Bat family's cub is lost

After a brief preparation—the doctor and Mrs. Vastra made some special weapons with the materials brought by the craftsman, and the craftsman rushed to bury a circle of warning devices near the Wayne house—after that, they rushed to the next door. The city that was infiltrated by cybermen - Metropolis.

The metropolis here is unlike any craftsman has ever seen, and you can't even see its iconic bright sunshine in it.Black smoke from the factory covered the sky and filled the air with dust.People walking on the street covered their mouths and noses with cloth scarves or scarves, their backs were bent, and everyone looked so tired.

Before coming here, Madam Vastra's door brought news.

"For the sake of your lives, you'd better not go there. The investigation there is very strict, and no matter what you do, you will not escape the eyes of the devil in the dark." The thin and shriveled man said viciously, and grabbed it. Qian turned up his collar and blended into the crowd.

"So the devil's eyes in the dark refer to the monitors flying around?" The doctor poked his head out from the corner, "I bet these must be the handwriting of cybermen," he waved his fingers to look around and pick them up. A stone aimed at the monitor not far away, "It would be great if I could knock down one, maybe I can hack into their lines and scrap the surveillance network. Fortunately, we can take this opportunity to touch their mechanical fortress."

"Excuse me, although your idea is very good. But now, you don't have a sonic screwdriver, and you don't have a computer." Mrs. Vastra leaned against the wall and poured cold water on him unceremoniously, "Even if you have a computer, There’s no ubiquitous internet for you to use here either.”

"It's okay, we have cybermen." If you lack something, then use the things left by other people within your reach, the doctor really thinks this deeply, "As long as I find some devices that have been modified by them, I can put those It should be possible to transform things into what we need."

But things can't always go as he expected, yes, he found some things that don't belong here, but, "I really doubt if they are real cybermen," the doctor squatted down to check the rusted shell The current line, "broken and old, what made them have to use such materials for the renovation plan?"

The craftsman looked up at the tallest building in the city, and the flight paths of all the monitors revolved around that place, "Maybe they don't have that much material at all. Building bases, monitors, and transforming humans have hollowed out their resources. Inventory, all the surrounding facilities can only be perfunctory with some defective products.”

"I know, but, why?" The doctor was still puzzled, but let's put the question aside for now, "If this is the reason, then they need a lot of manpower to work for them, and these workers will also become the most convenient experimental equipment. It is really time-saving and labor-saving. I think this can also explain why there are not many people on the street, especially young and middle-aged people."

A tattered advertisement leaflet was posted on a lamppost. On it was a job recruitment message, with good remuneration, including three meals a day, and providing educational opportunities for children.The issuer is the mayor, and the place of work is also a factory under the mayor's name. "That's it," the doctor played the advertisement, "Such favorable conditions will not appear in this era. Let's look at the issuer. It is very likely that our Mr. Mayor has fallen into enemy hands."

"Are we going to sneak in pretending to be workers?" Mrs Vastra asked.

The craftsman had already handed over a set of clothes, which were tattered and dusty, and it was unknown from which family they got them.

"Only one set?" The doctor picked it up and looked left and right with his eyes wide open.

"We will take care of it," the craftsman said and handed him a small button-shaped thing. "Don't worry, I will always follow your whereabouts. If you encounter any situation, just call my name in a low voice, and I will immediately respond to you." Show up or teleport you to safety. But I can't be distracted in the process, so I need Madam Vastra to keep an eye on her surroundings."

"Like playing a game and opening a map?"

"Yes."

Putting on those dirty clothes and smearing some dust on his face casually, the doctor easily slipped into the recruiting team.Everything was normal at first, and after a preliminary inspection, a large group of them were herded into the "staff dormitory."

In the huge warehouse, several rows of hard plank beds were set up side by side, some of which had people lying on them, while others were empty.Based on the number of beds alone, no matter how many people here can't make up the number of people who evaporated in the city.

"Hey, excuse me," the doctor moved to a bed and asked the workers lying there cautiously, "Uh, I want to ask, is the salary here really as advertised?"

"Leave him alone," a sneer came from behind him, and a grinning yellow-toothed man poked his head out from the upper bunk at the back, "that guy is a coward who is frightened by the rumbling machine, and he will only do it all day long. Stuffed himself in the quilt like this, shouting "'There is a ghost, a moving machine! 'What. "

"So?" The doctor raised an eyebrow.

