Although now may not be the best time, with both of his arms disabled, this is probably the only chance.
The opponent was obviously a prosthetic type specialized in close combat, or at least a street warrior who had been practicing swordsmanship since he was old enough to wear crotchless pants.
Although I really don't want to admit it, my hand-to-hand combat skills are far inferior to those of the opponent... If I continue to fight like this, I will definitely die.
The moment before he realized that his arm was about to be chopped off, the veteran's eyes became void - as if his soul had been pulled out of his body.
Immediately, the "puppet circuit" buried in the black man's body was activated, and the headless corpse stood up twitchingly as if being pulled by invisible threads.
For the "puppet" who has been successfully controlled by himself, losing the head on his neck has both advantages and disadvantages.
Fortunately, the "puppet circuit", the second brain, can completely take over all control of the body without interference in a short period of time - as long as the body has not completely cooled down.
The disadvantage is that the efficiency of this second brain is far from replacing the real brain. Under its control, the puppet can only complete some extremely simple actions.
Moreover, after losing the various receptors on his head, his actions still need to rely on his own perception as the controller.
However, for the current situation, this simple action is enough...
The running headless zombie is like a crazy brown bear, carrying almost crazy primitive destructive power.
Jiang Zhou, on the other side, had used up all his offensive power with the sword he had previously believed to be the winner, and had no time to turn around to counterattack or defend.
Therefore, after completely cutting off the opponent's other arm, Jiang Zhou felt as if he had been injured by a roaring dump truck. With the speed and power that could make someone reincarnate into a different world and become a brave man, Jiang Zhou He was slammed against the basement wall and couldn't move.
The plaster on the wall was knocked to the ground, and the smell of rust rushed into his nose.
Even with the reinforced muscle fibers as a buffer, he still felt like several of his ribs were broken.
But this is far from enough to kill him now.
Jiang Zhou could feel that even though the arms of the headless zombie in front of him looked thicker than his waist, the strength of the two sides was actually only about the same.
Previously, the opponent only relied on the huge kinetic energy brought by its own tonnage, plus seizing the opportunity to sneak attack when its sword power was exhausted, to be able to succeed like this.
Once he had his hands free, he could kill a dozen of these stupid, brainless men with a knife without even taking a breath.
However, the other party, or the guy controlling the headless zombie in front of him, did not want to kill himself through muscles.
The black box on the zombie's chest flashed a red light rapidly.
This situation is exactly the same as when Raven-66 blew itself up.
Once it explodes, at such a zero-distance contact, it will be a temperature that is enough to burn a person until no ashes are left.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhou's hand immediately touched his waist...
At the same time, the veteran of the Brain Lobe Gang didn't even have time to pick up his severed arm after Jiang Zhou was knocked away, so he immediately rolled and crawled away from him.
[detonate], [detonate], [detonate]
As he moved away, he kept giving commands to the puppet circuit to self-destruct.
Then, he turned around...
At this moment, the dazzling electric light began to appear out of thin air between the two people.
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After Liao Qi left, Booker leaned against the wall and breathed for a long time.
During this period, the self-healing function of the Aegis Type I individual combat module was in effect continuously. However, because most of the redundant parts were used to build the monomolecular knife for Liao Qi, the repair progress was now extremely slow.
It took him a long time to recover to the point where he could stand up and walk with the assistance of a power device.
Limping through the broken corridor, while passing by a certain room, he also saw Xia Hu hiding.
Putting on a stern attitude as a parent, and instructing the naughty child to continue hiding here and not moving, Booker continued to move forward.
And as the combat module continued to be repaired, he was traveling faster and faster.
Until this time, he had almost figured out what Liao Qi said before, that this was a trap used to target him.
In the underground area of the settlement area, military-grade heavy weapons such as plasma bombs are very difficult to obtain.
Because if this kind of thing could circulate freely, it would pose an immeasurable threat to the entire settlement area itself.
After all, the resettlement area is a super artificial building. Although at the beginning of the design, according to the developer's propaganda, even if the foundation part was hit by a tactical nuclear strike, it would not affect the overall safety of the building at all.
The original resettlement area was originally intended for people to live in, only on the surface. In fact, people at that time still retained some of the humanistic care of the old era. The original eleventh and twelfth floors were designed as an ecological park and artificial beach for all residents in the resettlement area to enjoy the atmosphere of nature and sunshine.
