Chapter 537: New Alien Space Marines vs. Taros Tyrants
Albania, Tirana.
The city is not prosperous, but it has many nuclear defense facilities deep underground. They are the products of the frontline confrontation during the Cold War. Some of them are even several kilometers underground, forming a complex underground building complex.
This level of underground bunker.
It can withstand orbital bombardment.
Nuclear shelters need maintenance. Maintaining these huge legacies left over from the Cold War has become a huge burden on the finances of the government of this small Eastern European country. The lack of repairs over the years has made some of the building structures no longer safe and solid.
However, just a few years ago, an international biopharmaceutical company suddenly proposed to take over the entire business. The local government was naturally happy to get rid of this financial burden and earn a considerable amount of rent every year, so they hit it off.
As for its use, they don't care.
The local government could probably guess what this so-called "international biopharmaceutical company" wanted to do by purchasing the underground bunker, but they were too lazy to care.
The country's economy is already in decline and it is located at the junction of Asia and Europe, with arms, drugs and human trafficking rampant. What does a mere "illegal medical experiment" matter?
In fact, Fu Qinghai should have realized long ago that long-term biochemical experiments like Perfect Humans require a large amount of experimental materials. Using humans directly as experimental materials is of course better than using experimental animals such as monkeys, mice, and dogs. And the production of mature BOW also requires a large number of living people as precursor materials. In any normal country, the sudden disappearance of a large number of people will definitely cause major social problems, but some countries have long been transit stations and distribution centers for population transactions, and perhaps they can use this to cover up their tracks.
In some Eastern European countries, underground gangs are rampant, and there is a ready-made underground market for the sale and circulation of human beings. These traditional industrial advantages are easily exploited by perfect humans. In the past, these industries were mainly used to traffic young white women, mostly related to illegal pornography, but now perfect humans want a larger population, and gender, ethnicity, beauty and ugliness are not considered, as long as they are healthy and alive, but the number 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 final fate of these people will be.
They just come one after another...
They disappeared one after another deep in the underground nuclear defense facility.
…
It was a clear and sunny day.
The city streets were deserted with few pedestrians. The breeze blew up a few outdated newspapers, revealing cigarette butts and wine bottles on the curb. It was a uneventful day.
There were messy electric poles and old billboards. A crow stood on the eaves and carefully combed its feathers. A bald old man in a street shop was squinting and taking a nap.
New forms of warfare often exceed many people's imagination, just like today, with a gentle breeze, bright sun, and a few meteor flashes faintly visible in the sky.
There were no warnings, no signs.
Tiny lights flicker in the azure sky.
The daytime meteors gradually turned into meteor showers.
It left a long trail and headed towards the ground.
"Swoosh—Boom!"
The earth-shattering explosion shook the entire neighborhood.
A huge claw-shaped landing capsule.
It stands out abruptly and diagonally on the street.
The low concrete building has completely collapsed. The giant terrifying iron claws are fixed on the ground like ghost hands. Several pairs of scarlet eyepieces light up in the smoke and dust. Several giants in black and gold armor walk out of the ruins with guns in hand and patrol the area.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The claw-shaped landing capsules embedded themselves into the ground one after another.
A huge amount of molten flames gushed out the moment it landed, and all the steel bars and concrete turned into lava flows and collapsed in the criss-crossing flames. The streets sank and cracked one after another, and several huge sinkholes appeared, revealing the dark and complex underground facilities.
The Storm missile launcher of the Siren's Assault Claw landing module "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sprayed out densely packed concussion missiles, which drilled into the exposed underground facilities. Then, 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 series that is specifically designed to target fortifications and bunkers. A large amount of high explosive charge shakes the structural support of the anti-nuclear facilities.
Amid the smoke, explosions and flames, one could vaguely see the petal-shaped steel hatches rapidly opening and falling, and burly, fully-armed ceramic steel giants emerged from them one after another.
"Each company will enter its respective area of responsibility."
A figure slowly walked out of the smoke and dust.
"Clear the first level area within fifteen minutes, destroy the central server within thirty minutes, and fire immediately at any living creature you see. We don't want any prisoners."
