Steel steam and flame

Ideas have been colliding in his head. These savings are enough for him to go to the Far Sea Commonwealth, find a mechanic with better skills, and improve the materials and subsequent upgrades of his mechanized transformation parts. If funds are invested in this, substantial improvement will be visible. But when you invest in a surgical development project, you only get a piece of information, the usefulness of which is unknown, and the completion time is at least two to three years.

Pigu knew that not only in the Later Phase Continent, but also in the Left Phase and Right Phase Continents, surgical development of various depths was the unchanging mainstream, and mechanized transformation only existed in a small group of people. This group is divided into two extremes. One is because there is no surgical development project resources and no way to obtain them, so they have to carry out mechanized transformation. The other one never lacks anything in his hands, and the mechanized transformation is also to coordinate with his own surgical development project. Whether it is materials or technology, the latter are customized and implemented by top scientific research teams.

The difference between the poor and the rich is probably best reflected in this point.

After suppressing his thoughts, Pigu poured another glass of wine and drank it. His stomach was slightly warm due to the effect of alcohol. He took a few steps back to his position, and then thought about the possibility of Lieutenant Colonel Cromwell marginalizing him, and his judgment on where to use the savings in the past few years. Pigu felt The constant beeping sound and the patrol reports that cycled every few minutes made people feel more upset than ever.

"I'll go out and take a look. I'll be back in about an hour." Pigu stood up and picked up his communicator. "Keep an eye on the patrols in each area. If anything unusual happens, notify me immediately."

Most of the main control room is located underground. After Pigu went up the stairs, the weak cool breeze finally calmed him down a lot. Not knowing where he was going, Pigu walked aimlessly along the concrete road in front of the main control room. The patrols he met on the way did not forget to nod and say hello. When there was only the light of street lights around him, Pigu sat on a shelter nearby and sighed.

Two different thoughts were still struggling in his head. At this time, Pigu thought of the structure of the rebel forces, and recalled his experience of leaving the Kingdom of Chir to perform missions over the years. Finally, the figure of Acheson, who can be said to be the most powerful surgeon among the rebel forces, seemed to be standing in front of Pigu.

These things became the driving force behind Pigu's decision at the moment, making him seem to have found a direction in his thinking struggle. After making up his mind, Pigu realized that he might really be an impatient person. After walking out of the main control room, although he wandered around the air defense base without any purpose, when Pigu came back to his senses, he realized that his direction had always been towards the resting place of the temporary captain of the imperial surgeon team.

When the air defense base was built, it was designed according to the layout of most factories. Several accommodation buildings that match the area of ​​the factory are about a hundred meters apart from the iron sheet sheds, with grass, a few groves, and some common trees in the middle. Exercise facilities are isolated.

From a distance, there are lights on several rest floors. Pigu searched for it, and through the gaps between a few small woods, he saw that the light was still on in the room of the temporary captain Freeman. He had been slightly suppressed, and the mood that wanted to wait until the daytime came back again tomorrow.

My mood became slightly excited, and my thoughts started running very fast. Pigu was thinking about how to get what he wanted at the least cost possible. A part that can be saved is a part. Even if it is a small amount, several important parts and materials in the body can be replaced later. He looked so attentive as he walked through the green belt that Pigu didn't react at all to the withered silence around him. Sounds and other electrical signals converted by the ears were probably automatically ignored by him as garbage-like feedback.

After leaving the green belt, Pigu slowed down, looking like a careful child carrying a huge sum of money to the store to buy his favorite toys. He knew that surgical development data was a precious thing even in the Saint Dorag Empire, so when he slowed down, he was thinking hard about how to make the other party attracted by his conditions.

Arriving at a rest building, Freeman's room was on the first floor. He was given captain-level treatment. Freeman was the only one on the entire first floor, the same as Pigu himself. And as far as the air defense base is concerned, there is a huge difference between the number of people and the number of rooms on the rest floors of several buildings, and the rooms are very wealthy.

Suppressing his emotions, Pigu called out "Captain Freeman". Just when he was about to knock on the door, he saw that the door naturally opened a crack, and some light immediately leaked out. His eyes moved downwards. At the door handle, the iron sheet wrapped with a thick layer of wood was slightly decayed. Under the light, Pigu's pupils immediately shrank.

The door was supposed to be locked, but it would fall apart. It seemed that... no, the lock body that acted as a "lock" had been completely corroded by some kind of strong acid, and a section of the lock body was still left in the wall.

The moment Pigu took a deep breath, he walked sideways to the door, kicked it open, and while pulling out his pistol, he also took out his communicator. The general control room must be notified to put all personnel on the highest level of alert, and be prepared to report the situation to the mine at any time after the situation is determined. Although he was reluctant to come here, Pigu knew the importance of the air defense base.

"Chi!" The sound of friction immediately echoed in the corridor. Before Pigu could press the button on the communicator, a tactical knife came from behind and accurately found several pieces of his neck embedded between the protective alloy plates. The gap pierced the entire throat. The attacker immediately let go of the tactical knife and gave the communicator in Pigu's hand a sharp claw, causing it to shatter into pieces in Pigu's hand.

Completely unprepared, Pigu never even noticed that there was someone hiding behind him. Blood flowed uncontrollably from his throat and mouth. Pigou immediately twisted his neck, turned and rushed into Freeman's room.

His rapidly beating heart and insufficient air supply left him no time to identify the smell in the room. But the blood that had flowed to the floor was enough to indicate that Freeman had been dead for several minutes. Not daring to stop with his feet, Pigu rushed directly towards the window. He was still three or four meters away when he jumped up and crashed into it. When he jumped up, he raised his left arm behind his head at the same time. With a clicking sound, the thin clothes there were shattered, and the thin alloy bars rotated in a spiral, and instantly expanded into a dense umbrella rib shape. , protecting most of his body.

But no gunshots were heard. When the curtain on the window was less than ten centimeters away from him, he felt a pain in his ankle as if it was being clamped severely by pliers. The time in Pigu's eyes stopped briefly at this moment. A pulling force made him helplessly watch the ten centimeters of concrete being enlarged in an instant. Then the balance of his body was destroyed, and he fell to the ground at a very fast speed.

After touching the ground, Pigu twisted his body, using his waist to push himself back into a ball. He kicked his other foot backwards, trying to get away from the enemy. He also turned his right hand at the same time, pointing the muzzle of the gun at his caught foot. But the enemy moved faster. A tactical knife preceded all his thoughts and actions, directly grazing the alloy plates on his stomach and moving forward. The knife penetrated his jaw and stabbed into his head.