Most Wanted [Interstellar]

Chapter 37

Every life has its limit. Although human beings have undergone numerous evolutions and transformations, the human body still cannot bear the force of traveling through space and time gaps.This has nothing to do with the strength of muscles and bones. During the long-term movement exceeding the speed of light, all the hydrogen bonds of the organism will be broken, and the organism will lose its activity.

Therefore, as long as human beings are still "creatures", they will always be controlled by time and space.

Twenty years ago, scientists from the military department developed the "ternary mecha". The material of this mecha can withstand super-strong ionization force, and it can freely complete teleportation in space.This makes the infinite universe not so big, and the army can reach the other end of the universe in an instant without being transported through a black hole. This is simply the perfect weapon for modern warfare.

It didn't take too much time to develop it, because this is the inevitable result of the development of material science, but it has been unable to participate in large-scale combat because-it cannot find a suitable driver.

Humans have found many ways to repair the body. In modern times, diseases are not enough to kill people, but the damage to nerve cells is still irreparable. The reasons are technical and ethical.After scientists found that they could not use carbon fiber to make drivers, they turned to the reform of driving methods. At this time, someone proposed-neuromorphic technology.Through this technology, they can connect the pilot sitting in the room with the mecha far away in the universe, achieving a synchronization rate of more than 96%.

It might seem like the technology could make everyone a driver, but it's not.The linker of neuromorphic technology must be implanted in the brain. This is a two-hour major operation involving hundreds of wounds. The body healing ability of omega and beta is similar to that of the ancient earth people. This operation will "forever" "Connect with the mecha.Now only alpha's regeneration ability can allow them to return to normal through rehabilitation training after surgery.

"Captain, do you mind if I shave your hair off?" the doctor in charge of the operation asked Laura symbolically.

"You can choose a better hairstyle for her in the bald gourd." Next to Lola was the captain of the Sixth Squadron.

"Walker, I don't think baldness can hide my beauty." Lola looked at herself in the mirror, "Perfect eyes, lips and face shape."

Walker, who was shaving his head, giggled again: "This should be the last battle of our service, right? Our opponent is a planet, and this matter is enough for me to brag about to my future wife for a lifetime."

A total of 26 people were made in the operation preparation room, and their military ranks were all captains, so they were not too far away from being discharged from the army.The technical director of the military department looked at the soldiers who were teasing each other through the glass door, with mixed feelings in his heart. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

"Let me come," Plank patted him on the shoulder, and then pushed open the glass door, "Gentlemen, thank you for being here, I am the president of the Academy Federation, and we will do our best to ensure that this military The safety of the operation. Of course, if it fails, I, like everyone else, will not leave."

Everyone has heard the previous wording ten thousand times, but when Planck said the last sentence, everyone turned to look at him.

Planck did not lie, he returned to the control room and conveyed the original words to all the entourage. "26 ternary mechas will carry high/explosive/nuclear/bombs close to Famagusta. We have a total of 90 bombs/bombs. A [-]% explosion/destruction rate can ensure that Famagusta will change its status quo. There are tracks, passing by us. The commander of the military department will command the mechas to fight. What we have to do is to provide accurate calculations to ensure that the mechas in combat will not be disturbed by the gravitational vortex generated by Famagusta. For To prevent the Owen system from being used by Irwin, we now have to rely on the small program calculations written temporarily."

"It's the broken program that we spent twenty hours writing before." Annie continued his words.

"What if we fail?" one researcher asked.

"Then you are the happiest omega in the world." Planck sat down and took a sip of the cold tea. "You know, there will probably be 10,000+alpha buried with you."

"President..." the researcher laughed, "It's not about sleeping with me. I won't be excited about being buried with her. Anne is happier. If you can't go back, at least you won't have to pay back the loan."

"I don't want to fight, I'd rather die, or pay off the loan." Anne recalled some bad memories.

"Relax, Annie," Plank refilled a cup of hot tea for Annie, "I don't know why, I'm going to win this war right now, live, and then grab Alvin and tell him in person that he did it all something."

At this moment, there are still two hours before the end of the operation, and eleven hours before Famagusta touches Taiwei.

The time on SWEEPS-98167[7] was only about one second past.

A second ago, Schlieffen said something strange.

Because it was too strange, Erwin didn't answer him.

Alvin took a deep breath, turned to him and said, "I'm a little sleepy."

"Okay." Schlieffen got up from the ground, carried him back to the wheelchair, sent him back to the control room as before, and then parked the wheelchair in front of the big screen.

There is no data on the screen today, as if a job stopped.

"Mr. Herman, are you going to give yourself a vacation?" Schlieffen covered him with a blanket,

Alvin looked at him with a smile: "Yes, I give myself a vacation, and my current job is not paid."

"The smile on your face is ambiguous. This is not the smile that an omega with 'alpha aversion' should have."

"This is a disease you made up, I just hate alpha."

"Don't speak so bluntly, you are showing blatant contempt." Schlieffen helped him pinch the blanket, "It looks colder tonight."

"Thank you, but this room has air conditioning. I remember a kind gentleman helped us fix the thermostat ring."

"You're welcome, tomorrow I'll ask that kind gentleman to throw that broken part into the volcano."

Alvin knew what he wanted to say: "Okay, okay, my wheelchair is relatively hard, and I want to sleep in a softer place, Mr. Prison Guard, can you help me?"

