Foreword:
[Sympathy for the weak is the greatest disrespect for nature!]
[——Adolf Hitler]
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[Part 1·Music Password]
Xueming kicked away the corpse of the firewood and dug around the commander's headless body. While cleaning the battlefield, he tore off the shoulder patch of the frogman's anti-pressure uniform, only to find that there was something else underneath the patch.
"Teacher A Ling, this is..." There was a multi-shaped flag in his hand.
"It's the Axis Demon from half a century ago." Su Ling's tone was cold. Her face was expressionless, but she could see the aggressive fire in her eyes.
Grandpa Engineer rushed to Xueming's side in three steps at a time, with disbelief in his eyes and kept shouting in Russian.
"How could it be? How could it be possible? Although Stairway to Heaven belongs to the Crazy Butterfly Sect, they have been helping us!"
Su Ling immediately switched to Russian and shouted: "You are not young, you should have seen the Soviet-German non-aggression pact in the newspapers of your time - these bastards dare to sit under the Monument to the People's Heroes and eat human flesh, there is no doubt that, They are enemies, enemies who deserve death."
On the statue floor in the center of the square, there are still frost-covered cans of human flesh.
When the old engineer saw these things clearly, his eyes became horrified. He didn't dare to touch the VIP guests, so he put on his work vest again to keep out the cold. He had no choice but to grab Xueming's arm and head towards the power workshop.
"Follow me! Quick! Quick, quick, quick!"
Xueming followed the engineer grandfather forward quickly and heard the old man speaking panicked Chinese with a loud accent.
"Little brother! We made a mistake, we made a mistake, go faster! Go faster..."
The grandfather's panic made Xueming feel uneasy.
"What did you do wrong?"
Teacher A Ling trotted next to the two of them and explained to Xueming: "This place is sparsely populated. To deal with the giants, there are only about twenty young adults who can be useful. They must have given these industrial facilities and weapons workshops." A powerful ogre."
The old engineer's eyes widened and he yelled at Su Ling: "I don't know their true identities! In this Jedi land, if such a group of people suddenly come to help us deal with the giants, anyone will let down their guard!"
"I don't mean to blame you." Su Ling suddenly grabbed the old grandfather's trousers, lifted it up like luggage, and started to speed up with the heavy iron armor on her body, "I'm just curious, why are you like that?" Panic, are there any very important facilities in this city? Very powerful weapons? They must not fall into the hands of these ogres?"
The old engineer strained his body and pointed to the northwest side of the road, asking Su Ling to run in that direction.
"Yes, yes, yes! Yes! It's [materialism]!"
Xueming panted heavily and tried to run with all his strength, using the armor that weighed more than 30 kilograms. When he heard the name "materialism", he also remembered that Brother Xingchen once said this.
This thing is an all-terrain weapons platform built by the Soviet Arms Design Bureau.
The engineer grandfather spoke very fast and wanted to explain everything clearly to the two passengers.
"More than forty years have passed since the alliance disintegrated. I am the last living engineer in the power workshop group. The other high-energy physics and chemical industry research groups have either returned to the station or returned to Russia to find another way out. "
The old man's expression was regretful and sad.
"VIP Su Ling! And you! Jiang Xueming! I beg you, let me survive. If I die, Yin Bu will also die on the beach - I'm afraid no one knows how to activate [materialism]!"
It was he who personally handed over the legacy of RSH to the followers of King Xin.
"I didn't expect these guys to be our mortal enemies - I only knew that they were followers of Crazy Butterfly. They might be able to use these people to steal Rune's motives to destroy the giants and open up territory for mankind."
Xueming immediately asked: "If the [materialism] you are talking about falls into the hands of these people..."
"No, no!" the old engineer said firmly: "It is an all-terrain launch platform for nuclear weapons. If you want to activate it, you must know its nuclear code. I am not worried about what the enemy will do to it. It is very likely that They don’t know [materialism] exists yet.”
The three of them ran along the street for more than 400 meters and finally stopped outside the power workshop.
The old engineer landed awkwardly from under Su Ling's armpits, feeling a strong sense of dizziness when he stood on his feet.
He first ran to the mechanic's warehouse in the power workshop to change into a welder's heat-insulating protective suit and wrapped himself tightly. When he came back, he immediately started chattering non-stop.
"I thought these King Xin's minions were friends and comrades. I only knew that they wanted to become the afterglow of the sun, but I didn't expect that they were the sun that eats people. If I really let them eat me, I'm afraid you won't even be able to do this. I can’t even open the door. I’m afraid of death, very, very afraid of death! Davari! I can’t die! There are still very important things waiting for me to complete!”