"You only need to see that a guy like him hasn't been thrown into any gutter to know, the food is really good during the work shift, and the money given is enough for me to buy wine and sleep with a few nice girls. "

The doctor looked at the shivering worker wrapped in a blanket, feeling a little sad.The poor guy probably saw those cybermen and got scared.

He returned to his bed and carefully looked at the warehouse. A small thing in the corner of the roof attracted his attention. "An ultrasonic device," he narrowed his eyes, "performs circular hypnosis through sounds inaudible to the human ear, allowing workers to ignore all unreasonable things. It is really a good way to avoid unnecessary commotion."

In the underground of the factory, repeated lines covered the walls, and batch after batch of humans with control devices on their heads poured fuel into the huge energy furnace one after another.Part of the wires extending from the energy furnace is connected to the huge and sophisticated instrument on the side, and the other part leads to the entire base.

"Found the target." The square-headed cyberman stood in front of the surveillance screen, half of his body was replaced with wooden materials, and the other half of his body was also full of damage.

The Daleks with the round head and iron shell have a red background painting, and the blue probe shakes and squeaks, "Grab the doctor, grab the doctor." The cyber man nodded and pressed the button, "Grab the doctor."

The door on the lower floor of the base opened, and the steam filled the air. Many people said in unison: "Of course."

The new batch of workers start work at seven o'clock today, after dinner.The doctor followed the large group and was led into the factory by a few people who looked like supervisors.

"My stomach hurts a little, so I have to walk slowly, but don't worry, I'll follow right away." The doctor held his stomach until most of the team had passed, and then slowly fell to the end of the team, looking around, and making moves from time to time Take some parts out of the wall mount.

When he didn't notice, he slammed into a human wall, "Uh, what's the matter?" The doctor raised his head and stepped back quietly.Of course he had to step back and look at the mechanical devices on those people's heads. They were cyborgs transformed by cybermen!

Backing away, he bumped into another human wall, "Oops." The doctor turned his head, and turned back stiffly, two people transformed by Daleks, the probes with blue light on their heads were facing his Head, "This is terrible."

The corridor was narrow, and the four reformers approached the middle together. Hearing the sound of footsteps, there were also a large number of reformers stationed in other places in the corridor.

"Find the Doctor! Find the Doctor!"

"Find—catch!"

The doctor threw the temporarily assembled small things at the reformed man who had already stretched out his hand, and the high-voltage current was switched on for a moment, and the reformed man was forced to go offline. "Damn it!" He ran two steps, and more cybernetic troops poured in from both ends of the corridor. The doctor looked left and right, and when he scratched his ear, he touched the button instrument stuck behind his ear, "I hope it works. "

He whispered: "Craftsman, hurry up, right now!" The next moment he appeared in a dilapidated house, with Mrs. Vastra at the side.

"It's not just the Cybermen, Daleks are here too." He fell to the ground out of breath, "The alliance between Daleks and the Cybermen? This is like a children's bedtime fairy tale, but it actually happened. From what I've seen, they already have at least an army of reformers with a few hundred people."

The doctor clapped his hands, "But the good news is that most of the modifications are not deep, and time and materials severely limit their expansion. And this," he fumbled for a piece, just the size of a pinky fingernail.

"I pried it from the wall. Initially, it seems that the body structure of the Cyberman is made of the same material. Feeling this rare poverty, I suspect that they even got enough materials by dismantling themselves in the first place."

"Artisan, what do you think?" He looked at the artisan who had lowered his head silently after waking up.

After a while, the craftsman slowly raised his head and responded, "I'm thinking, what is the weapon with the widest range of damage that I can do."

His whereabouts were discovered, so it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, but what does that matter, now is the time to fight back.

Have you ever tried the feeling of being overwhelmed by various instruments?

"It's okay, it's okay!" The doctor stopped the craftsman who had been taking things out, and he picked up a sonic bomb, "Your ability is simply too easy to use, are you really a half-human half-time lord? Honestly, You look like a cyborg with space folding technology."

"Never mind that," Mrs. Vastra found a weapon that suited her, "shall we just fight like this?"

"Of course not," the craftsman stuffed all the extra things back, leaving only a laser knife, "as long as this is enough." He opened the passage and jumped down, the black cloak violently raised behind him , like bat wings unfolded.

"Isn't this a bit too sloppy?" The doctor laughed and jumped in, "Gronimo!!"

The author has something to say: Dalek and Cybermen are both in the state of half-blood skin, so they are relatively weak.