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Chapter 518 Interception ([-])

"Mr. Gangka, where do you want to go in such a hurry?"

"The main force of Kron is no more than ten kilometers away from here, if you are sensible, get out of the way..."

"Damn Jon, if you want to die, don't drag us together!"

The whole convoy suddenly became noisy. Gangka got out of the car and knocked out a soldier's rifle. He turned around and looked at Turing who was standing still:

"Mr. Qianmian, please forgive us for leaving without saying goodbye. I think you should be very clear about the current situation. We are just some insignificant and small characters, embarrassing us will not bring you any benefits..."

Based on the experience of being overthrown at the first meeting, Gangka didn't think that his group could escape under Qianmian's personal interception, so he might as well get out of the car and reason.As for what ten kilometers... Can a random Banga mercenary be fooled by this word, can it be fooled by thousands of faces?

And it turns out that he made the right choice.

The low growl of the beast came from the shadow of the vehicle. In the astonished eyes of everyone, two huge foxes swelled and squeezed out the shadows, pacing slowly around them, obviously following them at some point behind.

And the moment they saw Notus, everyone tensed up.This biochemical beast made up of vicious hyphae all over its body brought a lot of psychological shadow to them.

"situation?"

Turing stepped forward slowly, with a bright red gleam in his eyes, approaching step by step:

"What situation?"

Gangka was about to say something, but the other party's words blocked his explanation in his throat:
"The chaos in Central Banga broke out in less than half an hour. How did you know about the 'situation'?"

"Don't talk about 'messenger' with me. None of your people have entered or left Montau City tonight. Not to mention tonight, even before that, few messengers have contacted you. The news of the chaos in the central region is blocked in the world High-level tree. How do you know?"

Gang Ka, who realized the loopholes in his language, was a little embarrassed, but Turing didn't give him time to think and explain. A pitch-black spike rose from the ground and pierced into his jaw suddenly, and the burst of sparks made the entire team members Qi Qi raises the gun:

"Stop! Stop!"

Gangka quickly raised his arms to signal his teammates to put down their guns: "He didn't kill me! Put down your fucking guns!"

Everyone stared at the extremely ordinary Qianmian in front of them, and finally put down their weapons under Gangka's order.

"I want to be honest, how did you get your information channels? You only have ten seconds to think."

Feeling that the exoskeleton covering the lower jaw has been pierced, and that he can easily penetrate the neuron array to reach his brain, Gangka only hesitated for a moment, and then told the whole thing about the extraterrestrial communication:
"Extraterrestrial communication, a special wartime communicator, achieves information exchange with another one through a separate satellite network. It requires a huge physical space capacity and harsh conditions of use, so its portable model can only be integrated in carbon On the base destroyer. ... There is no messenger, no continuous communication, only this thing."

Following Gangka's gaze, Turing looked at the carbon-based destroyer who was taller than Gangka, and gradually narrowed his eyes.

"So...you and Tushan talked on the phone."

"That's right...uh."

With a soft sound, fine sparks flickered instantly, and the spikes of the World Tree that emerged from the sand retracted instantly, and Gangka also put down his raised hands in a daze.

"What is the organization of the Crohn Group? Will Tushan lead the team himself?"

Gangka hesitated for another second, but thinking that the entire team is currently under the threat of death from underground mechanical roots, he could only answer Turing's question:

"It's mainly Qiantu Building and our Lost Light Company. One is responsible for the formation of armored forces, and the other is responsible for special operations. Due to the strong magnetic interference of Bangka, Sattar Communications' drones can only be used in the east and cannot go out. So Mainly responsible for logistics machinery.

As for the people above... Mr. Tushan is in charge of the security department, and he is also the second most influential person in Miguang Company for this Banga mission, so he should lead the team.And there will be a person from Qiantu Building, if there is no accident, the main team going to the central part should be in charge of the two of them..."

The Crohn Group in the east is composed of three troops participating in the Banga War, ranked from top to bottom in terms of volume: Qiertu Building, Lost Light Company, and Sattar Communications.Sattar, who mainly uses drone technology, was unable to play because of the particularity of the Banga battlefield, and was mainly responsible for logistics.That is, only two troops.

"very good."

Turing glanced at the army in front of him, and finally fell on the carbon-based saboteur in charge of extraterrestrial communication:

"I want to talk to Tushan."

"what are you going to do……"

"It's not about 'small roles.'"

Being demoted by Qianmian with his own rhetoric, Gangka didn't ask any more questions despite the fact that a few team members were a little upset, and could only follow suit.

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Eighty kilometers to the east of Bangka, a huge army raised billows of dust and marched roaring under the darkness of night.

In the heavy base vehicle, surrounded by the huge platform of the intelligent strategic map, Tushan confronted a slightly younger man. The soldiers around were silent, standing straight and nervous, and the air in the room was filled with There was a tense atmosphere.

