Chapter 2175: Exploring the Trail of Sha Lan (13)

The "Silver*" in Paramidis's hand is said to be the real thing used by the real hero Silverwing Monster back then.

Although this special .45-inch solid warhead is a bit old and outdated after nearly 100 years of baptism, its performance is still excellent, and it is not significantly inferior to modern weapons. The high-performance photon explosion engine has been improved to withstand prolonged use, using the photon explosion to launch a large, solid, ultra-light aluminum alloy warhead prefabricated in the magazine. Its power is also extremely great, after all, the caliber of the ammunition is so large that it is still solid, and even without special enchantment, the warhead can easily pass through the enchanted thickened bulletproof steel plate.

And for some reason, the recoil of this * is surprisingly small. It is said that the explosion power of the photon explosion engine is released in both directions at the same time, and the impact of the explosion from the back of the gun just cancels out the reaction force of the fired bullets. Palamides studied for a long time but could not find a hole in the back of the gun that leaked the impact of the explosion, and he only felt very little recoil when he actually used it, but he didn't feel anything special about it. Perhaps the design of the gun itself is so good, with a design that maximizes the suppression of recoil. Perhaps Palamides, as an orc, was already much stronger than a human, and the recoil of a gun was nothing to him.

All in all, as if the original owners had known that the gun would be passed on to the next generation of Blade Monsters, the gun itself was designed to be as light and easy to use as possible while maintaining great lethality. Even a man like Palamides, who had barely used it in his life*, only took an hour or two to become proficient in using this gun when he first got his hands on it. And there's a *. More than a dozen bullets swished out in a second, but there was almost no sound. The faint sound of firing sounding like a water cannon spraying water, easily mixed with the cacophony of machinery in the workshop, was diluted to the point that no one could detect it.

The Silverwing, pushing the door open from the small warehouse, looked out to see three guards at the end of the long, dark hallway. The guards were all dressed in old armor made of plastic, and the guards weren't even human, but first-generation androids with rudimentary metal skeletons. These old androids, whose IQ is not much different from the lowest-level golems, are just consumables, and they have been mass-produced for an unknown number of decades and hundreds of years ago, and the rest are still in tatters, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are walking scrap metal. Palamides thought to himself, if the guards in the entire android factory were like this, then it would not be difficult for him to easily destroy the guards of this factory by himself?

Okay, let's do it. The Leopard Warrior removed the silver* crosshair and attached a short-range sniper scope to the *. The deep corridor on the opposite side is already the end, and it is a dead end. The two first-generation androids stood guard in the cul-de-sac, thinking it would be easier to guard every move in the hallway. Unbeknownst to them, Palamides hid in the shadows deeper beyond their field of vision, unwittingly holding up the silver with the sniper scope*.

He inhales, holds his breath, and pulls the trigger.

Whoosh, swish Their heads and chests were shot directly into a hornet's nest, or rather, they were shot so badly that they were no longer recognizable.

The sensitivity of the trigger was even higher than Palamides had imagined, and more than a dozen rounds were fired with a single pull. The cost of the special ultra-light aluminum alloy warhead is said to be very expensive, and he only brought 30 magazines with him this time, totaling less than 500 rounds. As the shuttle went down, Palamides suddenly felt distressed.

However, the power of * is also really reliable, when short-range even snipers are used, there is such a high stability, and the lens is not very shaky in the past. Normally speaking, * is about the power of one hit kill, the power is huge, of course, the recoil is scary, of course, it is impossible to shoot continuously, and the risk of not hitting a shot to expose the sniper's position is also very large. But the sniper, especially the special sniper that the silver* has put on the sniper scope, is surprisingly useful, as if it were for a novice like Palamides, who has almost never touched a firearm. This burst of fire, the huge power of each bullet, even if one shot misses, as long as it can be made up by continuous shooting.

The .45 large-caliber aluminum alloy solid warhead, even if it is just scratched, can tear the bodies of these first-generation androids to pieces. * After firing continuously, a large number of bullets fall on the enemy, and the lethality can be imagined.

Of course, Palamides used a third of his magazine to kill three enemies in seconds as soon as he came up, which is really not optimistic. At this level, the guards in the workshop have not yet died, and the ammunition brought by the leopard warriors must be exhausted first.

Most of the modern mainstream live ammunition firearms use a whole piece of metal (basically lead or tin) as a magazine, relying on the explosive power of the photon explosion engine to cut a piece of metal the size of a grain of wheat directly from the metal block and shoot it like a bullet. Not only is this block of metal magazine inexpensive, but also easy to store and carry, and the amount of ammunition consumed per shot is extremely small, and a whole piece of metal can shoot hundreds of "bullets" before the magazine needs to be changed. In contrast, the use of silver*, which is of a larger caliber but also more powerful, is really behind the times in this regard.