"Coincidentally," Schlieffen picked him up again, "I have a very comfortable bed in my room, if you ask me..."

"Don't take it too far," Erwin warned him, "and correct me, that's actually my bed."

Schlieffen accepted the proposal, and this time he carried him honestly to the bed, put a pillow on him, and covered him with a blanket.

Seeing Schlieffen lying down beside him, Alvin said: "Actually, I have a bad sleeping position. Fortunately, I am paralyzed... Hey! It's really crowded, this is a single bed! What's wrong with you today, You are really clingy today."

"Because, after the wonderful dinner, I want to have a good dream, as if I really had a date at the most luxurious restaurant on Titan. So, don't be sarcastic, let me stick to it today." Schlieffen's actions did not There is no such insignificance between the opposite sex, he just simply hugs each other, like hugging a cat.

"Hmph..." Alvin had no choice but to let him hug him, "You really have new tricks every day."

"What other wish do you have? If I'm free, maybe it will be fulfilled for you tomorrow. Do you want to drink an orange-flavored milkshake?"

"Do not want to."

"Forehead……"

"What I want to drink is sparkling water..." Alvin closed his eyes aggressively, "Okay, it's late, go to sleep."

"..."

Shilieffen didn't close his eyes, the stars were shining brightly tonight, he kept looking at his sleeping face, time seemed to have stopped... only the night wind outside the window was still noisy.

The nameless planet is sleeping, but the world with the name is burning.

Eight hours have passed in Famagusta at this moment, and all the ternary mechs have been deployed.

"Each mecha has a number," the technician from the military department handed the list to Annie, "You are in charge of the data calculation. When you need to adjust the combat position, please tell me the specific coordinates and the mecha number."

Annie took over the list. The people on the list have all completed surgery and recovery at this moment, and the neuron cockpit they are riding in is just below the command room.After all the adjustments were completed, the floor in the center of the command room became transparent glass, through which the 26 drivers lying in the closed cabin could be clearly seen.

The surface temperature of Famagusta at this moment has exceeded [-] degrees, and the continuous chain nuclear/explosion/explosion has almost stripped its surface rock layer. cover.Titan's ice shell can withstand a weapon attack, but if it is a planet that hits it, the entire army will be completely evaporated.

The earlier they put in the blast/break time, the more the planet's orbit will change.

"It's better than fighting in a mech." Annie looked at the soldiers sitting in the cockpit, because the surgically implanted access shields covered their faces, and Annie couldn't tell who they were.

"If the mecha is destroyed, the pilot will die too, right in front of our eyes." The technician said, "There is no time for further explanations, Vice President, the countdown to combat begins."

This will be the quietest battle. In the combat zone, there will be no explosion/explosion sounds, and the entire control zone will only be the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard and the ticking of the clock.

About 10 minutes later, the first mech lost control and fell to the ground in Famagusta's sudden gravitational field, and the blasting/demolition mission was probably less than 5%.

The technicians didn't have time to look down at the cockpit, but they felt that a life had been lost.

"Don't stop," the technician pressed Anne's shoulder, "We have long realized the sacrifice, please continue."

10 minutes later, the fifth mech was hit and exploded by debris from the outer space of Famagusta. Anne glanced at his serial number——"Dark Beer", which was given to her temporarily by the pilot. Well, this guy is probably an alcoholic.Annie was not used to seeing human life as a number, so she gasped.

"How far is it from the orbital safety value?" Planck finally showed a trace of anxiety.

"It's still 70 percent short."

10 minutes later, the high/explosive/nuclear/bomb dropped on Famagusta by the ternary mecha had exploded from the surface to the center of the earth, and a large amount of high-temperature lava inside the planet spewed out of the surface, causing a strong earthquake. There is very little left of the atmosphere above the planet, and countless huge rocks have been sprayed directly into space.

These drivers who didn't get a good rest just now have begun to look tired, and the synchronization rate is only 80% under the maintenance of the enhancer.

With the high-speed loss of mechs, the track safety value slowly rises.

"No, now we have worn out half of the mechs, and the average drop/bomb rate of this half of the mechs is less than 60%. We only have [-] bombs/bombs. If we don't drop enough bombs/bombs, the safety value will reach Not as expected." The technician didn't communicate with Anne anymore, he directly connected the marshal.

"Planck, it's you instead." Johannes hung up the communication after saying only this sentence.

The channel switched from Anne's host to Planck, and everyone heard Planck's voice on the channel: "Please ask the following ten drivers to increase the altitude, and then preset the bundled explosion/explosion time according to the instructions."

The bundled explosion/explosion means that instead of dropping bombs/bombs, you directly select the mecha and blast all the loaded bombs/bombs together...

"..."

Everyone in the College Federation was shocked, and everyone looked up at their president, wondering if it was really necessary to do this.Just when everyone was in a daze, the drivers selected on the operation screen had immediately opened the blasting/demolition data receiving platform according to the instructions.

"They are waiting for you to enter the flight trajectory and blasting parameters." Planck turned his head and said to the group of people who were still there.

"……Yes."

On the screen, the names of the selected mechs flashed one by one. These names were all mischievous, as if the soldiers suddenly thought of it and said it casually:

"Oriole, Ruger, Red Car, Tipticak, Ball, Thin Man, King Rook, Water Lily, Donkey Ears... Chocolate Brownie..."

chocolate brownie……