This Space Marine was also wearing black-gold power armor, but no helmet. Between his broad and thick shoulder armor, a huge bald head was revealed, and his expression was cold and serious.
"Who... who are you?"
A hunchbacked, bald old man appeared on the street at some point. He stared at the Space Marine with wide eyes and asked in horror, trembling as he leaned against a cane in his hand.
"Bang!"
The bald warrior raised his hand and fired a shot.
The old man was knocked to the ground on the spot.
This result itself is unusual!
If an ordinary human was hit by a bomb, his body would instantly be torn into pieces. However, this bald old man simply fell to the ground without even rolling or struggling. A large black hole appeared where he was hit by the bomb, and quicksand-like black particles gathered along the hole...
"Rustle, rustle…"
The old man stood up again.
Two red lights flashed in his eyes.
Looking coldly at the Space Marines in front of him.
"Ahaha, this is the Terminator T-3000?"
Qiao Shida raised his gun and muttered to himself.
"Da da da da!"
A huge cross-shaped muzzle flame rotated and flashed.
The sound of pulse grenade gunfire rang out all around.
The old man was instantly penetrated by the barrage of bullets, and his entire body exploded like a sand sculpture, with countless black and fine sands rising up around him in puffs and clusters. His body shattered into pieces while shaking and swaying... The gunfire stopped, and the invisible force once again condensed the quicksand, and the old man's body slowly reshaped.
"Are you surprised?"
The bald old man asked,
"As long as you are willing, you can also possess this power and transform into an immortal being like me."
"Magnetic fluid robot."
Qiao Shida nodded and said:
"There is indeed no problem with the intelligence. Inform each team to remember to switch to melta weapons or plasma weapons."
Qiao Shida was not surprised.
The intelligence had already clearly informed the Space Marines what type of enemy they were about to encounter. There was indeed some difference between the written description and what one saw with one's own eyes, and the presence of the old man in front of them only confirmed that the intelligence was indeed accurate, and they could safely and boldly carry out the action according to the original plan.
According to intelligence, the T-3000 can be seen as an advanced version of the T-1000. Its speed, strength, and recovery and reorganization capabilities are all stronger than the old model. The physical properties of this black sand-like magnetic nanoparticle are stronger than those of the silver bionic multi-alloy. Its biggest weakness is its fear of electromagnetic pulse attacks, or EMP.
In addition, the most powerful thing about T-3000 compared to T-1000 is that Skynet can use T-5000 to infect ordinary humans, and then transform humans into Terminator T-3000 at the cellular level without the need for factory production. It is simply a mechanical virus that can quickly produce new Terminators.
"Bang!"
A cloud of rubble exploded on the ground.
The old man bent his legs and rushed forward with both fists raised.
"Bang!"
Qiao Shida 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 these biochemically modified soldiers had the same reaction, speed and strength as himself. Then a few blue lights flashed, and the newly reconstructed head disappeared, and the black mucus melted by high-temperature plasma flowed down the body.
Sand and gravel surged up from inside the body and were about to replenish the head.
Several blue beams of light flashed in succession.
The Terminator T-3000's body stiffened and stopped.
Finally, it collapsed with a loud bang and turned into a handful of loose sand.
…
Deep in the underground bunker.
Mushroom clouds rose one after another.
There was also a hail of pulse bombs.
Steel gates and elevator shafts were broken open by the Space Marines using melta bombs and conversion beams. The black-gold armored giants were unstoppable and unstoppable, like a raging flood pouring into an ant nest, breaking through all the minor obstacles.
In order to avoid alerting the enemy, Fu Qinghai did not inform the local government until the orbital drop was already overhead. So the enemy was completely unprepared and was almost stunned by this sudden attack.
They are completely unable to organize effective resistance.
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It's too fast. It's really too fast.
No reconnaissance, no probing.
There is no impending storm or undercurrent.
As soon as he came up, he smashed the airdrop capsule down.
Not playing by the rules at all.
Space Marines are more than just a flood.
A stream of boiling molten iron was poured into the ant nest.