The man in the combat uniform of Qiantu Building stared at Tu Shan coldly:

"What do you mean?"

"The current situation is not suitable for transporting a large number of troops to the central fortress. The situation in Huanglong Fortress is very strange, and the world tree is not easy to mess with. Our trip must pass through the northwest territory. Don't forget the world tree that was sent back by the messenger two days ago. Air defense intelligence, do you think our airlift plane can be faster than Mikton's warhead air strike pod?"

Tu Shan was expressionless, and stated the battle situation in the same cold tone, but this obviously failed to convince the other party:
"You are delaying the fighter plane! If you let the entire army march at the current speed, by the time we arrive, the Iceberg people may be here soon!"

"So I also said, first let my streamer troops airdrop into the central fortress to set up a small breakpoint communication station, so that we can receive low-latency battlefield information at the first time, and then your armored troops can plan tactics. And streamer The team can continue to conduct disruptive operations after the completion of the construction, they are the elite of the elite..."

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Let your streamer team enter first? Then why don't you let my end commando enter first? And you know it's a violation of international treaties..."

"Although the "Constructor Convention No. [-]" came first, Mikton has unilaterally tore up the treaty and used the boomer on the secondary battlefield, so there is no need for us to keep hiding it. Compared with Liu Guang, you Your End commandos are better suited for field assaults than special operations. Isn't my reasoning clear enough?"

The tit-for-tat two had brought the atmosphere in the command room of the base vehicle down to a freezing point. Both the adjutants and the guards around were silent, staring straight ahead, not daring to intervene or persuade in the slightest.

"I said... almost enough."

Finally, a slightly hoarse voice broke the silence.

The middle-aged man, who was separated from the two by an entire intelligent strategic map, took a sip of the e-cigarette, and a magnetic voice came from under the billowing smoke:
"Continuing to quarrel like this won't yield any results... Why don't both of you send troops out to find out the situation in the central battlefield first. What do you think, Mr. Longji?"

The silence lasted for two seconds, and the voice of the representative of Qiertu Building came:

"That depends on what Mr. Tushan means. After all, he is more professional than everyone present..."

"I'm just a small supervisor. In terms of professionalism, Mr. Long is better. There is no need to say more about Mr. Kulin. Since Mr. Long is so persistent, it is better to hand over our command in this operation to you." alright?"

"If Mr. Tushan is willing, then I will naturally do my part..." Longji also smiled, as if he would not refuse anyone.

Seeing that the two seemed about to quarrel again, the man smoking the e-cigarette had to stand up again, stepped in between the two from behind in a big circle, and placed his palms on the shoulders of the two:
"You two, you have been arguing for almost 10 minutes. If you continue to do this, do you still want to fight? How about taking a step back? Of course, Mr. Tushan, you don't have to do this. If you have any opinions and arrangements, let's talk about it. And work together…”

"I'm not interested in the command. Since Mr. Longji is so interested, you will also arrange the troops of the Misty Light Company. I won't say anything about this operation."

"This is the best way. It's the world of young people now. Mr. Tushan is a person who understands current affairs. Of course, after the operation is over, I will not forget to commend your achievements to Mr. Long..."

The two separated immediately, one walked towards the back cabin, the other started to arrange the battle plan on his own, the middle-aged man who stayed in the same place seemed a little redundant, he was stunned for a long time, and hurriedly chased towards Tushan :

"Mr. Tu, please stay behind..."

"Mr. Kulin, I hope your logistics are all ready, and I will arrange it here first. What do you think?"

The sudden sound of the dragon's spine made Kurin stop immediately, and he had to turn around:

"Everything is naturally headed by you."

After saying that, he quickly went through the hatch behind to catch up with Tushan, patted his shoulder again, and took out his electronic cigarette with a smile:
"Mr. Tu, have a bite?"

"I don't use what others have used."

Kurin had no choice but to take back his electronic cigarette:
"You also know that Longji is the main person in charge of this operation, and he is responsible for what happened..."

"If the operation fails, it is true that he will be responsible, but who will be responsible for my subordinates?" Tushan glanced at the smiling Kulin, "I have no opinion on who will be in command, and the troops of Miguang Company will be handed over to Longji. No problem, just don't touch 'my own people'."

"Mr. Tushan, you really don't need to be angry with that kid..."

"I didn't get angry with him. I said that I don't care who speaks and who commands. When this war is over, we will go back to our respective homes. I don't care what he wants. I have said what I have to say. "

Tushan's attitude can only make Culin shake his head helplessly, "Anyway, I'm afraid there will be a big battle tonight. Something happened to the Diamondbacks, so it's better to be in a hurry. Jeston is not someone to mess with." Mr. Long also asked us to avoid conflicts with the Miktons as much as possible, so we should minimize internal conflicts as much as possible. Don’t worry, I will let Longji keep your command right for you. This operation is indispensable. you."

