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"Get up, trash!"

After getting scolded once again, Cage was going to go directly to the barracks without waiting for Sergeant Farrell. He was able to break free the handcuffs by himself, and just as he squeezed out of the crowd, a drop of rain fell on him. on the hair.

"It's raining?" Cage didn't take it too seriously. Today, he will go to Dr. Carter to see if he can find any more clues from the vision.

And Fisher let out a sigh of relief, "It's really good to rain!"

In a hurry back to the hangar, Fisher slipped out of a military computer, then went back to the office, kicked everyone out, turned on the computer by himself, entered the military communication network, and connected to the satellite.

Seahawk 4, this is the internal code name of the satellite that Fisher got. This is the latest high-frequency detection satellite put into use by the US military. Such a high-performance satellite is not used by the US military to monitor the European continent. Staring at the European coalition forces on the British Isles, Fisher didn't bother to explore the specific ideas, which was not a good thing anyway.

After entering the key and locking the back door, Fisher re-orbited the satellite from over Britain to France.

"General, one of our satellites has been hacked!"

Fisher controls the satellite. When the perverts searched for Omega along the river in France and Germany, the coalition headquarters was in chaos, and General Brigham's roar was about to break the roof.

"Quickly take back control of the satellite!"

"We can't take it back, sir, the other party has the highest authority!" A technical officer looked embarrassed.

"How is that possible, except I thought no one would have the highest authority! Not even the president!"

"But, sir, it is you who have the highest authority to control the satellite! And kicked us out!"

"My permissions?" Brigham turned on the computer and saw that it was really his own account, and the other party changed his username to America Great Again.

"Uh!" The general, who was surging with blood, almost sucked in his anger, but fortunately, he managed to lower his blood pressure at the last moment.

"Can you find the other party's location?"

"It's in the headquarters building!"

"Gendarmerie, find him for me and shoot him on the spot!" With the general roaring, dozens of red-capped military policemen in full uniform turned the six-story building upside down, but the damn hacker didn't When they were caught, three were caught in an office romance, one was lazy and slept, and the other was drugging the female officer.

"What the hell is going on here?" The military police were going crazy. They searched the server room three times, but they didn't even see a ghost. They only saw their satellite facing the European continent under the control of that unknown person. Scanning over and over again, what is the other party looking for? Why? I don't know at all.

"Contact NASA! We have to get the satellite back!"

The coalition military police and technicians who have entered a manic state have not noticed that in a very inconspicuous corner of the huge computer room of their server, there is a round thing similar to a sweeping robot. It is adsorbing under the server. The data cable is being connected to the server in the computer room.

That's why the hacker's server address is in the headquarters, and the other party is equivalent to the Internet next to their server.

Not to mention the command headquarters that is about to blow up, Fisher has also made new discoveries here. Although Omega is the mastermind of mimicry, this guy doesn't have any dangling spiritual links, or level 12 psionic fluctuations. To communicate with your subordinates, you have to use electromagnetic waves.

After processing six terabytes of pictures, the legion as processors finally found clues in the Langres plateau in France.

"Dense electromagnetic signals, and large-scale mimetic swarm movement!" Legion put the data in front of Fisher.

"The other party is escorting the VIP!"

"Follow the Yona River all the way west, merge with the Marne River and turn to the northwest, and finally arrive at Paris. The whole journey is smooth. According to the speed of the other party, it only takes about an hour!"

"Okay, knowing it's there!" Fisher closed the computer, unlocked control of the satellite, and quickly left the hangar.

He left the camp with ease and found the military vehicle he had driven before. Fisher went straight to the old place to release the Raven. According to the time, Omega would just arrive in Paris in the rain, and Fisher was ready to wait for the other party. The foothold is not stable, let's take a ruthless first!

Maintaining a height of 60,000 meters, the Raven hovers above Paris. The former fashion capital is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. The city is dilapidated and depressed, overgrown with weeds, and on the road full of abandoned vehicles, there are still other places. Less mimics are running wildly, and even the Eiffel Tower is missing half of the spire.

"Let's start!" Fisher raised his hand, and several mq101 unmanned attack drones emerged from the wormhole. Then these drones rolled in a light barrel and fell from a high altitude, and the belly magazine opened. Dozens of incendiary bombs were dropped before the mimetic anti-aircraft firepower was launched.

The bomb body is a round barreled incendiary bomb that cracks when it is still 100 meters away from the ground, throws the small and exquisite bullets inside, and then these bullets with air-explosion procedures are set to explode when they are five meters above the ground.

The charge doped with white phosphorus releases high temperature, igniting all objects in the covered area, including mimics. White phosphorus is attached to their bodies and burns continuously. Although mimics have no fearful thoughts, the burning sensation of their bodies still makes them feel uncomfortable. Many Mimics try to escape the area or jump into the water, and they also taint other Mimics with flames as they move.

The ten-kilometer radius with the Louvre as the center was covered, and the mimetic group brought by Omega was wiped out by this trick of justice.

Of course, if there were still residents living in Paris, Fisher would definitely not do this, but now Paris is equivalent to a dead city, no one can breathe, and Mimic will kill all the humans he encounters, and use it on aliens. Flame Fist can't be considered a massacre, can it be called a massacre for the guardians of mankind, that is a just trial!

After confirming that most of the ground was safe and the mimesis in the outer area was still chaotic, Fisher unceremoniously rushed into the Louvre with his robot army.

"Search for targets, blue alpha and larger-sized unknown creatures are VIPs, and the use of lethal force is prohibited. Other enemies, kill them all!" After giving the order, Fisher, who was accompanied by a team of robot guards, stalked freely. Walk leisurely in the ruins of the Louvre.

And the robot army he released started to clear the mimicry in every room and every corridor under the guidance of the Louvre Museum map uploaded to the processor long ago.

Omega, who sensed that something was wrong, desperately sent orders to nearby subordinates to ask them to come to the rescue, but the distance was too far. When some of the mimetic people who had escaped the air raid rushed to the Louvre, they greeted them again. It is the c12 brigade led by abd and black bass. The red energy beams are like lightning. Missiles and air-explosive grenades are wantonly harvesting the mimetic group that cannot dive in the reinforced concrete city. Some mimetic groups try to sneak through sewers and manhole covers. But standing on top of them are war machines ranging from dozens to dozens of tons, and their power is simply unmatched. After the drones in the air dropped the incendiary bombs, they began to sweep the ground with their cannons. There is nowhere to avoid mimetic swarms covering the entire street.

If these mimics were a little bit intelligent, they would understand the name of Fisher's incurable disease, the phobia of insufficient firepower!