Chapter 311 Beginning

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January 6, 2025.

Christmas Eve (Orthodox).

Sakhalin Island, Russia.

In the evening, the weather was cold and cloudy. The snow on the roadside was as high as one meter. Pedestrians were wrapped in thick woolen hats, scarves and down jackets and walked in a hurry.

A strange man stood quietly in the heavy snow.

He was wearing a shirt, T-shirt, and jeans, a skimpy outfit that made him look out of place compared to the people around him. He was carrying a white suitcase in his hand, with an orangutan sitting on his shoulder. This tall and strong Asian man was looking around with a confused look on his face.

He was not shivering, and his face was not red from the cold. The freezing weather seemed to not exist to him. If the air he exhaled from his mouth and nose had not quickly formed a cloud of white mist, he might have been mistaken for a dummy from a clothing store.

Today is Christmas Eve. People are rushing home to enjoy a sumptuous dinner and warm heating facilities. No one pays attention to this strange man. Soon there is no one around, only the howling north wind, flying snowflakes and lonely streets.

The man silently opened the white suitcase, reached in and took something out of it, it seemed like he took out a stack of banknotes, then he looked up and said something to the orangutan on his shoulder. The orangutan nodded, grabbed the man's clothes and climbed down, and actually got into the suitcase that looked very flat.

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Downstairs of an old five-story apartment building.

Incandescent light bulbs were on. Behind the counter on the first floor, an old and fat Russian woman was knitting a sweater intently. The TV screen next to her was playing the news on a loop.

"Crunch—"

The door was pushed open.

The howling snow and wind rushed in with the cold air, instantly dispersing the warm atmosphere created by the ceramic radiator. The middle-aged woman put down her sweater, looked up in dissatisfaction, muttered a few low curses in Russian, and said loudly:

"Today is Christmas Eve, no accommodation is provided..."

"Bang!"

A thick stack of green bills with Benjamin Franklin's portrait printed on them was thrown onto the counter.

"Dollar, okay?"

Fu Qinghai didn't understand Russian, so he asked in English.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you the key to the room."

It seems that the US dollars in the main Marvel universe can also be used in the Pacific Rim universe, which is good news.

The middle-aged woman twisted her fat body to stand up, lowered her head and leaned over to search among the bunch of keys hanging behind the counter, mumbling something incomprehensible. Fu Qinghai stood there and waited patiently. The middle-aged woman took out a bunch of keys, suddenly raised her head and asked in English:

"Are you here to build an 'anti-monster wall'?"

Fu Qinghai was stunned and shook his head:

"No."

"I don't think you look like one. How can a foreign worker wear clothes like yours? Haha, come to think of it, who would build a monster wall in a remote place like Sakhalin Island?"

The middle-aged woman muttered to herself and handed over a bunch of keys. Fu Qinghai was about to reach out to take them when the woman suddenly grabbed the keys and retracted her hand, saying,

"Aha, I guessed it!"

She pointed at Fu Qinghai and said:

"You're so rich, and you paid in US dollars... You're a black market monster trader, right? The body of the 'Fish-Eyed Monster' is lying on the beach. You came here for that, right?"

Fu Qinghai was even more puzzled, frowned and asked:

"What does this have to do with whether I can stay here?"

"It's okay, it's okay..."

The middle-aged woman handed over the key and then said,

"But you have to be careful, young man. As far as I know, the corpse of the monster has already been contracted by someone. It's the local gang, Andre's gang. They are not to be trifled with."

This Russian aunt is a little too enthusiastic.

Fu Qinghai reached out to take the key and went upstairs without looking back.

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It was a crowded, dirty little apartment with a simple folding iron bed in the living room and a small kitchen with various electrical appliances. Although it was small, it had everything it needed.

Fu Qinghai was wearing a vest and barefoot, sitting cross-legged on the floor alone, in a meditation posture, but he was not in the mood to meditate. Instead, he was trying hard to recall the plot and related settings of the Pacific Rim series of movies:

At the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, in the crack between two major crustal plates, there is a connection to another planet, or simply a parallel universe. Scientists call it a "wormhole."

