At the edge of the Death Desert, mechanical attackers suddenly appeared and messed up the town that the Black Hand had just occupied.
But with the Black Hand's axe sweeping the ground, the little troubles caused by these attackers were quickly wiped out, but things in the wasteland are always so bad.
Before they could enjoy the joy of victory, the leader of the Eternal Life Society gave them a "big surprise".
A missile loaded with a small nuclear warhead was rapidly flying towards the edge of the Death Desert. This little cutie didn't even need to accurately lock onto the whereabouts of the Black Hand.
All it needs is a subtle airburst when it comes above the town, and that's enough to solve all the problems.
This is actually the idea that Jiang Zemin still thinks about.
As long as the explosion radius is large enough.
As long as the equivalent is large enough.
There is no target that cannot be bombed.
It's a crude and simple idea, but it works quite well in practical applications.
"Hmm? The nuclear strike has ended?"
Rogge, who was in a dilemma on the ground, suddenly noticed that the harsh warning sound from the chip had disappeared. He looked up with a cigar in his mouth, looking stunned.
I saw a ball of fire at the end of the sky behind me, but it definitely couldn't be the mushroom cloud of a nuclear explosion...
The power is too small.
And the direction of the explosion was not right.
Not only Rogge was shocked, but everyone around him was looking at the sky stupidly at this moment, and some guys were already kneeling on the ground.
They prayed to some god they had heard of with unprecedented sincerity.
Although it is unlikely that they have experienced a nuclear war at their age, the concept of nuclear weapons is an absolute taboo in this wasteland created by the nuclear war.
It has been described as Satan, the King of Hell, or any god representing death in mythology, and has been criticized and insulted by countless people and countless schools of thought.
There are also some guys with stupid brains who madly worship this destructive power.
Even among the six major forces in the wasteland, there is a strange city-state that combines politics and religion and believes in the power of atoms. They call themselves the Oasis of Order.
But no matter what kind of person he is.
No matter what beliefs one holds, no one would want a nuclear bomb to explode on his head again. From this point of view, it is not difficult to understand the prayers of these wastelanders in the current situation where they are targeted by nuclear bombs.
"What did Jiang do?"
Rogge turned around and stared at Ruyue, who was pale behind him.
He questioned:
"Are all of you monks monsters? Can you withstand a nuclear bomb?"
"Well, it's probably not what you think."
At this moment, it was difficult for Ruyue to describe her feelings in words. She could only say vaguely:
"The physical body that can withstand the nuclear bomb should at least be at the spiritual cultivation realm. Don't worry about this realm concept. The boss may have used other methods... and more.
You should call him boss too!"
"Ha ha ha ha"
At this moment, Rogge laughed out loud, and all the pressure in his heart was released. He looked back at the ruins of the town behind him with a relaxed look, and snapped his fingers.
He said coldly to the people behind him:
"Su, take our people and guard the entrance to the underground bunker! Find all the EMP weapons you can find and throw them all down!"
Su, whose face was covered in black and gray due to Lao Jiang's electric shock, responded and rushed towards the town with combat engineers and Black Hand soldiers in the lingering dust.
"As for you."
Rogge looked back at Ruyue, then looked at the sky.
He exhaled a puff of thick smoke and said:
"Let's go, let's go pick up the boss who created a miracle."
As he spoke, Black Fox took a step towards the Bigfoot next to him, but under Ruyue's surprised gaze, his legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.
Roger waved his hand awkwardly, holding the car door and said:
"Well... it's my first time being bombed by a nuclear bomb, so I'm a little uncomfortable. But I can't show my weakness in front of my little brother. Forget it, you drive. I'll take a break. My legs are still a little weak."
On the other side, Jiang Xia was free falling in the air.
From a height of three or four thousand meters, without a parachute, the speed of falling all the way to the end is quite amazing, but Lao Jiang has already fallen halfway.
His speed was not as fast as expected.
"Ground altitude 2874 meters, activate the gliding prosthetic module!"
"Error! Glider not detected!"
"Ground altitude 2754 meters, activate the jet deceleration module!"
"Error! Jet Retarder Module not detected."
"Ground height..."
"Shut up!"
Jiang Xia was annoyed by the constant alarms and error messages about missing prostheses in his mind. He shouted viciously to block out all the error messages.
Then he focused his attention back on the Magic Cube in his hand.
Lao Jiang's hands kept fiddling with the Rubik's Cube, making a clicking sound.
He was calculating the height and the speed of his fall.
