Tirana, Albania.
This city is not prosperous, but it has many nuclear-proof facilities that go deep underground. They are all products of the frontier confrontation during the Cold War. Some of them even go several kilometers underground, forming complex underground building complexes.
An underground bunker of this level.
It can withstand orbital bombing.
Nuclear bunkers need to be maintained. Maintaining these huge legacies left over from the Cold War has become a huge financial burden on the government of this small Eastern European country. The lack of repairs over the years has made some building structures no longer safe and strong.
However, just a few years ago, an international biopharmaceutical company suddenly proposed to take over the whole business. The local government was naturally happy to get rid of this financial burden, and by the way, it could also earn a large amount of rent every year, so they hit it off immediately.
As for the purpose, they don't care.
The local government could probably guess what the so-called "international biopharmaceutical company" wanted to do by purchasing the underground bunker, but they didn't bother to take care of it at all.
The country's economy is already in decline. It is located at the junction of Asia and Europe, and arms, drugs, and human trafficking are rampant. What does an "illegal medical experiment" mean?
In fact, Fu Qinghai should have realized long ago that long-term biochemical experiments like perfect human beings require a large amount of experimental materials. It is of course better to directly use humans as experimental materials than to use experimental animals such as monkeys, white rats, and dogs. And the production of mature... also requires a large number of living people as precursor materials. In any normal country, if a large number of people disappear suddenly, it will definitely cause major social problems. However, some countries have long been used as transfer stations and distribution centers for human trafficking, and they may be able to use this to cover up people's eyes.
In some Eastern European countries, underground gangs are rampant, and there is a ready-made underground population trading market. The advantages of these traditional industries can easily be exploited by Perfect Humans. In the past, these industries were mainly used to traffic young white women, mostly related to illegal sex trade, but now Perfect Humans wants a larger population, and the gender, ethnicity, beauty and ugliness are all different. It doesn’t matter, as long as he is a healthy living person, but the quantity requirement is very high, so many refugees from the Middle East, Africa and Latin America have also been transferred here in large numbers.
No one knows what the ultimate fate of these people will be.
They just batch after batch...
One after another, they disappeared deep into the underground nuclear defense facilities.
…
On this day, the weather was clear and the sun was shining brightly.
The city streets were deserted, with few pedestrians. The breeze blew a few expired newspapers, revealing cigarette butts and wine bottles beside the curb. It was an uneventful day.
Messy telephone poles and old billboards. A crow stood on the eaves, preening its feathers carefully, and an old bald man in a street shop was taking a nap with his eyes squinted.
New forms of warfare are often beyond the imagination of many people. Just like today, the breeze is gentle, the sun is shining high, and a few meteors are faintly visible in the sky.
No warning, no warning.
In the blue sky, little lights flickered.
The daytime meteors gradually turned into meteor showers.
It traced a long trail all the way towards the ground.
"Hugh—boom!"
The earth-shattering explosion made the entire neighborhood tremble.
A huge claw-shaped landing module.
Abruptly inserted diagonally into the street.
The low concrete building has completely collapsed, and the giant terrifying iron claws are stuck on the ground like ghost hands. Several pairs of scarlet eyepieces light up in the smoke and dust, and several black-gold armored giants walk out of the ruins with guns and gaze around.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Claw-shaped landing modules are embedded in the ground one after another.
The moment it hit the ground, a large stream of hot molten flames spewed out. The steel and concrete turned into lava and collapsed in the crisscrossing fires. The streets sunk and cracked one after another, and several huge sinkholes appeared, revealing dark and complex underground facilities.
The storm missile launcher "Xiu Xiu Xiu Xiu" of the Kraken Assault Claw landing module sprayed out dense concussion missiles and drilled into the exposed underground facilities.
Subsequently, continuous explosions and shaking continued to spread along the underground passage.
The concussion missile is a type of missile in the Human Empire's missile sequence that is specifically aimed at fortification bunkers. A large number of powerful charges shake and shake the structural support of nuclear defense facilities.
Amidst the smoke, explosions and fire, the petal-shaped steel hatch could be vaguely seen rapidly unfolding and falling, and burly and fully armed ceramic steel giants emerged from it one after another.