The engineer grandpa picked up the welding torch, ignored the mechanical password lock on the door, went to the boiler exhaust vent in the room, and groped through dozens of complicated pipe valves, trying to find the correct secret door.
Xueming looked at the exterior wall of the power workshop. The layout was similar to that of a refinery. There were no windows, and all wastewater and gas were discharged underground through hundreds of pipes. Everything is designed to withstand Morpho and Giant's minions.
After digging through the layers of mud, the engineer grandpa raised the welding gun, located the seven pipe valves, unscrewed the round handles, and aimed the flame at the joints of these pipe valves.
Grandpa’s arms seemed to be playing an accordion, moving the flame, constantly changing the position of the welding gun nozzle according to the music score, and the air chamber of the pipe played clear notes.
Teacher A Ling remembered this song and hummed it softly.
"That morning, I woke up from a dream."
"Ah, goodbye, my friend, goodbye, goodbye!"
The old man followed the coded notes and sang together.
"Una mattina mi soo."
[That morning, I woke up from a dream.]
"Eo ho trovato l'invasor."
[Invaders broke into my hometown. ]
The high-temperature spray gun played the first section in the pipe valves of different lengths, and the door of the power workshop made a low buzz.
A hot air surged out from the room, carrying a damp and warm musty smell. The heavy-armored air filters on Xueming and Aya were scrapped in an instant. They had endured too much suffering.
The 150-centimeter-thick room door is pushed by sixteen hydraulic rods and slowly opens under the pull of the smooth and new iron wheel guide rail.
The bright red flag hangs on the maintenance track and hangs upside down in Workshop No. 1, which is more than ten meters high, covering the main stage of the cultural performance next to the workers' lounge.
There are nine sets of coded mechanical locks designed with rollers on the left side of the door, and on the right side are steel bottles and cans that exude dark red and high temperature. The mercury in them is roasted by high-temperature flames, which will open the lock core of the mechanical lock one by one. , which must be unlocked round by round in a specific order of notes to open this 150 cm thick door.
Before the old engineer had time to announce his name, he hurried to the diesel generator set to reconnect the engineering power to this ancient workshop.
In addition to the security lights, red flags caught Xueming's eyes in the dim light.
They cover the base frame, much like dust-proofing products in a factory when engineers leave. Only the shadow of the model lake can be seen in these bright red curtains.
These shadows are about six meters high, showing strong shadow lines under the red and orange light sources.
Xueming wanted to get into the red flag to find out what was going on, but he just took two steps out——
——At this moment, he felt a splitting headache.
Bloodshot eyes suddenly crawled up to the whites of his eyes, and a strong evil thought locked onto him.
The door to the power workshop was about to close. Just before the door closed, an uninvited guest squeezed in.
"What a risk! What a risk! What a risk!"
It's a man——
——He has no beard on his face and is tall, nine feet tall.
Su Ling and Xueming had to raise their heads to see this guy's forehead.
The intruder appears to be about thirty years old, with deep nasolabial folds, a bluish-gray tint, and a maroon pore. There is a linear texture around the tong, which is very special.
The bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lips are thin and slender, and canine teeth can be seen.
The wingspan is about 280 centimeters.
To elaborate on this guy's equipment, he is almost armed to the teeth.
The MOLLE he wears is tailor-made. The cold-proof trousers and rubber boots are all treated with a hydrophobic layer. He carries six guns. The trigger guard and grip are customized according to his figure, specially designed for such a giant. Designed for body shape.
"Did you see it? I almost died just now!"
This man faced Xueming, but his eyes were fixed on Su Ling, and English came out of his mouth.
"Why don't you say anything?"
He patted the plaster on his shoulders and tore off the epaulettes of the Sun Carriage, revealing the ten thousand-shaped flag inside.
"Or--"
In an instant, the Stairway to Heaven warrior's tone dropped to freezing point.
"——Our cooperation is over? Do you want to monopolize all the equipment in this house?"
Xueming felt like there were a thousand needles hidden in his head. He could hardly look directly at the enemy. It was extremely difficult to just raise his heavy eyelids.
It was as if the enemy had brought Niflheim's death aura and terrifying spiritual pressure with him when he appeared on the scene.
In [Phoenix]'s digital vision, his mental shield was broken down almost instantly. The originally calm madness index kept changing, the brain became fragile, and the body began to stiffen.
The blood bar on the enemy's forehead is gray like a dead giant, and his signature is constantly changing. It seems that it is difficult for Teacher A Ling to directly identify the enemy's detailed attributes through soul power.
"Oh my god..." Su Ling was stunned for a long time, and finally said such a ridiculous sentence, "What kind of monster are you, how can you grow so big? My encyclopedia is about to be updated again."