At 7 a.m. on August 11, 2013, the first monster landed in San Francisco. This huge monster, as big as a skyscraper, passed through a wormhole and came to Earth.

It took six full days of indiscriminate bombardment by tanks, planes, and missiles to take down the monster. The combat range covered an area of ​​60 kilometers. Three cities were reduced to ashes, and tens of thousands of people lost their lives.

Tactical nuclear bombs were used in the battle.

The first two missiles failed to hit the monster "invader"'s vital points, and it was not until the third one that it was killed. However, from then on, many places in the San Francisco Bay Area were no longer suitable for human habitation for centuries, forming the so-called "Forgotten Cemetery."

Fortunately, the monster was finally destroyed.

People finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the good times didn't last long. Five months later, another monster jumped out of the wormhole and headed straight for Hong Kong. People used tactical nuclear bombs to destroy it again, which also destroyed the environment, so Hong Kong was also designated as an isolation zone. Less than eight months later, the third monster attacked fiercely, and before being blown to ashes by a nuclear bomb, it almost razed the entire Sydney to the ground.

Tactical nuclear bombs have played a vital role in each annihilation of monsters, but at the same time they have also destroyed the environment of several cities along the Pacific coast, making it impossible for humans to live there anymore.

Using nuclear bombs is not a long-term solution, otherwise the human race's battle to defend the earth will be tantamount to digging their own graves. However, conventional weapons are of no use at all. The monsters don't take tank shells seriously at all. Ordinary missiles can only hurt their fur at most, but cannot kill them. They are the most indestructible things that humans have ever seen.

The survival crisis has brought all of humanity to a unanimous consensus - to put aside past grudges, unite against the common enemy, and fight against foreign enemies together.

So the whole world began to focus on the overall situation, unite as one, pool resources, and jointly defend the human survival home.

Against this background.

The Hunter Plan came into being.

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"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Fu Qinghai was thinking when a loud and rapid noise coming from outside the house interrupted his thoughts.

The sound of some kind of siren.

What's going on?

Fu Qinghai was confused. He quickly got up, put on his clothes and shoes, opened the door and walked downstairs.

I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was three o'clock in the morning.

Christmas Eve has passed and it's Christmas.

"They are coming! They are coming!"

People shouted and ran out of the room.

Fu Qinghai walked down the stairs and found that everyone in the apartment was awake. They gathered in the hall where there was a large TV, and a large crowd of people were watching.

A news segment was being urgently broadcast on TV, and the news footage came from the real-time broadcast of "Monster Eye" TV station.

"The monster is in Hong Kong, why are you sounding the alarm here?"

An elderly white man, with wrinkles all over his face and looking weather-beaten, was complaining with dissatisfaction.

"Because there are two!"

The fat middle-aged Russian woman, who had been sitting behind the apartment reception desk, heard this and said loudly:

"This is unprecedented! If there are two now, there may be a dozen later, and they will destroy the whole world!"

Seems a bit alarmist?

Fu Qinghai pushed through the crowd and looked at the TV screen.

On the screen, countless helicopters were circling the coastline, and the white beams of searchlights were constantly chasing the figures of the monsters, two black creatures as tall as mountains.

"Tail-standing rat" and "Horn-back turtle".

The news headline reads:

It was late at night when they appeared in Hong Kong, just like the apartment at this moment, there was no time difference between the two places.

The images from Monster Eye TV were blurry and it was impossible to track them. The "tailed rat" looked like a giant black frog with horns and a protruding blue phosphorescent sac in its throat, while the "skinned turtle" was nowhere to be seen.

Fu Qinghai was the first to see it. The "tail-standing rat" stood up and pounced forward, then easily crashed into the huge gray wall outside the coastline.

"oh..."

People let out low exclamations.

The helicopter camera was very far away, and the monster and the wall in the picture did not look very big. There was no earth-shattering noise, and the microphone on the scene could only pick up the whistling sound of the wind in the sky. However, the crowd watching could still imagine through the small TV screen how terrifying and shocking it was when the wall broke and collapsed.