"Each company enters its respective area of responsibility."
A figure slowly walked out of the smoke:
"Clear the first level area within fifteen minutes, destroy the central server within thirty minutes, and fire directly on any living creatures that move. We don't want to take prisoners."
This space warrior also wore black gold power armor, but did not wear a helmet. A huge bald head was exposed in the middle of the wide and thick shoulder armor, and his face was cold and serious.
"You...who are you?"
A stooped, bald old man appeared on the street at some point. He stared at the Space Marine with wide eyes and asked with a look of horror on his face. He held a cane in his hand and looked trembling.
"Snapped!"
The bald warrior raised his hand and fired.
The old man was knocked to the ground on the spot.
This result itself is unusual!
If an ordinary human being is hit by a bomb, his body will instantly be torn apart and exploded into pieces. However, this bald old man just fell to the ground, not even rolling and struggling. A big black hole appeared in the part where he was hit by the bomb, like quicksand. The black particles fluctuated and gathered along the entrance of the hole...
"Swish, swish, swish..."
The old man stood up again.
Two red lights lit up in his eyes.
He looked coldly at the Space Marines in front of him.
"Aha, is this the Terminator T-3000?"
Joestar raised his gun and muttered to himself.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"
The huge cross-shaped muzzle flame rotates and flashes.
The sound of pulse bolt gunfire rang out all around.
The old man was penetrated by the barrage in an instant, and his whole body exploded like a piece of sand. Countless black fine gravels were thrown up around him, and his body was shattered as it trembled and swung... The gunshots stopped, and the invisible force once again The quicksand was condensed, and the old man's body was slowly reshaped.
"Are you surprised?"
The bald old man asked:
"As long as you are willing, you can also have this power and transform into an immortal existence like me."
"Magnetic fluid robot."
Qiao Shida nodded and said:
"The information is indeed correct. Please inform each team to remember to switch to melta weapons or plasma weapons."
Joestar wasn't surprised.
The intelligence has already clearly told the Space Marines what type of enemy they are about to encounter. There are indeed some differences between the written description and what they see with their own eyes. The existence of the old man in front of them only confirms that the intelligence is indeed accurate, and they can safely and boldly follow the original instructions. Plan and carry out actions.
According to intelligence, the T-3000 can be regarded as an advanced version of the T-1000. Its speed, strength, and recovery and reorganization capabilities are stronger than the old model. The physical properties of this black sand-like magnetic nanoparticle are stronger than the silver bionic multi-component alloy. The biggest weakness is the fear of electromagnetic pulse attacks, also known as EMP.
In addition, the most powerful thing about the T-3000 compared to the T-1000 is that Skynet can use the T-5000 to infect ordinary humans, and then transform humans into the Terminator T-3000 at the cellular level without the need for factory production. It is a mechanical virus that quickly produces new Terminators.
"Snapped!"
A cloud of rubble exploded on the ground.
The old man bent his legs, raised his fists and shot forward.
"Peng!"
Joestar raised his hand and punched the Terminator.
The old man's entire body was shattered by a punch and turned into quicksand. The magnetic fluid terminator was surprised that the reaction, speed and strength of these biochemically modified soldiers were no less than his own. Then several blue lights flashed, and the newly reorganized
The head disappeared, and black mucus melted by high-temperature plasma dripped down the body.
Gravel surged up inside the body and was about to replenish the head.
Several more blue light beams flashed past.
Terminator T-3000's body became stiff and stagnant.
Finally, it suddenly turned into a handful of loose sand and collapsed.
…
Deep in the underground bunker.
One after another, mushroom clouds rose.
There is also a rain of bullets composed of pulse bombs.
The steel gates and elevator shafts were broken open by the space warriors with melta bombs and conversion beams. The giants in black gold armor were like a raging flood pouring into an ant nest, breaking through all fragmentary obstacles.
In order to avoid alerting the enemy, Fu Qinghai did not notify the local government until the orbital airdrop landed overhead. Therefore, the enemy could be said to be completely unprepared and was almost stunned by such a sudden attack.
Completely unable to organize effective resistance.
Too fast, really too fast.
No reconnaissance, no probing.
