Author: Sevenfold Body

Chapter 30 NO.001e: Drones and orders

The moment the optical lens captured the opponent's facial features, Booker already knew the identity of the intruder.

As far as he knew, there was only one Raven-type natural adjuster in the underground area of ​​the Nord settlement area.

In other words, only one person has withstood the violent mutation and survived to this day.

The leader of the Lobotomy Gang, Raven-66.

With a pair of turbine iron wings behind him, Raven-66 stood firmly on top of a street lamp that was less than the size of two cigarette boxes. The rising cyclone rolled up countless garbage and dust below him.

The hands with sharp ceramic claw blades were ejected and hung naturally on both sides of the thighs.

The opponent's eyes were looking at him through dark red tactical goggles, and a stern smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Lobotomy Gang...

Even by the standards of street gangs of this era, the Lobotomy Gang was considered the worst of the bad.

As the name of the Lobotomy Gang suggests, their signature business is neither gambling, flesh-and-blood business, or hiring murderers, which are ancient tertiary industries with a long history, nor is it the synthesis of addictive drugs, illegal prosthetic modifications, or intelligence trading that require some skills.

content of activity.

What they do is a business that can smell the strong smell of blood just by hearing the name - organ trading.

To be precise, it is mainly the sale of brain parts and organs.

In this era, only brain wetware that can be used to make self-perception and self-operation in complex electromagnetic environments has the value of seeking wealth and risk.

And in the underground area where the government's law enforcement force in the resettlement area cannot reach, it is the most ideal criminal paradise for this kind of human scum.

Then there is nothing to worry about, just kill him.

Booker thought.

He opened his right palm and pointed at the other party.

At some point, silver webs were connected between the five fingers of the right palm. A sharp object emerged from the middle of the palm, and invisible energy gathered on this simple transmitter.

There were no questions, no warnings, not even any opening remarks - the other party had activated the "Realm of Silence" blockade signal at the door of their home, so they definitely didn't come here to wish me a birthday.

Coupled with the identity of the leader of the opponent's "Lobotomy Gang", Booker took action with clear murderous intent.

Without any warning, the street lamp at the feet of Raven-66 instantly burst out with countless dazzling sparks.

The "Chef" type anti-personnel microwave generator was what he used before to blow up the middleman Zhu Lin's brain into popcorn.

The sound of electric current penetrating the air crackled, and the smell of ionized ozone permeated everywhere.

Unfortunately, the charging time is still a bit long.

The moment before Booker aimed at himself, the pair of turbine iron wings behind Raven-66 began to operate rapidly.

Iron Wings led him up into the sky like an albatross, out of the range of this fatal attack.

On the other side, after the previous full-power attack ended, the armor on Booker's arm instantly opened, and the pop-up heat sink began to hiss and send out white mist.

The "Raven" type individual flying device is an adjustment prosthesis that is most compatible with the opponent's natural adjustment genes.

Although it was ineffective, this blow still allowed Booker to determine the type of prosthetic body the opponent was holding.

The opponent has advantages in mobility, but lacks strong enough offensive capabilities, so the threat it poses to itself is far lower than what I had previously expected.

But in such an open place, the time it takes to kill the opponent is far longer than previously expected.

That's why the other party showed up here so arrogantly...

Looking at the Raven-66 that was constantly maneuvering in the air, Booker came to a conclusion.

Just to contain himself so that his men can sneak into "House of Chiron" to complete their tactical goals.

It's just a tactic to delay time.

Seeing this, Booker immediately formulated the next plan.

Since the opponent's transformation needs to be fully realized in an open area, there is no threat to the multi-purpose printer kept in the underground secret room.

If he wants to fly, just let him fly.

I will immediately return to the defense and kill all the minions who have sneaked in.

Booker planned to do so.

But it was also at this time that Raven-66 spoke for the first time, with a commanding tone in his voice.

"Surround him for me."

The sound was amplified by the loudspeaker and echoed around, even with a few echoes.

Of course, this order was not meant for myself.

Under the full-spectrum blocking interference of the Silent Realm, in addition to wired communication methods, information can only be transmitted through original sound and light signals.

Surround me? But no high-energy reaction is sensed around me?

Thinking like this, the next moment, Booker noticed the attack and dodged as fast as lightning.

The wall behind where he was standing was riddled with a series of bullet holes.

Six drones about the size of basketballs appeared from cover in different directions and fired bullets at Booker crazily.

Most of the bullets missed, and only a few ricocheted onto the armor on his body. The remaining kinetic energy did not even leave a scratch.

While dodging, Booker calculated the trajectory of the bullet and responded with slightly lower-power microwave attacks in six directions.

But only one drone exploded into a firework in the air, while the others all anticipated his attack and dodged it in a thrilling way.

Something's wrong...

The attack methods of those drones are so primitive that they still use gunpowder weapons. But their main control computers are high-end products that can operate in the "silent realm" environment - they can even predict based on optical signals alone.

Perform emergency evasion against your own attacks.

This kind of technology combination with such a huge gap is unlikely to happen no matter how you look at it...

Grass!

Booker suddenly thought of something, lowered his hand that he planned to continue attacking, and turned to look at the wreckage of the "drone" that he had previously destroyed.

When he saw the completely charred and carbonized "control core" inside the wreckage, Booker fell silent.

He raised his head and looked at the Lobe Gang leader in mid-air.

"Hold him for me."

The other party looked down at him and gave orders to those "drones" again.

At this moment, the expression on Raven-66's face seemed to say - are you sure you want to give up the opportunity to kill me and leave here?

…………

As the "black coffin" slowly opened, Jiang Zhou felt as if he had been thrown out of bed in the middle of the night.

The falling feeling jolted him awake from his dreamlike state. The moment he opened his eyes, his face was about to come into close contact with the metal ground.

If it had fallen like this ten minutes ago, he would have fallen on a dog and eaten shit, and maybe even knocked out a few front teeth.

But at this moment, he found his center of gravity in a few tenths of a second, and then, following his instinct that seemed to be innate, he quickly turned around and landed on the ground as nimbly as a cat.

And, like a cat, it didn't make a sound.

After landing, Jiang Zhou, who realized what he had done before, looked at his hands in disbelief.

"Balance rod-type reinforced spine, and edge enhancement system..."

He muttered to himself, then tentatively threw a few jabs forward.

The sound of breaking the air, like a broken brocade, echoed in the basement along with these jabs.

"Carbon nanomuscle fibers, as well as the strength increase brought by the second heart, and..."

As he said that, Jiang Zhou turned to look at Winston, who was not far away and was looking at him as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

At this moment, as long as he focused his gaze, he could see all the details clearly, even if it was a hair on the other person's head or a pore on the face.

Eye tracking cornea…

"Brother Liao, are you okay?"

The gun in his hand was still pointing at Liao Qi's head, Winston asked nervously.

No sense…

Looking at the pistol still pointed at his head, Jiang Zhou suddenly thought.

The so-called "minimum precautions" that Winston mentioned before are completely meaningless.

Even though the two sides were currently about ten meters apart, as long as he had this idea, he would rush over to seize the opponent's gun and break the opponent's neck as if for fun.

With the increase of grasshopper-shaped reinforced ligaments, the distance of ten meters is just one step and one second for me.

"I don't have any anti-social thoughts, nor do I feel like I'm not myself...so it should be fine?"
To be continued...