saying a word, and struck Ebolt with wind pressure with one punch.

Facing No. 1's punch, Ebert calmly stretched out his hand to meet it, choosing to receive the punch head-on.

The intersection of fists and palms caused a blast of air and a roar, setting off a strong air shock wave in the small space. The body of the Xiuka fighter lying on the ground next to him was directly blown away by the air wave.

Although Ebert still didn't put in much effort to block No. 1's attack head-on, he still left about four to five centimeters of footprints on the ground and took a step back.

After No. 1's punch was blocked by Ebert, there was no pause at all. Only the insect-like compound eyes of the armored head flickered, and he punched one after another, displaying superb fighting techniques from various schools with great proficiency.

Fierce attacks were launched at Albert from all directions.

Ebert also carefully put the gun away from his waist and responded to No. 1's attack with both hands.

During the melee between the two, the wall originally made of alloy became riddled with holes, twisted and sunken, and the ground made of high-strength concrete was broken like a spider web, with gravel flying.

Although the power carried by No. 1's punches and kicks is extremely huge, even a main battle tank can be overturned by No. 1's strength.

But during the fight, every attack from No. 1 was blocked by Ebert with ease.

Seeing that No. 1 could not gain any advantage for a long time, Zola immediately conveyed the final attack command. No. 1 flew up and gathered all the biological and mechanical energy in his right leg. The entire right leg lit up because of the overflowing energy.

A flying kick to Ebert.

Ebelt saw the energy gathered by No. 1 bursting out with visible brilliance in his legs. He stood still slightly, got serious, charged up his right fist, and the nebula gas energy of the blood submersible armor surged, and his right fist swirled around the nebula energy smoke.

, punched No. 1’s flying kick.

The punches and kicks collided and struggled with each other. The energy that escaped distorted the surrounding air and erupted into a burst of dazzling light that made it difficult for people to look directly.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, but in the end Ebert was the winner, knocking Number One away with one punch and hitting the metal wall. His whole body was embedded in the wall, leaving a huge human-shaped mark.

Number 1 hanging on the metal wall looked extremely miserable. The armor on his right leg was densely damaged, like a piece of broken porcelain, and a large amount of blood (tentatively considered blood) flowed from the wound.

However, No. 1's self-healing ability is very powerful. He struggled to get himself out of the wall. At the same time, the muscles inside the broken armor were squirming, and the injuries were bonded and restored at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was back to normal in less than half a minute.

During this period, Ebert had been standing aside, observing with interest as if watching a play, without any intention of pursuing the victory.

"Yes, this is more or less the same. The technical information provided by the consortium is not in vain." After seeing No. 1's recovery ability, Ebert said with a praising tone, just like after purchasing the product from a merchant, he said:

The attitude of product evaluation.

"No. 1 combines nanotechnology and biochemical genetic technology, and the two complement each other, giving No. 1 an extraordinary self-healing ability." Dr. Zola's voice came.

Ebert touched his chin, nodded and said: "Let's stop here for today, I still had a lot of fun, and we will have opportunities to communicate in the future.

Also, I’d like to give you a piece of advice, don’t test the bottom line of the consortium by overestimating your capabilities, otherwise the people who come next time may not be as easy to talk to as me.”

The nebula gas from Ebelt's body directly ejected and extended, turning into two huge semi-energy entity cobras, circling towards No. 1. The speed of these two cobras was not slow, and it was difficult to avoid in the narrow space.

Hao only threw a few punches, but was unable to dodge and was directly entangled by two cobras, unable to move.

At this time, Ebert stepped aside and hit No. 1 on the head with a heavy punch, causing the nebula gas to penetrate.

Number 1 immediately collapsed and lost control.

"What's going on? No. 1 lost control." In the conference room, Dr. Zola, although he had no expression because his body was made of mechanical anti-biotics, the rapid flash of light in his eyes clearly expressed his shock.

"Although the chip that controls No. 1 is stored in his head, a simple object impact will never affect the chip's future control!

According to my design, unless the No. 1 head armor is destroyed, it is impossible to affect the chip."

"I took this number one away, just think of it as a small price you paid.

Then, ciao (goodbye)."

Ebert carried No. 1, waved gently, as if saying goodbye to a friend, then raised his hand and shot the monitor in front of him.

"Send personnel to the scene immediately to check the situation." After the camera was destroyed by Ebert and the image of the scene was lost, Dr. Zola immediately ordered personnel from the base to be dispatched to investigate the situation.

"What is the purpose of the consortium taking away No. 1? Does it want to use our hands to create super soldiers for them?"

"No, judging from the previous battles, the blood submarine armor of the consortium is obviously much more powerful than the No. 1 modified by Dr. Zola."

"Or is it that they swaggered into the Xiuka base as if they were in an uninhabited land, and took away No. 1, which Xiuka had transformed using the most cutting-edge technology, just to show us their strength and intimidate us?"

Many Hydra leaders on the screen in the conference room discussed.

"No. 1 was taken away by Consortium B. Will it affect your subsequent technology development?" Pierce asked Dr. Zola.

"It doesn't matter, I have collected all the battle data before No. 1, and it will not have any impact on the subsequent transformation experiment." Zola shook his head and said, with light shining in his eyes.

"More powerful transformation and improvement are needed. No. 1 is not enough, far from enough!" Dr. Zola thought to himself.