"I knew that giant wall meant nothing."

A young man said:

"If you ask me, they should build a few more Jaegers. That way we can destroy those monsters."

"Nothing we do will help."

Someone nearby refuted bluntly:

"There are fourteen monsters this year, and there may be twenty next year, or even sixty! We are doomed, there is no doubt about it, there is no way to escape, building coastal walls, building mecha hunters, it is all useless, nothing can stop them!"

"Look, Cherno Alpha!"

Someone pointed at the screen and shouted.

The quarrel between the two was temporarily interrupted.

"Cherno Alpha is here!"

"It's our mecha! Russian mecha!"

"Hurrah!"

The men present raised their fists and cheered excitedly. Their faces were flushed as if they had been drinking, and they kept shouting.

Two Jaegers appeared on screen, and people cheered when they discovered that Cherno Alpha was among them.

Fu Qinghai also recognized the "Storm Red", a Chinese mecha with three arms, piloted by the Wei triplets.

According to the discussions among people around him, Fu Qinghai learned:

In the past, there were Shattered Domes all over the world, maintaining Mech Hunters and guarding the human homeland. About seven or eight years ago, the Shattered Dome in Vladivostok was closed, and the "ChernoAlpha" stationed there to defend the Russian coastline moved to Hong Kong. Other Shattered Domes were also gradually closed one after another. Now the Shattered Dome in Hong Kong has become the only Shattered Dome left in the world.

And these two monsters are attacking Hong Kong.

Their targets are the Mecha Hunters, namely "Cherno Alpha" and "Storm Crimson".

The TV screen was silent and people held their breath.

Everything is quiet inside and outside the painting.

Fu Qinghai saw that the three mechanical arms of "Storm Red" were spread out, with the rotating blades at the end spinning rapidly, forming a so-called "thundercloud formation", and then the "Tail-Standing Rat" broke out of the sea.

It was a battle so fierce that it could be described as tragic.

From the wrists of the three mechanical arms of "Storm Red", a set of carbide sawtooth blades that can rotate 6,000 times per minute are extended, and they sweep one after another, and the flesh of "Tailed Rat" is thrown away piece by piece as the blades dance. However, the monster's movements are not stagnant at all, as if the continuous attacks of "Storm Red" are just a small fight for it.

The "Tail-Standing Rat" grabbed the head of "Storm Red" with its front limbs, and hooked one of its hind limbs covered with sharp blades into the middle of the fuselage, firmly fixing the mecha in place.

With a deafening sound of metal tearing and sparks flashing from the bursting of wires, the "Tail Rat" tore off the head of "Storm Red", crumpled it, lifted it high, and threw it out with all its might. The head of the mecha flew far over the surface of Victoria Bay, and the headless fuselage slowly fell down and gradually disappeared into the sea.

"Storm Red", declared destroyed.

The throat sac of the "tailed rat" suddenly swelled, and the blue liquid sprayed out covered the whole body of "Cherno Alpha". In an instant, the picture was bright and dark, and it was unclear.

The reporter said that another mecha hunter, the "Eureka Raider", was on the way to provide support.

When the picture became clear again, the onlookers saw the monster rushing towards "Cherno Alpha" in the waves. The Mech Hunter was still fighting, although the blue substance covering the surface had begun to erode the outer shell of the mech, making it difficult to move.

At this time, something suddenly emerged from the sea. It looked like a gorilla covered with scales. The scene was very chaotic. People seemed to see that the head of "Cherno Alpha" was removed and the mecha was split into two halves.

"Cherno Alpha" was quickly destroyed by the two-on-one attack of "Rat" and "Turtle".

The loud shouts and joy before have now turned into deathly silence.

Fu Qinghai was silent.

The Russians were also silent.

On the Orthodox Christmas, Fu Qinghai witnessed the fall of two mecha hunters.

The scenes that I had seen in the movie were replayed again on the TV screen in front of me.