After a few seconds, he held the Rubik's Cube with his left prosthetic hand, and poured a bottle of Spirit Gathering Pill into his mouth with his right hand, squeezing out a trace of spiritual power and injecting it into the Rubik's Cube.
It's not for activating the ink array.
But it is for more precise control direction.
On the side facing the ground, the combination of first and second order ink symbols in the nine squares was activated for a moment, and a faint light flickered.
Five Elements Spirit Array, First Order, Great Wind Hammer.
"Bang"
A muffled sound.
The spiritual power was blasted towards the ground in the form of a strengthened wind hammer. The violent reaction force pushed Lao Jiang to hover in the air for a moment, and his speed was completely reduced to zero.
Then continue to fall.
He repeated this process over and over again, and it took him a full ten minutes to descend to a safe height of about three hundred meters, but he soon noticed.
I fell into an unknown area.
This should be the halfway point between the Death Desert and the Free Citizen City, in the center of a large hill that looks like a small mountain range. The terrain here is neither a desert nor the strange brown color of the town.
But a quagmire.
The area seems quite large.
High in the sky, Lao Jiang could smell the foul odor brought by the wind, like a pile of bones piled together and fermented for decades.
This thing is no longer simply disgusting.
It was a true biological attack.
The chip even sounded an alarm for poison invasion, but fortunately, Lao Jiang had the Sixteen-Leaf Green Silk Magical Treasure "given" by Senior Brother Chu Qiao in his right hand.
This magic weapon has a very useful passive effect.
Immune to all poisons.
It sounds impressive, and the actual effect is also impressive.
All poisons below the realm of truth , whether natural, synthesized by poison masters, or the effects of poison techniques mixed with spiritual energy, will be suppressed to the lowest level.
Apart from being disgusting, this biological attack has very limited lethality to Lao Jiang.
But the bad thing is, the quagmire is not a no-man's land.
As Lao Jiang continued to fall to a height of 100 meters, the prosthetic left eye expanded and contracted several times, allowing him to see the situation below clearly. His expression became more and more weird.
Because in the swamp below, a group of strangely shaped creatures noticed him.
And these guys whose appearance is hard to describe, look very much like upright lizards, and seem to be ready to receive the 'takeout' that falls from the sky.
Then, we had a feast.
Thirty minutes later, the hum of Bigfoot's engine sounded at the edge of the swamp. As Ruyue stepped on the brakes, Roger, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the door and jumped out.
He took a few steps forward and looked at Boss Jiang in front of him.
The latter was sitting on the corpses of more than a dozen "lizard men" with a severed monster head in front of him. It seemed that Lao Jiang was bored, so he did an autopsy experiment.
The experience of wrestling with a group of monsters in the mud is undoubtedly terrible, as can be seen from Rogue's action of covering his nose.
"What are these things?"
Jiang Xia asked with a sour face and blew out a smoke ring.
Rogge walked forward, looked at Jiang Xia with disdain, and then extended his hand to him.
explain:
"They have a very complicated and cumbersome scientific name, but we generally call them 'radiated worms'. The origin of this thing is difficult to explain, so you can understand it as a 'historical legacy'.
Let’s not talk about them now.
Time to go home, boss."
——
At four o'clock in the morning, large areas of tents were set up outside the abandoned town.
Su and a group of combat engineers temporarily built a warehouse to store weapons and vehicles. Rogge also requisitioned this place and was conducting some research.
It was quiet at this late hour.
Most people were tired after a day's work and took a rest.
The hired Wasteland Rangers were sent to help in several other towns that were being attacked by another group of the Black Hand.
These guys have bad intentions.
Many of them secretly accepted the bounty from the Free Citizen City and wanted to get the heads of Rogge and others, but today's battle showed the terrifying combat power of the Black Hand.
There are also some "supernatural" powers that are rumored to be miraculous and seen by many people, which terrify these barbaric, superstitious and violent wasteland elements.
They immediately changed from evil-minded bastards to extremely loyal mercenaries, and they were so capable of execution that they fled the razed place overnight following Rogge's orders.
Of course, there are also complaints and hatred towards the Eternal Life Society.
When the nuclear bomb flew over before, they were also within the explosion range.
Damn it!
That lunatic Emma is using them as cannon fodder.
The little money that the Eternal Life Society pays is not enough for me to risk my life! Very good, so from now on, this war will change from being a war for money to a personal vendetta!
I can't get rid of the anger in my heart unless I smash the heads of a few Eternal Life Society fanatics overnight!
"Look, a lonely old man, staying up late at night, using his own hands to relieve his loneliness, how pitiful."
