Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 35 NO.0023: The reason and break of the battle

Jiang Zhou felt that he had begun to get used to it, which was twice the reaction and action speed of ordinary people.

Get used to the dense liquid air flow, get used to the gravitational acceleration that can't keep up with you slowly, get used to the logical thinking that slows down and eats the exhaust gas behind the action...

He kept jumping and galloping between the corners of the corridor and the obstacles, his movements were as agile and nimble as a cat.

The enhanced limbic system, when running at full speed, awakens the algorithm optimized by the ancestors of mammals over tens of millions of years - in the past, they used to run and jump like this in grasslands, forests, and mountains , just to be able to live until the dawn of the next day.

The losers are turned into numerous bones, and the elimination loses the qualification to continue iterating.

Those who succeed will enter the next round of beta testing, and once again fight for survival and reproduction.

Every tester has no chance of failure.

Because the loser will immediately pack up and leave, to minimize the possibility of polluting the gene pool.

Therefore, at least when it comes to running and jumping, Jiang Zhou is still more willing to believe in the wisdom of his predecessors.

Can you still be smarter than those ancestors who lived in trees?

Letting his instincts lead him to gallop, Jiang Zhou's free neocortex has time to think about other issues.

Some more rational, more brutal questions.

Can you do it on your own?

Although he didn't think that the opponent would have a stronger combat power than the Raven-66—otherwise, they wouldn't need to use this method to make a brutal exchange to replace Booker.

But at least, the person behind the scenes must have the confidence to kill everyone except Booker.

In other words, the opponent must be a depth 2 adjuster.

It is accompanied by an unknown number of Depth 1s, as well as other prosthetic bodies, or combatants carrying light weapons.

And I'm just an adjuster who has just completed the depth 1 transformation, and I can't be like Booker who can block a plasma bomb head-on and survive.

Is it possible to compare the strength of the enemy and ourselves?

Liao Qi may be an impulsive person, but Jiang Zhou is a rational person.

He will analyze the feasibility of things, and will abandon those useless attempts that will not produce results.

Moreover, after learning that the only time he acted impulsively in the first half of his life was to blow up the global Internet, he will only act more cautiously now.

Stomping on the wall at the corner, deflecting the direction of the large amount of kinetic energy he carried while running without slowing down, Jiang Zhou heard a fast and dull gunshot from the basement.

That's the sound of a G72-Wolfhound firing at full power.

At the same time, there were other sporadic and chaotic sounds of gunfire.

Looks like it's on fire.

Before Jiang Zhou had time to think about what he should do next, the explosion sounded.

"Zizizizi-boom!"

The sound was very similar to the explosion of the black box on Raven-66's chest, and it came from not far from Jiang Zhou's feet.

Immediately, the exaggerated heat released by the plasma explosion was also transmitted up through the thick ground.

Sure enough... as he had thought before, the opponent had enough heavy firepower to break through the defense line.

It's a step late.

Jiang Zhou slowed down and exhaled slowly.

But even if he thinks rationally, he has nothing to hesitate.

In any case, the universal printer was the key to his future escape from Tartarus.

He needs that universal printer, and he needs to continuously exchange the technological blueprints he dug up in the abyss and dark net into real power.

Jiang Zhou thought to himself as he drew the monomolecular katana from his back.

In addition to "Jiang Zhou"'s own reasons, the heart that belonged to Liao Qi in his chest was also shouting loudly at this moment, to let all those who put their ideas into Chiron's house stay here.

Let those scumbags of the Lobotomy Gang pay the price in blood.

He unbuttoned the holster, bowed his waist, and lowered the sound of his footsteps.

Jiang Zhou's eyes gradually became indifferent.

Combining the experience of tactical memory with his superhuman physique, he has now turned into a cold-blooded killing machine.

The cat hunched over and hid in the darkness, his enhanced vision passed through the smoke in the corridor, and he saw the goal of his trip.

Observation, analysis, assessment, tactical possibilities...

…………

"Keep firing, that guy is not dead!"

"Boom—hiss..."

Along with the huge roar and tremor coming from outside the door, this was the last wired communication report that Winston could hear.

After that, you can only hear the messy current sound at the other end of the communicator.

Realizing what happened, Winston hurriedly picked up the pistol on the table again, and he squatted down for cover by relying on the workbench that manipulated the fusion igniter.

"TMD...TMD..."

Trembling, he aimed the pistol at the explosion-proof door, talking to himself with chattering teeth.

"TMD Booker, why haven't you finished solving the problem there..."

The opponent has almost broken through the last line of defense and entered, and if they don't come back, they will all have to stop eating.

"Anyone who puts technicians on the front line and shoots them is a fucking bastard."

Holding the gun, Winston complained incessantly.

"Boom!"

The loud bang at the door made Winston's heart skip a beat, and he looked up.

The explosion-proof door in the basement was hit by something extremely powerful outside, and a shape like a funnel protruded inward.

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, this time shaking the surrounding walls for a while.

Although another funnel appeared, the blast door remained motionless.

"Can't open, can't open, can't open..."

Winston, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, held the gun and didn't know who he was praying to.

"This door has been reinforced..."

A muffled voice outside said so.

Upon hearing this, Winston breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then you go and get the thermite, the double one."

"OK."

But the conversation that followed outside the door made his heart sink to the bottom again.

A few seconds later, with a "chi" sound, a dark red mark instantly appeared on the lock of the explosion-proof door.

And as it continued to expand, the color at the center also turned orange and white...

Ruined……

Under Winston's desperate gaze, the door was kicked open with a "snap".

"Yo, so there are still left-behind members inside."