"My name is Peter Sergei, a VIP of the Abyss Railway! Listen up!" The man was as strong as a young white whale. He just took two steps forward, stepped on the workshop with his big boots, and immediately raised his voice. A cloud of dust arose, "If you know what's going on, leave here immediately and hand this engineer over to us. The power we have is not something you can stop."
Su Ling opened her helmet: "No, no, no! Don't go forward!"
Sergey is actually quite a gentleman, and he really doesn’t want to go any further——
——He does not want to have irreconcilable conflicts with the people at the station. These VIPs have different abilities and are all excellent salary king food. If fighting in such a narrow room cannot leave any fresh essence, then What a pity.
Xueming covered her head, still immersed in the terrifying spiritual pressure and unable to extricate herself.
Sergey's weight data suddenly appeared in his eyes——
——Six hundred and eighty-eight kilograms.
This is the data estimated by Teacher A Ling based on the dust on the ground and the vibration of the floor.
[Part②Don’t talk about martial ethics]
Sergei and Su Ling said: "I agree to your request, and you should also agree to mine. If you tell me not to go forward, I will stay where I am. I want you to hand over the workshop and engineers. You also want to Keep your promise, this is a fair and just transaction - Ao Mingde likes this kind of ceremony, I miss you..."
"No! No no no no! No!" Su Ling finished taking off her helmet and then began to take off her battle armor, "Do you have a problem with your understanding? With such a big head, you should be smarter than those miscellaneous fish in the square, right? ?”
Sergey frowned: "Don't you plan to discuss business with me?"
Su Ling quickly removed the iron helmets from all parts of her body. She only heard the heavy notes of steel plates hitting the floor echoing in the workshop. She pointed at the shivering old man in front of the diesel generator set.
"I understand you want the equipment in this workshop, why do you want to take him away?"
Sergei put it bluntly: "I will eat him, digest him, absorb him."
Su Ling unloaded the last piece of equipment and threw away the greasy air purifier, revealing the waiter's clothing and quick-drying tights. She raised her head and observed Sergey carefully from a distance of more than ten meters.
"Can you eat people? Are you a [carnivore] who has given blood?"
Sergei was proud and arrogant, and immediately grinned: "I am much more advanced than the disaster beast! I am the child of [Pyroman]! I am a hybrid descendant of the giant. It was I who guided the King of Fire here. If you are willing to bring This engineer is handed over to me and I will swallow him, maybe it will be another great achievement."
"How old are you?" Su Ling suddenly asked the other party's age.
Sergey immediately said: "I am thirty-three years old, and in the legend of the giant race, I am still a child - so, VIP of the Abyss Railway, I advise you not to go against me. In my long life, you are nothing but They are like ephemerals that live and die, but they cannot shake this big tree like me. Sympathy for the weak is the greatest disrespect for nature."
More values appeared in Xueming’s eyes——
——[Phoenix] is determining the detailed data of this hybrid giant.
His ultimate output, explosive speed, neurological reflexes and comprehensive combat skills.
His health value is no longer invisible gray, gradually turning into plain pink, and will slowly turn into bright red.
His core strength limit is about 1.5 tons, and his finger strength is more than 300 kilograms.
Judging from the amount of sweat and gloss of the skin, this guy's metabolism is very slow, and there is a lot of frozen, dry and cracked dead skin on his neck.
Judging from the speed of speech, unnatural eye movements, and the speed of focusing, the efficiency of the brain in transmitting instructions still belongs to the category of carbon-based organisms. The nerve reflexes are similar to those of an elephant. If you want to move your fingers, the electrical signals start from the brain center. , there is a delay of at least 180 milliseconds when it reaches the palm more than 150 centimeters away.
This is a slow, health-heavy, and powerful target.
This is the power of [Phoenix].
As long as they stay in the same room with the observation object long enough, all members of the team can help Teacher A Ling collect data.
Sergei and Su Ling said: "Human life is small and short, and you have evolved soul power. I don't want to kill you, a high-level animal. One day, if you are willing to become the salary king, I will continue to lead the way for you. You seize the Rune Talisman - and you only need to put this old man who is dying in his old age into my stomach to gain my friendship."
In the freezing cold temperature of minus 20 degrees Celsius, without the protection of heavy armor, Teacher A Ling shivered with cold. She opened the collar of her tights, as if she wanted to sell a wave of benefits——
"——I don't understand." Sergey's expression became awkward and reserved: "I don't want this kind of friendship, beauty can't be bought..."
"Did you understand something wrong?" Su Ling took out two BUR drill rocket launchers from her collar. They were only 70 centimeters long and weighed 3.5 kilograms. They were hidden in front of Teacher A Ling's bra. They were usually used for Her proud figure coupled with disguise.