Tu Shan was noncommittal, but just took out a cigarette from his pocket, and when he was about to light it, the rear compartment opened, and a reformer subordinate walked up quickly, and before he could speak, Kulin on the side put it away After smoking the electronic cigarette, he patted Tushan on the shoulder:

"I'll go to the command room first, and we'll be able to reach our destination within two hours at most."

Watching Kulin's figure disappear behind the hatch of the command room, Tu Shan withdrew his gaze.

It's personal.

In fact, Tu Shan was really not interested in who would be in command, and he wasn't even interested in tonight's unexpected situation, even though what he said just now seemed like angry words.

No matter what the final outcome of the Banga War is, he is infinitely close to his goal. Those things that are already in his hands are enough to cope with the changes in the next five years, and he can leave Miguang Company at any time.The so-called "swords are on the verge of breaking out" is just a bystander's perspective.

After all, no one wants to believe that he, Tushan, will give up the great results and achievements of tonight, especially Longji.

Turning his eyes back to his eyes, the subordinates who saw Ku Lin voluntarily leaving came to Tu Shan's side:
"Gangka asked for a call...they said it was urgent."

Tu Shan nodded, threw away the cigarette butt that had just been lit in his hand, and led his subordinates quickly through a section of the compartment door to the rear compartment of the base vehicle.

This heavy war base vehicle is constructed in three tiers.The top and second floors are mainly used for firepower weapons and maintenance cabins, while the bottom floor is composed of core command personnel. Although the joint operations are part of each other, the three parties have a tacit understanding, and each of the bottom cabins has set aside one as its own exclusive cabin. Those who stay here are his confidantes.

Although I don't know why Gangka, who had already started to evacuate, sent another communication, but they had just triggered it not long ago, maybe they were intercepted by World Tree, and Tushan was ready to talk to World Tree members.After asking his subordinates to open the shielding force field, Tu Shan picked up the communicator.

However, when the familiar voice came from the opposite side, his face suddenly changed color, and the pupils in the widened eye sockets shrank sharply——

"Dad, it's me."

The black pupils trembled for several seconds before being replaced by a flash of burning anger.Tu Shan took a deep breath of the air in the cabin, and it surged back in his mechanized modified chest, suppressing the rising anger:

"Thousand Faces."

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In the closed cabin temporarily built by the roots of the world tree, Gangka watched Qianmian's sentence "Dad, it's me", and was shocked by the thunder, and his neuroblasts fell into a burst of chaos.

What did Qianmian just say?
dad?
But in an instant, he thought of an answer that he thought was the most correct: deception.

Qianmian is trying to deceive Mr. Tushan... But we have already told Mr. Tushan about the news that he can change his appearance at will, so this behavior is destined to only lead to one result——

Tushan's anger.

"Thousand Faces."

He heard his father's familiar voice, and Turing took a deep breath.

He thought of many kinds of opening remarks and many ways of explaining, but in the end he chose the most straightforward way.

But Dad can only guess that Qianmian is on the phone, so if he doesn't explain clearly...

However, at this moment, Tu Shan's angry voice came from the opposite side:
"Do you think this is interesting?"

"No, I'm really..."

"Whatever you want, let my son go, he has nothing to do with the Constructor World, he is just an ordinary person."

ha?
If there is anger and has to be suppressed forcibly, Turing will not be able to fix it.

"...what are you talking about? I'm just..."

"It's not fun, Qianmian. Boring pranks will only lower the status of World Tree in my eyes. Don't make me despise you. Tell me, what do you want? Where is Turing now?"

Turing was silent for a moment.

"Did you misunderstand something?"

"Misunderstanding?" Tu Shan laughed back angrily, "I didn't expect that besides being someone else, you even simulated your voice exactly the same. Why don't you tell me, where did you get my son's voiceprint sample? International call Or a takeaway phone? Could it be that Mr. Qianmian has a long-term vision and started targeting me as early as in Yezhou? How can I, Tushan He De, receive such attention?"

Turing immediately slapped himself on the face——

Well, that's what it is.

Dad may have learned about Qianmian's characteristic from Gangka: changing faces.

But changing faces is one thing, voices are another.

When Turing used holographic images for infiltration operations on the few occasions, he also sampled the voiceprint of the replaced person to achieve the purpose of simulating the voice of the replaced person.

But this approach has two disadvantages:

1. Compared with the original owner, the sound played by the high-tech sound amplifier will be distorted, which is affected by the level of technology, but in any case, there will be mistakes in some syllables, especially when expressing cadenced tone, which is familiar to the ears of people It sounds even more obvious.