After the door was opened, a black man walked down slowly.

It was a strong man more than two meters tall, his left arm was uncoordinatedly huge, and there were many metal pipelines connected to a power unit behind him.

"Don't kill him."

And behind that person, another person with an unremarkable appearance and body shape reminded him.

"This person is probably the operation and maintenance personnel of the universal printer. We have to find him again after killing him."

"Do not worry."

The black man walking in front said in a muffled voice.

No matter how much Winston claimed to be calm and rational, when a 2.45 meter tall man with an arm thicker than his waist walked up to him with obvious hostility. The emotions of fear and panic still swallowed him uncontrollably.

"As long as he doesn't provoke me with that toy in his hand."

The giant hand took Winston as a cover and moved the metal workbench away like a cardboard box. The giant black man looked at Winston who was already stunned and asked:

"Would you mind giving me the toy in your hand?"

Winston seemed to recall that he had a gun in his hand at this moment.

Then, as easily as an adult snatching a lollipop from a three-year-old, the other party easily snatched the gun from Winston.

With a casual pinch, the pistol instantly turned into the most primitive state of parts, scattered all over the place.

Inwardly Winston cursed himself for being so relieved.

The previous man who was not very impressive in appearance and height also walked in. He looked around, then turned to Winston and asked:

"Are you the operator of this universal printer?"

Winston nodded.

"You come with us, how much Icarus will give you, we will give you three times."

said the man.

But apart from the material purchase fee for printing, the Icarus Liberation Front didn't send me a penny...

Not only that, but I have to pay the organization's operating expenses according to the income ratio every month, so I have to triple it for you?

thought Winston.

But right now, he dare not speak out.

Probably taking Winston's silence as agreement, the man greeted the strong black man next to him who had picked up the universal printer, and told him to move the things out quickly, and then looked at Winston again.

"Of course, this triple reward is not completely free."

The man said with a smile.

"Frankly, I don't trust you people of Icarus. Most of you are too stubborn, too hard, too idealistic. So, if you want to join us, you have to..."

"Hey, this shit is stuck by the door, so I can't get it out."

The black burly man carrying the universal printer earlier interrupted him.

"Plug in your brain-computer interface, simple deformation commands do not require permission."

The man turned his head a little annoyed, and shouted at the strong black man.

The latter suddenly realized and nodded again and again.

"Oh... I get it, I still wonder how they moved in."

After a brief episode, the man looked at Winston again, and continued the previous topic:

"If you want to gain our trust, ah... that's a rather euphemistic way of saying it. I mean, if you want to live, you have to do one thing, to completely cut yourself off from your past .”

"whats the matter?"

asked Winston.

The man looked around, his eyes especially stayed on the four fusion igniters in the basement for a while, and then said:

"If my information is correct, you are using a small fission furnace to power the universal printer, right?"

Winston nodded.

"Detonate it."

said the man.

The tone seemed to tell him to ignite a firecracker.

"Let it break through the critical mass in twenty minutes, and raze the entire House of Chiron and this entire block to the ground."

Winston stared into the other's eyes, and he couldn't be sure that he was not joking until the other party pulled out the gun and pointed it at himself.

Indeed, the reactors here are small, and the direct damage will affect this block at most, even if the radiation range is counted, it will not be too large - it will affect at most a quarter of the area of ​​the negative second floor of the resettlement area.

But this is still a TMD nuclear bomb!

The man continued:

"If you refuse, I will kill you, and then I will detonate it. The ending will not change. So you don't need to have too much psychological pressure, because this is something that will inevitably happen. Whether it is through you hands, or through my hands, for those who are about to be unlucky, there is no difference..."

"About this request, I'm afraid I need your help to explain a little confusion."

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Winston interrupted him.

The man smiled back and asked:

"What confusion? I will tell you everything."

Do you want to ask why?

he thinks.

Of course, it was intended to blame the nuclear explosion on Icarus, so that they would lose their cohesion in the underground strata of the Nord resettlement area. At the same time, erase the evidence of their coming here, and cause enough chaos that the Lobotomy can bring a new order in the chaos.

Winston, however, was asking a different question.

"What was your mother's occupation in the past?"

The smile on the man's face disappeared instantly.

Winston continued:

"To be honest, before I only dared to speculate if you had no mother in childhood, that's why you became such a scumbag. But now that you are even jealous of the children in the orphanage, I can't imagine you What did mom do in the past?"

"I'm sorry you..."

Putting the gun on Winston's forehead, the man shook his head and said.

"I'm also sorry I didn't get to watch Booker bake your head until it's half-ripe and screw it off for Dangball."

said Winston, looking directly in the other's face.

"So that's why you are so tough now because you still believe that Booker will come back to save you at any time, or at least come back to avenge you, right?"

The man raised the corner of his mouth and said.

Then he shook his head:

"But sadly, he is dead now, a plasma bomb burned him to ashes."

"No...it's impossible!"

Satisfied to appreciate the despair and disbelief in the other party's eyes for a while, and just when he was about to shoot, there was another sudden sound behind him.

It was the universal printer that rolled down the stairs.

"What's the matter? Can't you do this well?"

Somewhat impatiently, he looked at the strong black man on the stairs, and that man planned to use his "veteran qualifications" to reprimand him.

But at this moment, the black burly man froze at the end of the stairs, and after hearing his voice, he turned his head to him in confusion.

"Outside the door there is..."

Then, before he could finish his sentence, his head was separated from his neck.

The head just rolled down the steps in front of the eyes of the two, and after hitting the universal printer that rolled down first, it coincidentally rolled to a position not far from the two of them.

The fracture of the neck is as clean as a mirror.