She didn't take much aim and shot two scalding flames at the stupid guy who was about ten meters away.
The single-barrel warhead of the BUR drill is very powerful, several times more powerful than ordinary grenades or grenades.
"I asked you to stand still because I was afraid of accidentally injuring the old man..." Su Ling threw away the smoking heavy weapon, took out a portion of military rations from her backpack, and threw it in front of Xueming.
The hot air wave generated by the explosion almost blew Xueming away, and the scattered shrapnel bounced between the iron walls of the workshop, tearing the Soviet red flag into two pieces.
The old engineer ran away long ago——
——He was the first to escape. He climbed up the iron ladder to the No. 2 workshop, hid next to the sturdy electrical cabinet and looked at the unscrupulous VIP on the first floor.
At this moment, Xue Ming stooped and caught the special military rations sent by Teacher A Ling.
Before he opened the package, he saw Teacher A Ling pull out a shiny gold titanium-plated steel ruler from the waiter's uniform.
That is Teacher A-ling’s stick, the weapon made from Mingde’s remains——
——Like a straight sword without an edge.
In the flames, Sergei held his head and straightened up as if nothing had happened. The hot weapon on his body turned into a pile of rotten metal under the bombardment of the drill rocket launcher.
The right half of his body was covered with scars, with bloody, palm-sized scars cut open by the blast of rocket launchers and fragments.
He pursed his lips, like a bullied child, and actually started to cry.
"How dare you do this to me! How dare you do this to me!
! "
The astonishing sound almost wiped away the remaining traces of smoke in the air.
Su Ling put on the earplugs, still looking expressionless——
——She opened the food bag, stuffed Guangling San Xiao Long Bao into her mouth to replenish her strength, ate the bacon on the beast's front legs cleanly, and didn't even bother to wipe the oily mouth, and then swallowed it with a sip of Wangyou Tea. Belly.
She eats very fast, almost like a robot, just to get the energy boost from these underground delicacies.
Then he saw the descendant of the giant rushing toward the "weak and weak" woman.
The sound of heavy footsteps is like the sound of giant yaks and elephants running on the African grasslands.
Xueming's eyes were out of focus, and there was no longer any UI prompt of [Phoenix] in his eyes.
Teacher A Ling has summoned the soul power back——
——We must make an all-out effort.
The pyroxene in A-Ling's hand was like magic. It was originally a stone of four different colors: blue, black, white, and orange. In front of a powerful enemy, she threw up the stick and put her hands into her backpack as if washing clothes. .
The fingers, as slender as white jade, have been replaced with ten red stones.
The moment she met the enemy, Su Ling's palms locked tightly with Sergey's.
"Do you know what this means?"
It was like two trucks colliding head-on, and the shock wave generated overturned the tables and chairs on the performance stage.
A Ling's big boots rubbed two bright red blood stains on the floor, and the metacarpal bones of the soles of her feet rubbed against the steel platform, leaving charred mud and flaming red blood.
"This means I won't be able to shake hands with fans at fan meetings."
A-Ling suddenly thrust her head forward and slammed her forehead against the falling handle of the steel ruler, turning it into a deadly hidden weapon that shot out like a cold arrow from a string.
"I'm dirty! I'm not clean! - The fingers of the cannibal devil are intertwined with each other. These hands cannot bring happiness to people!"
Sergey's knees buckled, and his arms instinctively wanted to press forward and down, using his weight to gain more chances to win this wrestling match——
——As soon as his vision went dark, he saw the golden titanium-plated steel bars coming towards him, and then everything went away.
Teacher A-Ling raised her bloody right leg and kicked the chin of the dead and sturdy descendant of the giant.
She stretched out her hand and took the handle of the steel ruler that had been shot through her skull. There was still a red mark on the end of the steel ruler that looked like a signature in front of her forehead.
[Do evil for God].
Gently twisting the titanium-plated steel ruler, it stirred in Sergey's head, and air penetrated into the closed eye sockets. Su Ling slowly pulled it out.
In the bloody skull, there was a fragile flame near the thalamus. It was like the rune in the dead giant's head, which was completely crushed by the steel ruler and gradually extinguished.
The signature on the front end of the steel ruler remained in the soft brain tissue.
[Ao ruthless Mingde]
This Xueming had only eaten more than half of the rations in his hand. He didn't have time to finish the sulfur pyroxene pepper water that increased his strength. This stuff was so spicy that Xueming choked and couldn't breathe.
Teacher A Ling shook off the blood on the stick, her face turned pale with pain, and she kept pouring Mrs. Bai's coffee on her feet. The red stone in her hand had broken into dregs and turned into fly ash.
You can still hear the VIP's cry of pain.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! My baby! My baby! Ouch!"
