"Team Foxes, board the ship." Standing on the back deck of the destroyer, Astrid monitored the first wave of commandos entering the ship's deep cabin in real time, these well-trained soldiers were dressed in the T-63 type individual mecha designed after the war, and the appearance was similar to that of a heavy exoskeleton with full body armor, but the three defense indicators were not close at all. The helicopter lifts three mech soldiers to the upper deck of the freighter, along with a mechanical Rottwell dog, which acts as the squad's long-range eyes.

"Enter the deep cabin and look for ghosts." The mechanical dogs were the first to enter, followed by the Foxes, who converted the mech's 66mm smoke generator with iron grenades, and deliberately strengthened the frequency of the communication instrument to transmit information more clearly even under the interference of the freighter's restraint field.

"Approaching the power compartment, the ghost signal is calm." Astrid lowered her binoculars and focused on the video link to the mech helmet screen. It's nice to be in the fighting compartment. She thought that as October approached, even as the 30th parallel of north latitude crossed the Southern Bay, the inevitable cold became heavier and heavier, and the crew members on the side had already put on velvet collared coats, ear caps, and gloves, and looked even more bloated than Astrid with an armed mecha.

A special fleet of destroyers, patrol ships, Fish/Turtle boats, and anti-submarine helicopters is maintaining a safe distance of five kilometers from the freighter, and several Osprey gyroplanes are flying around the freighter, ready to join the second wave of commandos at the slightest movement.

"Arrive at the power cabin...... Ghost signals? Undulation! Here they are! "In the footage from the Foxes, the ghost appears out of thin air again, but there is a green condensation that is no longer as terrifying as it was the first few times it looked at first glance." Destroy them. Astrid said.

"Roger." THE MECHA'S ENERGY MODULE CHARGED THE DISCHARGED BEOWULF RIFLE IN A FRACTION OF A SECOND, AND FOR THE SAKE OF CAUTION, THE FOX TEAM USED A 30MM DISCHARGE CANNON, AND THE TEAM MEMBERS QUICKLY SET UP A BUFFER RACK. "Aim...... Lock, fire! "Up to 400,000 joules of shaped energy pulses even burst the barrel at the moment of discharge! The huge recoil force even caused the gunner to tilt his head back!

"Bang!" The ghost is in the cabin, and there is no way to avoid it! The blue pulse ring suddenly spread, and the energy gathering index of the discharge cannon instantly decreased to 0 percent, and then it continued to rise, and the Foxes' hyperspectral goggles faithfully recorded how the pulse wave disintegrated a ghost, dust to dust, earth to earth, ghosts are ghosts, go back to your high-dimensional space!

"Confirmed to kill a condensed ghost, the cannon will be charged in about twenty-seven seconds." Astrid immediately transmitted the kill video to the remaining fifty-five mechmen. "You've all seen it, act!" She took the helicopter and flew to the freighter.

"Second wave, board!" This time, the headquarters was dispatched alone, and the Mepott side was invited to send some small auxiliary ships to guard the perimeter movements, and there was naturally no Major Conway in the commando. Instead of Captain Efrem of the 1st Mecha Battalion, no more than the Major's non-mainstream silver hair, the Captain is a pure silver-gray hair color, and the ancient lineage can be traced back to the Habsburgs. And most importantly, the captain understood what he was supposed to do and who was his superior.

The assault team was divided into two teams, one team reinforced the fox team holding the power compartment and confirmed the reactor components in the power compartment, and the second team, led by Astrid himself, went straight to the deep cabin laboratory.

THE NARROW CORRIDOR IS ONLY ENOUGH FOR ONE PERSON TO PASS, BUT THIS IS NOT A PROBLEM, THE MECHANICAL DOG IS IN THE LEAD, AS LONG AS THE GHOST DARES TO COME FORWARD, THE CUMULATIVE SUPERIMPOSED KINETIC ENERGY OF SEVERAL DISCHARGE GUNS EVEN CATCHES UP WITH THE KINETIC ENERGY OF THE 75MM ANTI-TANK GUN. Regardless of your physical mortal ghost and undead, in the face of absolute power, any trickery is just a new law of learning, willing to pay tuition, there is nothing in the world that cannot be solved.

"It was found that the ghost began to reconge." Captain Efrem in the power compartment position reported. "Lack of energy? I'll ask the support echelon to send back shaped fuel. Astrid pulls the trigger, and the unsightly ghost is melted into plasma.

"Thank you for your kindness, but we don't need to, I just want to say, they're pretty stubborn." The first team has established a stable defense line, and there is naturally no need to worry about the impact of cats and dogs, this time the mecha soldiers brought shaped alkyne welding guns, thousands of degrees of high-temperature jet erosion, ninety-nine percent of man-made objects can not resist. Simplicity is beauty.

"Enjoy the holidays, boys." Astrid made her way to the lab door and dealt with the fledgling ghost, and five minutes later, the lab hatch was chiseled open with a welding torch, and Astrid walked into the source of the Hundred Shadows project in the freighter's captain's diary.

"Sir, we entered the reactor compartment, the control rod assemblies all fell, the fission stopped, and the radiation concentration was acceptable." The video from the second team shows a typical nuclear-powered aircraft carrier-type reactor, and the technical officers of the fleet basically confirmed that this is the heart of Lincoln by comparing the floor plan of the "Lincoln" aircraft carrier.

"Hold on to your place and wait for the next order." Astrid walked into the lab. "Yes, sir." The captain said.

Limited by the size of the freighter, the laboratory specifications are not very large, near the exit is a circle of condensed matter storage cages, lost power transmission, the condensed matter ghosts that are sealed in the confined cages have faded invisible, can only be judged by the signal whether they exist or not, but there are also nine cages damaged, relying on the lower part of the cargo hold large restraint cage barely maintained, the total number of cages is fifty. It seems that mad scientists don't dare to play with fire too much.

Astrid bent down to pick up the oddly shaped wrench next to a fallen skeleton in front of the console, and she checked the still-intact instructions of the console. "When a crisis happens, use this wrench to open the pipeline and pull down the blockade lever." Although the rate of disintegration and reorganization of condensed matter is not fast, but the energy consumption is frequent, and an hour has passed, and the team with the most fierce battles, the mecha shaped energy block has consumed forty percent, and the monthly production of the shaped energy block is scarce, in the eyes of the headquarters, the shaped energy block is more important than anything else.

Astrid strode forward, smashing the skull on the side of the console, and she snapped down the blockade gate. "Report, the ghost is gone." The players in the state of engagement reported back. "I've taken control of the lab, the ghost is gone, the alarm is lifted, and I'm sent to the tail sweeper." Astrid said.

Under the main control console is the condensed matter production equipment, fifty cryogenic chambers, but the people inside are completely different from the vault freezers. Astrid wiped the frost from the deck, intact human neurons, and the vital signs were badly disturbed, with a straight line and a chaotic wave.

These people must be in pain, and they can't survive or die, Schrödinger's cat. Astrid examined her booty with her hands. She had her back to the team, so no one could see the corners of her lips raised, and she was very happy. The value is too great, what is a gold mine? This is a key, the key to the door of victory.

So, what do you have to do with me?