"Shoot the various elements to determine the height and set the height at 300!" The anti-aircraft artillery squad leader raised the red flag.
"Rain bombs! Rapid fire!"
The red flag fell, the muzzle sounded, and the silver iodide particles exploded under the dome, interacting with the long-standing rain clouds to form ice nuclei and turn into hundreds of millions of water droplets.
Suddenly, heavy rains raged in this city with an altitude of -813 meters.
Countless raindrops were evaporated by factory chimneys that were also load-bearing pillars in the city before they even hit the ground. More than a dozen giant factories with flashing lights were like fire dragons dormant in the heart of the earth.
The vast curtain of rain evaporates fiercely due to the heat from the chimneys, and the fog rises. Outside the windows of the high-rise buildings, you can see the underground rainbow within reach.
There was heavy rain above the clouds, and a bright light below the clouds. Giant holographic projection lights all over the city were highlighted simultaneously, and towering figures of workers stood up from the ground, holding hammers in their hands and carrying sacks on their shoulders.
At its feet, buildings are only the size of building block models. Countless people wearing one-piece work clothes straighten their necks and stare into the air at their incarnations.
The acidic dome rain cannot corrode the workers' projections, but instead adds a bit of brilliance. The workers surrounded by thousands of people look majestic and heroic!
It stood proudly against the rain screen with a resolute face. It raised its hands to cover its eyebrows and looked into the distance. Its eyes were blazing, penetrating through the rock walls and mountains, and reaching the surface under the sun. It raised its hammer and shouted:
"Secure production! Rejuvenate the motherland!"
The worker has his left foot on Longshan No. 1 Steelmaking Plant and his right foot on Zixia Chemical Machinery Factory. These two giant enterprises that support the small and semi-industrial production capacity of Longshan Underground City are transformed into an anvil in the projection. He leaned over and glared angrily, and struck down hard with the hammer!
"Workers sweat more during production, and soldiers bleed less on the surface!"
There was an explosion, like thunder, and six other figures, large and small, suddenly appeared in the sky above the city. They were soldiers, teachers, agricultural workers, salesmen, firefighters, and middle-aged people. Each held rifles, pens, paper, axes and other tools, shoulder to shoulder with the workers. They lined up, leaning against each other, cheering in unison.
The seven projections represent the seven districts of Longshan, and together they represent this great country that has endured for a century and has survived in the post-nuclear world.
Amidst the cheers, the rain bombs that had burned out their ammunition hit the rock wall of the dome and fell with a bang, passing through the armpits of the seven projections and grazing the rapidly passing aerial express rail.
After the brilliant projection light fades, the outline lights of the fast track become a constant morning star embedded in the underground sky.
The rain bomb drew a lightless arc, with densely packed buildings underneath. The bomb hit a series of clotheslines and cobweb wires, and finally landed with a "bang" on Yanfen Street in Zixia District, smashing into the ground. A huge muddy puddle appeared.
"Who the hell is throwing objects at high altitudes?"
A certain bustard who was attracting customers got splashed with mud, jumped up and raised his head and cursed.
The accompanying Turtle Man picked up his right arm which had been transformed into a prosthetic broom, fished out the bullet casing that was smashed into several pieces from the bottom of the pit, then scolded the stupid weather bureau for never making an appointment for sex, and turned the prosthetic eye. , his eyes were fixed on a woman holding a blue umbrella who had just turned into the alley.
The turtle man could smell a hint of ink fragrance from the owner of the umbrella without even using his eyes.
This smells like nobility. He may be a pure-blood rich man. He may have become too wild on the surface, unable to stand the ubiquitous rules underground, and thought of opening the Yanfen Street.
"Hey, Mr. Jun is here to have some tea. A new batch of Maojian from the sun viewing area have arrived. Hey, if you think the taste is bland, we guarantee your satisfaction with this surface black tea category."
The elegant aroma of the distinguished guest floated in Yanfen Street. Various prosthetic eyes scanned it and discovered that this person was actually a pure-blooded person. Like hyenas smelling the smell of blood, they all rushed to introduce their new tea.
