"Day after day, every day of suffering is like a year for those who survive."

"Maybe the ancestors who have passed away now also felt remorse, maybe they regret not coming to this world, or touching things that should not be touched."

"What they regret is that they are too casual and gullible to believe that crazy chief scientist of the Empire."

"The Führer shouldn't have believed from the beginning that this crazy guy could help the Empire take over."

"All of them, the Führer's thirst for mystical powers, the mysterious ruins of the unknown, the magical portals of space, and the never-before-set island world.

"All of this is because of that lunatic guy."

"But what? So what? ”

"The Führer who has taken the mysterious substance is still asleep, the defeat of the empire in the Blue Star has become a general trend, and the original plan to regroup in the island world has become empty talk because of those natives."

"Heaven has no way, hell has no door, but sit like dry bones."

"At this moment, it seems that there is no hope for the empire to rise again."

"But, interestingly, the painful emotions did not permeate the islands continuously."

"In less than a month or two, people have already left their past behind and are starting to adapt to living on nature."

"If things don't take a turn for the worse, maybe people will become an alternative indigenous to the island world in peace and quiet, and maybe they will be completely integrated into the indigenous in the future."

"However, tomorrow is an unknown, and no one knows exactly what will happen tomorrow."

"One day, the Imperial Tinder, who are short of food and clothing, finally made up their minds."

"In order to survive, they decided to renounce their faith, trade with the natives of the islands, or even surrender outright."

"Originally, the conditions on the island were not good, and the supplies brought by the escape had already been consumed."

"If they want to survive, then integrating into the indigenous tribe and getting shelter and help from the indigenous people is the only option they can make at the moment."

"Just as they were packing up their things and preparing to make contact with the island's natives again, an incredible miracle occurred."

"A large number of warships suddenly appeared on the sea level in the distance, and those warships, both in terms of model and flag, showed their identity - the Imperial Navy."

"In an instant, mixed emotions appeared in the hearts of everyone on the island."

"The mixed emotions didn't last long, and they turned into the ultimate joy as the fleet approached."

"This is suspected to be the fleet of the Imperial Navy, and the crew on it is also all Imperial soldiers."

"Joy is so big in everyone's brain that almost everyone misses one thing."

"The strange fleet is not the Imperial Navy, the fleet flag is just a bit like the flag of a certain Imperial navy, and the troops on the fleet are all strange and strange Imperial soldiers."

At this point in the story, Hammerman quickened his pace.

"Soon, it turned out to be so."

"But this time there is really no follow-up, about the follow-up of the lost Third Reich."

"The remnants of the empire who have learned the truth have to accept the definite and cruel truth this time."

"That new Imperial fleet is actually the advance force of another expeditionary force called the Dark Empire."

"After the advance team made contact with the remnants, they learned about the situation on the island. After reporting their findings to the follow-up troops, they left the people on the island and continued in the direction they were heading. ”

"Although the fleet left in a hurry, fortunately, there were still a large number of important supplies such as food and medicine left before the fleet left."

"The departing fleet extinguished the flame of hope that had been rekindled in the hearts of the remnants, and the people who had gone through many twists and turns were still not able to end up in the end."

"More than a month after the advance team left, the follow-up force of the Dark Empire is finally belated."

"It's strange that the large force stopped when it reached the sea near the island where the remnants were."

"After the large force stopped, a terrifying giant battleship drove out of the middle of the large force."

"This is a super-battleship that the remnants have never seen before, a super-combat carrier with a huge deck filled with all kinds of strange and huge weapon platforms."

"Because the super battleship was so huge, it had to be parked at a very long distance from the island."

"In a short time, more than a dozen landing craft began to move towards the island from the super combat carrier."

"After the landing craft landed on the island, a figure that the remnants could never have dreamed of appearing in front of them surrounded by heavily armed infantry."

"This impossible figure is another super-genius who looks even crazier and more evil, the former chief scientist of the Third Reich - Dr. Horror."

Hammerman, who had a dry mouth, took a few more sips of green tea, and now he intends to briefly talk about some important points, and it is too much to tell all the stories clearly.

Although he would also like to say more, he has more important things to do.

So Hammerman briefly told Blackjack about the rise of the Dark Empire and some of the major events that occurred in the process of conquering the island world.

The remnants of the Empire join the Dark Empire, and the two Doctor Terror have never been seen again since they left together.

The Dark Empire's overwhelming offensive, the island's natives counterattack.

The awakening of the old Reich Führer, the last demand, the failed rite of godhood, the death of the Reich Führer, and the lost Third Reich are completely history.

The Allied task force, which also does not know where it came from, colluded with the traitors of the Old Empire to the Allied Task Force to leak the Empire's top-secret scientific and technological information, resulting in the loss of the Dark Empire's advantage.

In the end, the island world was completely occupied by the Empire, but the final war destroyed the core of the island world, the core of the primordial crystal mine located in the center of the world.