There is no undercurrent of storm coming.
As soon as he came up, he smashed the airborne capsule down.
Don't play by the rules at all.
Space Marines are more than just the Flood.
A stream of hot iron was poured into the ant nest.
Until the Space Marines have rushed all the way to the core area of the underground nuclear defense facility, perfect humans will finally react and begin to organize manpower to resist.
However, it was in this area that the Space Marines encountered the strongest resistance since going deep underground. The offensive was forced to gradually slow down, and the enemy was planning a counterattack.
A Space Marine is advancing with a gun.
"Roar--"
Suddenly there was an inhuman roar like a beast.
A steel giant swept across the field of vision.
The Space Marine only had time to raise his arm to block it slightly.
"Snapped!"
The whole person was blown away in an instant.
The pulse bolter came out of his hand, and the power backpack hit the wall hard. After knocking over a piece of debris, it finally stopped the rolling momentum... Ignoring the numb arms and the severe pain in the chest, the Space Marine quickly turned over and sat up to look up. .
The end of the corner of the passage.
The twisted giant slowly emerged.
A burly height of nearly four meters, taut gray-white muscles, and tailor-made, thick and solid armor plates, directly embedded in the flesh through rivets, screws and hinges, making the visitor's figure appear even larger.
The most eye-catching thing is the giant's giant left arm, which is so exaggerated that it is out of proportion to his body. It is composed entirely of strange blue-black flesh and brass-colored bone growth. The entire arm is also wrapped in mechanical augmentation. body.
The whole person has a sense of disharmony.
A scent of twisting, violence and madness.
"Tyrant discovered! Talos-type tyrant!"
The Space Marines yelled over the comm channel.
Talos (..), the full name is "The Tyrahn System" (The Tyrahn System).
The perfect combination of biochemical modification, mechanical prosthetics and artificial intelligence, the Tyrant is the most complete, most powerful and most practical version of the Umbrella Company.
Encountered a Talos-type tyrant here.
It proved that they had penetrated into the core area.
What the intelligence said...the Tyrant Factory!
The giant at the end of the corridor raised his right arm in the distance. His ellipsoidal head was wrapped in metal armor, like an iron-gray football. A thin red laser shot out from the electronic prosthetic eye. This straight red line passed through the dusty mess. The passage where the object fell hit the Space Marine just above the chest.
Locked!
The Space Marine rolled violently sideways.
"stop--"
Two missiles arrived trailing large plumes of white smoke.
The Space Marines rolled and crawled in an attempt to avoid using the complicated terrain. The two missiles made a curve in mid-air, chasing the heat signal from the Space Marines' power backpack. At the critical moment, the Space Marines burst out at astonishing speed and crashed away. Several fire doors opened into the room.
"Boom! Boom!"
The high-explosive shaped energy tandem warhead explodes outside.
The steel concrete walls were penetrated by metal jets.
Two deep, blackened, narrow holes were left behind.
These are two anti-tank missiles equipped with semi-active laser seekers. Only those with a weak brain would want to use power armor to hard-wire them. Although the sudden attack caused the enemy to fall into a moment of confusion, they were obviously not unprepared. It can be seen from the weapon configuration on the Tyrant:
The smallest caliber weapons are anti-tank missiles.
The imaginary enemy of this Talos-type tyrant...
Space Marines from the start!
"Stinger Team, have you found the Tyrant Factory?"
Qiao Shida's voice sounded on the communication channel.
The communication quality is not very stable with some noise.
"Yes, sir. Tyrant found, fighting!"
The Space Marine answered as he lowered his head to check his weapons and equipment. The pulse bolter had been lost, as well as three frag grenades, an armor-piercing grenade, and a combat dagger. It didn't matter if the long-range weapon was lost. He pulled out the chain sword as the main weapon on his right hand, then tightened his grip on the plasma pistol as the secondary weapon on his left hand, regained his composure and stood up again.
"Zizi... hold on... we'll be there soon."
Joestar's voice was broken.
persist in? What kind of joke are you talking about.
The Space Marine thought to himself.
I'm going to kill him!
"Buzz!"
The chainsword's motor roared.
The Space Marine pushed away the rubble and rushed out.
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