When you enter the store, isn’t that just kneading at will?
If you don't squeeze out a lot of ration coupons, your life will be in vain.
But obviously, the owner of the umbrella did not intend to let these modified people further pollute the air around her. She raised her hand to reveal the badge pinned under her windbreaker.
The badge is unremarkable, but there is a strange beast engraved on it, with four legs like a tiger, a fish-scale lizard head, and ferocious horns and teeth.
Facing the sky.
If the myth is true, all the deformed beasts on the earth today would be called their ancestors.
"From the Security Bureau!"
"The police are here to crack down on pornography!"
Accompanied by shrill screams, the bright fire that could not be extinguished even by heavy rain in the dome immediately went out due to lack of oxygen.
Even if Chaotianhu is a dead thing, just one look is enough to scare the soldiers and generals.
The woman put away her umbrella and stopped in front of a brown, dilapidated tube building at the end of the street. She raised her head slightly and looked at a window with security windows. Colorful stage lights were rotating inside, and the music coming out was melancholy.
"There's a color running through your blood,Such a hasty shade of blonde."
(There is a hue flowing in your blood, it is such a frivolous gold)
"You're that awful sort of dangerous, Kind that keeps me hanging on."
(You are the kind of awesome and dangerous person that makes me unable to leave you)
The rooftop canopy could not withstand the stagnant water and destroyed the neon billboard below. The billboard exploded with a cloud of sparks before it died, burning the feathers of illegal rock music that flew out of the window, and fell to the side of the cigarette butt that was extinguished by high leather boots.
In the dim tube building, there are piles of small advertisements posted on the floor, full of stories about the magic medicine for reviving amputated limbs on the surface and the sweet dream of real people. There are piles of debris in the corridors, with almost nowhere to go. Small bicycles, broken beer bottles, cardboard Inside the box were cheap prosthetics stained with blood, and black plastic bags punctured by chicken skeletons.
As the woman climbed up the stairs, the curses of passers-by chasing and beating the drunk drifted in through the hollow windows in the corridor, as if they were shouting, "Bring the stuff! Bring it!"
The woman's boots were soaked on the cement floor, her umbrella was hanging down, water was dripping, and she knocked on the door with a "tap" sound.
The small grid on the door opened with a splash, and the prosthetic eyes of the person behind the door flashed red.
"Who are you?"
When the prosthetic eye scanned the mole next to the woman's eyes, the dilated pupils of the person behind the door suddenly shrank, and he cried out:
"Wen Yue!!"
The rain soaked the woman's black eyeliner, the windbreaker collar was raised high, and the blue light of the "soap and silk armor" type four exoskeleton was surging under it, and the overload mode was suddenly activated!
The voice of the person behind the door reached the bedroom, and the fist wrapped in steel punched through the sandwich steel plate of the anti-theft door, grabbing the little bastard's neck. How could the door's hard lever lock withstand the impact of the exoskeleton?
The moment the entire door was torn off, countless spring screws exploded out!
The exoskeleton erupted with a pulse interference beam of a specific band, and the dream machine in the living room, which was modified from a VCD machine, blew out plumes of smoke. The men and women who fell into the state of bliss and madness created by the dream machine had their cerebral cortexes immediately penetrated by chaotic currents. Consciousness exploded into pulp.
The little bastard flew out upside down, and together with the doornail springs that exploded, he smashed the plywood bedroom door.
As sawdust flew, a man armed with a pump-action shotgun roared out. As the barrel guard slid, a bright red 18.4mm lead bullet clicked into the chamber.
The muzzle fireworks flashed, and the men and women in the dream twitched in the mist of gunpowder. In the steel blue field of vision when the exoskeleton was overloaded, dozens of projectiles carried majestic kinetic energy, breaking the blood beads flying from the noses of the men and women into blood mist.
The transparent sound cloth of the old-fashioned stereo vibrates with the sound of a female rock and roll voice, with a smoky voice, gentle and deep, and bitter with the vicissitudes of life.