It was not until the Space Marines had advanced all the way to the core area of the underground nuclear defense facility that the perfect humans finally reacted and began to organize people to resist.
However, it was in this area that the Space Marines encountered the most stubborn resistance since they went deep underground. The offensive was forced to gradually slow down as the enemy was planning a counterattack.
A Space Marine is advancing with a gun.
"roar--"
Suddenly there was an inhuman roar like a wild beast.
A giant steel figure swept across the field of vision.
The Space Marine only had time to raise his arm slightly to block it.
"Bang!"
The whole person was blown away in an instant.
The pulse bolter flew out of his hand, and the power backpack smashed hard against the wall, knocking over a piece of debris and finally stopping its rolling momentum... Ignoring the numbness in his arms and the severe pain in his chest, the Space Marine quickly turned over and sat up and looked up.
At the end of the corner of the passage.
The twisted giant slowly emerged.
With a burly height of nearly four meters, bulging and knotty gray-white muscles, and pieces of thick and solid armor plates tailor-made for him, embedded directly into his body with rivets, screws and hinges, he looks even bigger.
The most eye-catching thing is the giant's left arm, which is so exaggerated that it is not proportional to its body shape. It is made up of strange blue-black flesh and brass-colored bone hyperplasia, and the entire arm is wrapped in a mechanically enhanced prosthesis.
There is a feeling of disharmony all over the person.
An air of distortion, violence and madness.
"Tyrant found! Talos-type tyrant!"
The Space Marine hurriedly shouted on the communication channel.
TA.LOS, the full name is "The Tyrant-Armored Lethal Organic System".
The perfect combination of biochemical transformation, mechanical prosthesis and artificial intelligence, the Tyrant is the most complete, powerful and practical model under the Umbrella Corporation.
Here we encounter a Talos-type tyrant.
Proves that they have already advanced into the core area.
The intelligence said... Tyrant Factory!
The giant at the end of the corridor raised his right arm. His ellipsoidal head was wrapped in metal armor, like an iron-gray football. A thin red laser shot out from his electronic eye. This straight red line passed through the dusty and scattered passage and hit the Space Marine right above his chest.
Locked!
The Space Marine rolled violently onto his side.
"call out--"
Two missiles flew over, trailing large plumes of white smoke.
The Space Marines rolled and crawled, trying to evade with the help of the complex terrain of the passage. The two missiles made a turn in the air and followed the heat source signal of the Space Marines' power backpacks. At the critical moment, the Space Marines burst out with amazing speed, crashed into several fire doors, and rushed into the room.
"Boom! Boom!"
The high-explosive shaped-charge tandem warhead exploded outside.
The steel plate concrete walls were all penetrated by the metal jets.
Leaving behind two deep, narrow, charred holes.
These were two anti-tank missiles with semi-active laser guidance heads. Only a fool would think of using a power armor to block them. Although the sudden attack caused the enemy to be in a state of panic, they were obviously not unprepared, as can be seen from the weapon configuration of the Tyrant:
The smallest caliber weapons are anti-tank missiles.
The imaginary enemy of this Taros-type tyrant...
It was Space Marines at the beginning!
"Stinger Squad, have you found the Tyrant Factory?"
Qiao Shida's voice sounded in the communication channel.
The communication quality is not very stable with some noise.
"Yes, sir. Tyrant spotted, firefight in progress!"
The Space Marine answered while checking his weapons and equipment. The pulse bolter was missing, and there were three fragmentation grenades, one armor-piercing grenade, and a combat dagger. The loss of long-range weapons was not a big deal. He pulled out the chainsword as the main weapon in his right hand, and then held the plasma pistol as the secondary weapon in his left hand, regrouped and stood up again.
"Zizizi...Hang on...We'll be there soon."
Qiao Shida's voice was intermittent.
Hold on? What a joke you are telling.
The Space Marine thought to himself.
I'm going to kill him!
"Buzz!"
The chainsword's motor roared.
The Space Marine pushed aside the rubble and rushed out.
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1. I was on IV drip for five consecutive days and I felt like I was going crazy. I felt something was wrong with my whole body. My blood vessels were filled with cephalosporin and various mycins and I was unconscious.
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