2. Language issues.There are also differences in voiceprint sampling between Mickton English and Mu Mandarin.Relatively speaking, simulating Mikton English will restore the original owner's voice even closer to perfection.But if it is a Chinese language, there will be large differences and distortions.This further magnifies the vulnerability in the familiar ear, thus arousing suspicion.

So how to achieve perfect voiceprint simulation?
The answer is to sample a large number of voices of the target, even involving the sampling simulation of different states of emotion, in order to improve the algorithm and improve the voiceprint map. After such a process, it is possible to construct a voiceprint that can fool the person most familiar to the target.

In other words, based on this, Dad thinks what Qian has done to his son Turing.Because Qianmian's voice is exactly the same as his son's, and the addition of "knowing a son is like a father" is perfect. Combined with the above conditions that need to be met, he naturally thinks that Qianmian has been eyeing him for a long time to achieve his goal. Turing closely monitored his life and had many contacts, which is extremely unlikely under the conditions that Tu Shan asked his men to monitor his son.Then there is only one answer left——

Qianmian tied up his son.

These information formed logic boxes in Turing's sub-brain compiler, and he finally finalized the answer. While feeling extremely helpless, he also took a deep breath.

I thought Dad could think of the second level at most, that is, Qian Mian was lying to him.Unexpectedly...he was on the fifth floor.

Turing was both helpless and a little dumbfounded. He was silent for a long time, and finally said:
"What if I'm really your son?"

Tushan sneered at this:
"There's no need to talk about devious words. Tell me, where is my son? What do you want me to do? As long as you can keep him safe, it doesn't matter if you let me blow up Kron's base vehicle now, but first I To keep my son safe..."

"Mr. Tushan, if Qianmian is your son, how about you shitting on your head?"

And Tu Shan continued to respond with a sneer: "Hehe, Mr. Qianmian really wants to recognize me as his father? If there is a son like you, let alone shitting on his head..."

"Okay, stop." Turing really didn't want to embarrass his father too much, so he quickly stopped his rhetoric, glanced at the steel catch that was blocking the sound receiver, "Map coordinates, 29.108004464843738, 5.758715695130956. Come on Here, you are alone."

Tu Shan was silent for a moment.

"it is good."

After the communication ended, the carbon-based destroyer turned into an extraterrestrial communication device returned to human form, and the neurons in the head stared at Turing with strange eyes.Seeing that the conversation was finally over, Gangka on the other side stepped forward, hesitated and said:

"Mr. Qianmian, although I am offended, I still want to remind you... If you want to threaten Mr. Tushan, this little trick... the deception of imitating appearance is useless..."

Turing just glanced at him lightly:
"Want to watch your boss poop on his head?"

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Montgomery City.

With the central part of Bangka as the center, the war has spread from all directions, but at this moment, Mengtuo City is still immersed in the night, except for the noise of the bar and the figures running in the shadows, everything is so quiet and silent.

The roar of the engine broke the silence.A dilapidated jeep highly modified by crude technology dragged all kinds of rusted Tektronix propellers and stayed at the entrance of the city.

There was no entry registration, no inspection, and the defense of Mengtuo City was so loose and disorderly, but countless World Tree roots had firmly fixed on this broken car.

Raton Hardy couldn't wait to jump out of the car, looking up at the tall sandstone building surrounded by the roots of the world tree in a large area in front of him. This is the most magnificent fortress city he has ever seen in Banga.

"finally……"

He took a deep breath, thanked the people in the car and gave a heavy stack of Banga coins, and walked into the city with a package full of weapons.

Except for rest and hunger, he was on the road almost all the time. He switched countless cars along the way, contacted countless teams who claimed to be able to go to Montau City, and finally went through untold hardships. The most magnificent city in his eyes.

But then he got into trouble.

How to find that man named Qianmian?
He wandered in the dark city, and gradually, the only brightest noise attracted his attention.

"The bar... I wonder if there is a place to live?"

Glancing at his palm, Raton Hardy gradually squeezed it tightly.

With his present body, he could eat the least amount of food, do the most strenuous work, and require less sleep.

So he gave up his plan to find a place to live and headed towards the bar.

But behind him without paying attention, the jeep slowly drove into the corner of the city.

"I finally found a way to sneak in... I don't know if the snake has arrived. I feel countless electronic gazes staring at me, so I can only let that banga kid go..."

The dark-skinned car owner rolled over and got out of the car, walking towards the shadows.

"His" eyes were filled with silver particles, his pupils were bright pink like steam waves, and quickly disappeared under the trance of night.

　Merry Chrismas.

Originally, I wanted to finish the father-son scene in one go, but it was still a little bit short.What follows is a series of big plots, which is almost the second half of Banga's chapter.

Some book friends think it will be bloody... But this plot has only started for a short time, I think my thinking should not make them bloody, please continue reading.

　
(End of this chapter)