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Moriath System, Hyperion Conference Room.

It is a hall with a cold and solemn sense of coldness and solemnity in the décor and layout, with a silver-gray light blue color palette around the hall surrounded by some staff in charge of recording and dispatching materials and their consoles, and in the center is a giant conference round table that looks like a puddle of water.

On the surface of the round table, a perspective view of a mine and its surrounding ancillary equipment is projected, and although it is slightly distorted, most of the details can still be seen, but because it is only a video record rather than a real scene, the conveyor belt and the workers who should be in motion are all stationary.

"This is the No. 9 mine of 'Cole Mining', there are 14 similar mines on this planet, the structure is basically the same, you can record it," Arcturus pressed his hands on the table, and said to the battle captain on the opposite side, who also numbered 14, "The Hyperion will avoid their botched surveillance radar and place you near your respective targets, waiting for me to act in unison, infiltrating or attacking you for free, with the goal of controlling their mine overseers and destroying the devices that can send distress signals." ”

"So, sir, this place is like all previous targets, a sweatshop for the exploitation of clones?" As most of the captains began to record the diorama, one of the action captains chewing gum said, "Are we targeting people or mines this time?" ”

"That's right, this mining group called 'Tavis Cole' is part of the 'Möbius Foundation', and is also a lackey of the Tyranid Federation, and it uses a lot of clone labor, or rather, slaves, in mines across multiple systems," Arcturus waved his arm, zooming in on the workers in the virtual image, "They are only 'indoctrinate' how to work in the mines and basic living skills, and they are not equipped with any underground safety measures, and are completely used as consumables." ”

In the magnified picture, the miners look sluggish, mechanical, and scarred, even if it is not the first time they have seen this kind of scene, the captains of the operation are still breathing heavier and clenching their fists.

"As for the specific target, it depends," Arcturus continued, "The Hyperion will interfere with the planet's communication with the outside world before the operation begins, and if your efforts to suppress the Overseer go smoothly and there is no distress signal coming out, then we can calmly move the ore stockpile here, and if it fails, we will have to take the clone labor first." ”

"We promise we won't let those bunnies send any distress signals!" The captain of the operation said angrily.

"I've said it many times, but I'm going to repeat it this time," Arcturus waved his hand, "Don't untie the shackles of those clone laborers until you have full control of the field, whether they attack the overseer in anger and cause the other party to have a chance to call for help, or rush away and be attacked by security measures, we don't want to see a shortage of manpower." ”

"Heh, I hope there are enough tough guys among the boys saved this time." A slightly older action captain smiled.

"Who has any other questions?" Actulus looked around and waved his hand after making sure no one had an opinion: "Let's go!" ”

“Aye！ Aye！ ”

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An hour later, on the outskirts of the Kohl Mining No. 9 mine.

Tall miners, dressed in overalls, looked numb and sluggish as they pulled truckloads of ore out of the mine and dumped them onto the conveyor belt leading to the smelter.

Next to their queue, there are overseers in power armor and chainsaw semi-automatic rifles, as well as constantly rotating monitors and automatic turrets, and farther away is the Administrator's Quarter, where miners are not allowed to approach, with more automaton and more patrols along the way.

Obviously, these overseers also know that the miners have no liking for them at all, but because their IQ is artificially suppressed, they don't know how to behave or can't behave.

Sneering - Zilala——!

With a strange loud thud, as if water being thrown into hot oil, the sky above the mine "cracked".

To be precise, a huge, flickering ball of light appeared there, spreading in all directions in a cobweb-like pattern, looking like a large web of silver thunder was being cast overhead.

The miners stared blankly at the sky, completely oblivious to what was happening, and the overseers reacted immediately and copied their communicators.

"HQ! We received an attack! Headquarters? Headquarters? ”

By this time, however, any means of communicating via electronic signals had completely failed, and nothing could be heard in their receivers except for constant white noise.

This is the Hubelion's "full-band blocking jamming", an attack similar to an "electromagnetic pulse weapon (EMP)", but with much greater power and range, by affecting the ionosphere, it is able to cut off the entire planet's electrical signals for a certain period of time.

Just like the "Planetary Defense Network", it was also researched from the relics of the "Herald Ute", and perhaps because of its size, this race seems to be particularly fond of technology that can create large scenes.

Touch! Touch! Touch!

Da-da-da-da!

When the overseers were panicked, one by one the drop pods fell from the sky and smashed into the mine, and the next second, before they could think clearly about whether to attack or what, the hatch of the drop pod had been kicked open, and soldiers wearing red power armor and armed with blasters rushed out of it, and launched an attack on the overseers without hesitation.

As a remote and militarily useless mine in the galaxy, these overseers probably never imagined that they would be raided by the regular army, and when they fought back, they looked completely helpless, and they were all killed or captured in less than three minutes.

As for the automatic turrets, they have been very faithful to attack the raiders, but they have not been very effective.

After taking control of the mine overseers and destroying most of the forts, the action force regrouped in disbelief and exchanged views with the miners, who had fallen into a state of confusion, and prepared to kill the manager's residential area without stopping.

At that moment, a small laborer threw away the minecart and shouted, "Don't attack from the ground!" I know of an underground passage that leads to that side! ”

"Long story short, miners," the captain of operations instructed his team to stand guard and walk quickly to the laborer, "We only have less than an hour, after which the guys will send out a distress signal, where are you talking about?" How long does it take to get there? ”

"It won't take more than ten minutes!" The laborer quickly responded: "I am ready to lead the brothers to smash their heads in the middle of the night, and if you don't come, you will be in action in two days." ”

"Very well, we're here to help you break those guys' heads," the Captain immediately beckoned the team to follow, "Now, tell me your name, soldier." ”

"Rory, Rory Torbjörn Swann, this way, sir."