But those developers at that time did not expect that the two best-located strata would be divided up and acquired by many companies, and the enclosure became the private property of the chaebols - they built the company's branches on strata with pleasant scenery. , it can not only become a benefit for company employees that everyone is jealous of, but also facilitate them to tap into the rich human and mineral resources in the resettlement area. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
They also did not expect that after the end of the Third Cyber War, the resettlement area would eventually have an influx of refugees five times exceeding its original design capacity.
The original seven underground levels are all self-disciplined equipment used to maintain the self-sufficiency of the entire resettlement area - geothermal power station, water circulation water purification, hydroponic farm, krill and kelp cultivation. In order to maintain such a huge device matrix, the developers even equipped it with three universal printers!
However, the number of refugees that was five times the maximum capacity design, and the company's rejection of the proposal to convert the eleventh and twelfth floors into residential areas, finally forced the interim government of the resettlement area to open the underground floors as a temporary shelter.
In the end, although those refugees do not have legal status even today, they have actually become residents of the underground class.
To make room for refugees, geothermal power stations were dismantled, hydroponic farms were closed, and krill ponds were filled in landfills. In order to avoid a large-scale humanitarian disaster, the refugees were dug down two floors before being resettled.
But the price of doing so is that the lifeblood of the entire resettlement area is completely controlled by the company. Today, the vast majority of residents in the resettlement area use the power supply from the Fusion Bureau operated by the company, and eat food synthesized by the food factory.
Even after the water purification circulation system was contracted to the company for operation, half of the fresh water supply in the resettlement area came from the company's water purification plant.
These basic expenses may still be affordable for residents with relatively stable jobs in the resettlement area. But for the residents of underground areas who lack employment opportunities and are struggling in the quagmire of poverty and crime, it may be difficult to survive without some crooked thinking.
As early as thirty years ago, the residents had sold off the valuable equipment underground in the resettlement area. In the later period, some people even began to dismantle the special steel materials of the main structure of the building and sell them for money...
Although this behavior was quickly stopped by the resettlement area government with thunderous measures, to this day, it is inevitable that some poor and crazy people will take the risk to do this.
There are steel thieves who persevere in destroying the main structure of the structure, coupled with countless illegal modifications, digging out two more underground floors, and years of gang fires and damage to the building... Today's Nord resettlement The area is no longer the engineering miracle it once was that could withstand a tactical nuclear attack and still stand firm.
Or looking at it the other way around, the fact that the Nord Resettlement Area is still standing today shows that it is an engineering miracle...
Therefore, although the underground level of the Nord settlement area was known as the "front line of the war zone" in the past, most of them only used light weapons and modern cold weapons to "fight". Almost all forces, including companies, will prohibit the underground circulation of heavy weapons.
Even a super-enterprise under the Order of Olympus like Pluto Deep Submersible needs to withstand a certain degree of political pressure if it sends disciplinary troops with heavy firepower into the underground area. After all, they are not the only super enterprises that want to do business in the Nord Resettlement Area.
All in all, since the Lobotomy Gang can obtain prohibited weapons such as plasma bombs, it is enough to prove that there must be something huge standing behind the opponent.
Therefore, the other party's attack on Chiron's House was definitely not a whim, but the product of careful planning.
Raven-66, a Depth 2 adjuster, may be considered a figure in the Lobotomy Gang, but in the eyes of those who want to deal with them, he is just a discardable person... maybe even a chess piece. It doesn’t even count.
Booker is getting faster and faster.
If even the Raven-66, which is considered a good combat power at the bottom of the settlement area, can be used so casually, then the opponent must have a stronger reserve strength.
And Liao Qi, a young man who has just completed the adjustment and transformation of depth 1 and has almost zero experience in fighting with the adjuster, must be alone.
While running, Booker felt a familiar trembling sound coming from the direction of the basement, followed by the sound of a plasma bomb exploding.
An ominous premonition crept up his tail spine and into his brain.
Booker shook his head violently.
Now Liao Qi cannot die.
He is the binder of the universal printer's activation authority, the adjuster of Icarus's upgrade path, and besides himself, he is another witness to the mysterious existence of "Paradox"...
If he dies, if he is dragged into the abyss and dark web by "Paradox" again in the future, he will not even have teammates with whom he can discuss countermeasures.
Thinking of this, Booker hit his head in frustration.
Was his head blown up by a plasma bomb earlier?
Just gave him a knife and left him stunned?