You can only save bullets. The Blade Monster peeked out of the room and quietly reached the hallway. Along the way, his whereabouts have not yet been revealed------ at least the alarm has not sounded. Now comes the point: how can he use as little ammo as possible in the remaining battles?

The answer, of course, is to try not to shoot if you can, sneak behind the guards, and solve it with a bayonet.

He had just reached the corner from the hallway, and when he looked out, he saw three other first-generation androids at the corner of the hallway. It's still the rudimentary plastic armor, or the crumbling artificial human body, these consumables that act as guards seem to be patrolled by a team of three. Rushing up with bayonets, can you really do it one by one, and solve it before they sound the alarm? Palamides wondered. Maybe it's a little more extravagant, just send them a shuttle of bullets?

No, wait, wait and see. The patrol team seemed to sense something and was slowly approaching this direction. Palamides frowned. Could it be that the moment the probe passed by the other party was seen by the other party? But it's useless to study this now, first find a way to solve the urgent need. The big cat swooped up the wall and grabbed the weight-bearing beams of the hallway ceiling. The cyborg patrol did make their way this way, but they only noticed movement on the ground, not the Silverwing monsters hiding on the ceiling beams. As they turned around the corner of the hallway, looking around, the big cat fell from the sky and landed silently behind the three androids. He raised the silver* and, without thinking, swung its bayonet, chopping off the mechanical head of one of the cyborgs. The other two androids in front of them heard a noise behind them and looked back, only to see their headless companion falling backwards. Palamides' body had moved to the side of the two androids with a sliding blade, and with the bayonet on the *, he slashed the other android's cervical vertebrae, which was covered with various lines. The last android apparently sensed Palamides' movements, and raised his baton to shoot at the big cat, but the big cat raised his gun first, and shot the head of the last android with only one bullet. Electric sparks flew like blood, and even some engine oil burst out along with iron filings, brushing past the panther warrior's face. Of course, Palamides, who covered his face with a scarf, could barely feel the collision between those things and his face. The special scarf can filter all kinds of poisonous gases and smoke, and it also has a certain bulletproof function, and the scattered iron filings should have left scars on the face of the big cat, but they were blocked by the scarf.

The three androids fell to the ground instantly, but the alarm went off. Only one round of bullets was consumed. Not bad.

"Can you hear me, what's going on inside the factory?" Palamides' ears rang with the voice of Preston, the leader of the rebels.

"The security is quite high. Palamides replied, "There were two patrols just a corridor away. Luckily, I was quick enough to kill them before the alarm went off. ＂

"Good. Preston paused, as if looking up information: "Judging by your current location, it should be near a small warehouse in the east wing of the factory." A hundred yards or so from here, you should be able to see a large android workshop. The guards over there are tighter, so don't mess with it just yet. Let's bypass the workshop and attack the monitoring room in the east wing, so that the security system there is disabled. ＂

"Paralysis...... What kind of paralysis method is it?"

"Connect the communication device you carry with you to the computer terminal of the East Wing master control room, and we will send cracked programs with heavy loads, inject computer viruses and crash the system. Well, that's our job, you don't have to worry. After the system goes down, the entire east wing is unmonitored, and you can do a big job. ＂

"Understood. That's it. The big cat hung up the line and walked to the monitoring room in the east wing. Although it is said that he wants to "bypass" the artificial man's workshop, Palamides still has to slowly walk through the hidden area of the workshop, and there does not seem to be a bypass in the facility where he can completely avoid entering the workshop. Palamides glanced past the workshop, and the defense in the workshop was extremely tight, with five or six teams of first-generation androids patrolling back and forth near a pile of fast-moving equipment, and there were only eight sets of turrets on the ceiling, all hidden in various corners of the factory.

Palamides wondered if it would be easy to bypass the workshop in such a situation. Thankfully, there was a sudden beep on his communicator, and the system was alerting him that the optical camouflage function of the Blade Monster suit had cooled down and could be used again. Is it true that such a heavily guarded place still relies on optical camouflage to sneak through? In two hundred seconds, he must run silently through this large two-hundred-yard workshop? It should be possible, but it's still a bit difficult.

Palamides pressed the hidden button on his sleeve to activate the optical camouflage function, then lowered himself and sneaked as silently and quickly as he could.