Fu Qinghai didn't read any further and turned away.

He knew what happened next without even watching the news:

the "Eureka Raider" was beaten half to a pulp, and in the end the "Danger Wanderer" defeated the two monsters, and none of the pilots of the "Storm Red" and "Cherno Alpha" survived.

Fu Qinghai walked out of the apartment with his hands in his pockets.

The wind is still howling and the snow is still falling.

He saw people lighting a bonfire in the park, singing and dancing around the fire, then slowly kneeling down and starting to pray.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold, young man?"

An old man who was warming himself by the fire asked.

"Who is that?"

Fu Qinghai did not answer his question, but raised his chin towards the front and asked.

"That's a monster believer."

The old man was fiddling with the dry firewood in the oil barrel out of boredom.

"They're praying for the end of the world."

He was dressed like a construction worker, his face full of vicissitudes and fatigue. He spoke English well, but his accent was a little heavy.

Monster worshiper?

Fu Qinghai had heard of it, but it was the first time he saw it.

"Was there no one to stop them?"

Fu Qinghai asked curiously.

"They are just a bunch of poor people who can't survive."

The old man shook his head and threw a piece of plastic garbage into the gasoline barrel in front of him. Black smoke and unpleasant odor came out of it. He lowered his head and sighed:

"And there are more of them than before."

This sentence reminded Fu Qinghai of the cults that grew at the bottom of the hive city in Warhammer 40K - once life has lost its support and hope, the poor and struggling lower-class people can only rely on all kinds of strange religious organizations.

The impact of the monster invasion on all mankind is not as simple as building walls and constructing mechas.

However, there are real gods in Warhammer 40K.

Who is the god of the monster believers?

...

Hong Kong, Kowloon.

At the intersection of Fang Road and Garden Street, Royster Cordell Gray got out of the taxi.

This is the edge of the Xiangjiang Exclusion Zone, unofficially known as the "Skeleton Slum". The military dropped a series of small tactical nuclear bombs to destroy the monster, and this area has since become a memorial for radioactive materials.

No one expected people to move back here so quickly, but then again, who could have expected more monsters to come?

Thousands of people now live in the Kowloon Skeleton Slum, and the huge skeleton has become a "tourist attraction" - of course, without official approval, the Chinese government will not allow tourism projects to be developed in areas with nuclear radiation hazards.

Lauster looked up at the monster's thorax. Above the low buildings, the arched bones reached into the sky, weaving in and out of the high-rise buildings. The reconstruction of Hong Kong was progressing rapidly. Eleven years had passed since the monster died, and its traces had gradually faded, but the skull was still preserved.

He heard that this was for some religious purpose, but he was not sure whether the rumor was true or not. This was not what he was interested in. The only part of the monster that attracted him was the body parts that could be used for research:

Bones, skin, internal organs, everything...

Sith alchemy once created many "war beasts".

The Kisai, who were the first to discover that the dark force could be used to manipulate the bodies and genes of living things, were also called "Ninash Uzaku", which means "visceral combiners".

They created many different kinds of war beasts to work and kill for the ancient Sith:

war birds, Heros, evil hissing lizards, war behemoths, war dragon snakes, Tukata dogs, fighting multi-headed dragons, Vigandak pupa beasts...

Life is a dividing line.

Performing Sith alchemy on corpses is only at the apprentice level.

Only those who perform Sith alchemy on living things are true masters.

However, even the most powerful war beasts of the ancient Sith Empire are still far inferior to the monsters that the "pioneers" of the "other world" have spent hundreds of millions of years to create.

"Pioneers" are monster experts.

Lauster agrees deeply.

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　Thanks to the book friends, Sin of the Void, 140913022247875, Smile, Disguise, Man Under the Wutong Tree, and Galicayr for their rewards.

　　Thanks to the leader of the book friend cemetery for the reward.

　　The war logic of Pacific Rim is the same as that of Warhammer 40K. There are some very ridiculous parts, which are also the same as Warhammer 40K. I will try my best to make it round as much as possible.

(End of this chapter)