Just because he said "For Icarus"?
What was going on in my mind at that time?
move? Hot-blooded? trust? Guilt?
But no matter what it is, Booker, who has gone through countless battles and survived every time, knows that there is no way to bridge the gap in strength on the battlefield just by relying on high emotions.
The battlefield is a place that is absolutely cold and devoid of any reason.
The opponent's bullets will not be deflected by your anger; and the blade you cut will not lose its original lethality due to the opponent's cowardice.
On the battlefield, the only morality is to be the victor.
Feeling pity, anger, sadness, and guilt are all the privileges of the person who survives.
The speed was getting faster and faster, and Booker turned a corner and rushed to the source of the previous explosion.
Then he saw hell.
The corridor, which had been dissolved and solidified again by the high temperature, was filled with steam.
The firepower point fortifications originally deployed to defend the basement were now reduced to ashes - literally reduced to ashes. Under the temperature of the plasma bomb, nothing remained.
Both the fortifications and the people within them.
And these are the results of the Lobotomy Gang.
On the other hand, Icarus's results were quite fruitful.
Six corpses were laid out in random directions, forming a dark red road of flesh and blood.
The fresh blood was dried by the high temperature, forming a purple-black stain that led all the way to the basement where the multi-purpose printer was placed.
Booker was stunned for about a second, and then he saw from the smooth, mirror-like fractures on the corpse that they were all the work of Liao Qi.
The Echo Type I combat assistance system in Booker's mind completed the restoration of the previous scene by scanning the traces of the battle in this second.
The G72-Wolfhound fired first, then the bullets rained down from the fortifications, and the attackers returned fire... No, that was covering fire.
Two adjusters with a high level of transformation attacked at the same time under cover. One of them stretched out a melee weapon... What was that? Mantis knife? In short, the man relied on melee weapons to cling between the wall and the ceiling, moving around and avoiding the frontal fire net.
The other person rushed forward desperately, regardless of his own injuries, and then...
The traces were gone, but Booker knew it was a plasma bomb that detonated, reducing the fortifications to ashes.
So, another self-destruction.
Then, the surviving commando walked through the corridor with a huge strong man and went down to the basement. Well... there is no trace of coming out yet.
The rest are responsible for guarding outside.
Then……
While walking quickly through this corridor, Booker whispered softly:
"Six seconds..."
A man with a knife quietly came around the corner, and in six seconds, killed six people who were standing guard outside.
Everyone was killed with a single blow, and no one even had a chance to fire a shot.
Is this what Liao Qi did?
Before Liao Qi made deep adjustments, he was just a punk with some street fighting experience.
He may have some talent for street fighting, but he certainly has no idea how to kill efficiently.
But what those battle traces showed was that of a street warrior with more than ten years of killing experience.
Cold-blooded and efficient.
There is only one possibility that can explain such a change.
High-risk cyberpsychosis.
Thinking of this, Booker's mood sank again.
Arriving at the end of the corridor, Booker took a deep breath and walked through the blast door and looked into the basement.
At this moment, in a corner of the basement, Liao Qi was being pushed against the wall by a headless black man.
Countless tiny arcs of electricity were flashing around them.
That is obviously the plasma bomb that is about to...
On the side, a guy with both hands removed was laughing crazily.
"Let's turn this place into ashes, punk boy, hahahahaha!"
There was no time to save him, and there was no way to save him. Booker could only watch Liao Qi being turned into ashes in the electric light.
However……
However, Liao Qi raised the samurai sword in his hand in the surrounding electric light, then with a grin, he cut the headless black man in half with a knife, and then jumped to the ground.
The violent... no, not too violent lightning engulfed the two people at the same time.
After a moment, Booker put down his arm to block the bright light, and saw Liao tremblingly getting up from the ground.
His body was completely charred, but he didn't seem to be seriously injured.
At least it doesn't look like being hit by a plasma bomb.
The plasma bomb didn't detonate?
Booker thought.
What was the lightning just now?
Liao Qi ignored the other person who was yelling "Why didn't it explode?" and looked up at Booker on the steps.
"I'm almost done here."
He said.
Immediately, he dragged the broken katana, which was not repaired again, to the man who was still shouting. Then he threw something like a jar towards the other party.
The "clang" sound of something falling to the ground interrupted the man's yelling.
"Why didn't it explode?"
After a while, the man asked again.
"EMP grenade, boy."
Liao Qi replied calmly.