A teasing voice came from the warehouse door.
Rogge, who was dismantling an attacker robot, replied without even looking up:
"You enjoyed it? It was nice to have fun with a lady on a motorcycle, right?"
"It's called cultivation. Don't comment on things you don't understand, okay?"
Lao Jiang, wearing a wasteland-style vest, loose trousers and combat boots, walked into the warehouse while blowing smoke rings. He walked to Rogge's workbench and took a look at the robot that had been disassembled into parts.
He frowned and said:
“This thing is not what I imagined.”
"Yes, it's different. Not only you haven't seen it, I haven't seen it much either."
Rogge shook the oil off his fingers, picked up a mechanical head from his side, placed it in front of him, picked up a small impact drill, and nodded at Jiang Xia.
explain:
"Hold it down for me. I want to take a look at its data core module. These things are so strange. Such a high degree of bionic design gives me a bad feeling."
Jiang Xia stretched out his left hand, and the five mechanical fingers exposed to the light moved precisely and clasped the human-sized mechanical head in front of him.
It seems that the Eternal Life Society has quite a lot of artistic talent.
The mechanical design of this helmet, especially the Y-shaped groove for the information radar, reminded Jiang Xia of some familiar memories.
"Buzz buzz buzz"
With a small impact drill, several hidden adaptive screws were removed around the skull with considerable skill, and the energy ring was carefully removed.
As Lao Jiang exerted force with his fingers, with a click, the helmet-shaped mechanical head was opened from the center.
This surprised Lao Jiang a little. He originally thought that the head was integrated, but he didn't expect that the cool helmet on the outside was actually a protective shell like a mask.
"Huh?"
The moment the internal structure was exposed, Jiang Xia and Rogge exclaimed at the same time.
The mechanical skull has many complex internal modules and is obviously a high-tech product. Various modules and data cables are arranged in the skull in a very precise manner.
But where the central data processing core should be, there are no common chips and slots. Instead, there is a semi-oval black box that looks like a cut egg.
The familiar shape made Roger narrow his eyes.
He glanced at Jiang Xia, whose face also looked unhappy. It was obvious that he had roughly guessed what this thing was.
"Click"
Rogge pulled the black box out of the skull with rough movements, and the densely packed black data optical fibers connected below were also roughly torn off.
Jiang Xia picked up a wrench, blew out a puff of smoke, and tapped it gently, making a sound of metal colliding and the sound of internal liquid vibrating.
In the warehouse late at night, the two men's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.
"You coming? Or should I?"
A wisp of blue plasma cutting flame spurted out from the index finger of Boss Jiang's left hand. He glanced at Rogge, who pursed his lips and took a step back.
Made a "please" gesture.
"Buzz"
As the plasma flame slid little by little along the edge of the completely sealed black box, Rogge also fumbled to pull out a cigarette and held it to his lips.
He sat in the chair, staring at the box that was being opened.
A minute later, as the inner layer of the box was cut open, a strong smell very similar to formaldehyde came out.
Jiang Xia pulled open the cut iron sheet like opening a can.
He took a look inside, then shook his head, turned it over and showed it to Roger.
"Bang"
At this moment, Black Fox's fist slammed heavily on the workbench.
It represented the anger and unwillingness in the heart of this wasteland biologist, while Jiang Xia shrugged his shoulders and waited for the summary of Rogge, the professional.
After several minutes of silence, Roger sighed.
He took off the rubber gloves on his hands and said to Jiang Xia in annoyance:
"The good news is that Emma has not yet completed the soul encoding project. These 'executors' are just test subjects."
“The bad news is that although she has not yet mastered the seamless conversion of human brain neural signals and mechanical data signals, she has completed this task in a very cunning way.
This ambush was obviously a test of new weapons.
She already had the data she needed.
If we don't speed up, she'll probably start mass-producing 'Executors'."
"I just have one question."
Jiang Xia threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, raised his head and looked at Rogge.
explain;
"How many people are there in Free Citizen City now?"
"Five hundred and seventy thousand."
Roger pursed his lips and said:
"Excluding children with mental disabilities and elderly people whose brains have begun to age, Emma can conservatively estimate that she can find at least 450,000 qualified people."
"Snap"
Lao Jiang snapped his fingers and said to Rogge in a relaxed tone:
"Now, don't say I don't take care of you.
I stored the star array in your base before to prevent this kind of situation. Although the Red Moon World is also fucked up, it is at least better than the situation you are facing now.
Think about it, Roger.
It's still not too late to immigrate to another world before Emma's 450,000 executors destroy the wasteland."