And then there's the centuries-old tug-of-war between the Black Order and the Allied Task Force Captains.

"That's pretty much what happened over the last few hundred years, is there anything else you want to know?" Hammerman, who had finished telling the story, asked.

"Oh, ah, there's a question, there's no part of the story about the Merchant Council, so how did the Merchant Council come about?" Blackjack replied somewhat absent-mindedly, not knowing if he was thinking about Hammerman's story or if he was thinking about Hammerman's kind reminder.

"The Merchant Council? No one knows exactly when they appeared. This mysterious merchant council seems to me to be a group of profit-seekers who have betrayed their faith. Hammerman said with some indignation.

…

"That's probably it, do you still have any questions about the power and history of the island world?" Hammerman asked again.

Blackjack thought for a moment and said, "Can you transfer all the relevant data directly to me?" My smart assistant can help me analyze it, so that I can use it later and I have a place to look. ”

Hammerman pondered, looking as if he was communicating with someone.

"Of course, if you're willing to become a dark mercenary, I can open up my deputy's permissions."

"With my deputy's permission, you can not only inquire about the secret documents of the Dark Empire."

"You can also ask the dark mercenaries with lower clearance than you to assist you and make you a true authority dog."

Blackjack didn't refuse or agree, but asked tentatively: "I naturally don't want to refuse, but I'm already a member of the Merchant's Council......"

Hammerman interrupted Blackjack, "I know, wasn't your father a member of the Merchant's Council back then?" ”

"What's more, aren't you saying that these labels are no different in essence for you?"

Blackjack thought about it, and what he said was right, but he always felt a little unprincipled.

"That ......"

"That's all there is to it? It doesn't hurt anyway, then I choose to be your deputy. ”

Blackjack played a little cautious, and Hammerman saw through it.

"Just ask your assistant to turn on signal detection, search for my base signal, and send and confirm the joining message."

Blackjack was a little surprised and said, "It's so easy? ”

Hammerman also took a sip of green tea and said, "It's as simple as that, otherwise what do you think?" ”

Blackjack smiled smirkedly and said, "Hehe, I'm not ......"

With that, Blackjack began to pour the assistant to connect the signal.

"Hmm... Joined successfully. ”

"Transmission data begins to be received."

Hammerman glanced at the virtual screen in front of Blackjack, although it was reversed and blurry, but Hammerman parsed the information on the screen at a glance.

This is where the power of a hive-minded collective intelligent life comes in, countless times more powerful than any human or machine intelligence.

"The information has already been received? Do you have any other questions that you would like answered? Hammerman asked casually.

Blackjack quickly filtered through the catalog of materials he received, and the huge amount of information looked at Blackjack a little floating.

Turning off the screen, Blackjack settled down and said, "The information is comprehensive, but nothing about my father." ”

"Uncle, can you tell me more about my father and his story with you?"

"So, where do you start? Why don't you start with the first time I met your father? Hammerman asked Blackjack, who nodded his head and said he would like to hear more.

"The story begins more than 30 years ago, when your father was just like you, a young and energetic handsome young man......"

After some confiding and talking, Blackjack squeezed out everything Hammerman knew.

Not only did he learn about some of his father's glorious deeds, but he also figured out part of the mysterious guy's personality, and why Hammerman was so close to him.

It is no exaggeration to say that without his father, there would be no flesh-and-blood Hammman today.

It was his father who single-handedly created Hammerman's personality, so that Hammerman in front of him would not be reincarnated as a puppet life with no self-consciousness and controlled by the hive consciousness and only knew how to carry out instructions.

"The last time your father came to see me was fourteen years ago, and he left me a document before he left."

"It's about the inheritance of his card skills, and he told me to help him hand it over to someone who is destined to do so."

"He didn't tell me what it was like, and I didn't understand it until I saw you that day......," Hammerman said, taking a sip of tea, continued, "It's in that folder with the [blackjack] Bible written on it." ”

Hammerman paused and asked, "By the way, that funny guy that day should have left this world, right?" ”

"Hmm." Blackjack, who was looking at the data, replied casually.

It's a pity that this small world does not allow him to exist. Otherwise, I really want to keep him around. Hammerman didn't know if it was true or not.

After a while, Blackjack found the information. He opened the information and looked at it, the main content was a transcript, only a video of more than an hour.

Blackjack was eager to click on it to see what his father really looked like in his memory, which had become so blurry in his memory that he didn't even have a single image left.

Still, Blackjack resisted the urge.

Coming back to his senses, he answered Hammerman's question.

"Yes, Xiaobai has gone to another world, a beautiful world that suits him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Blackjack suddenly sensed that the atmosphere of the environment seemed to change, and his gaze shifted from the screen to Hammerman.

Hammerman's expression became very solemn at this moment, and he asked Blackjack in a somewhat expectant tone: "Are you willing to be my real deputy and stay with me for a while?" ”

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse."

"I've been feeling more and more able lately that my sense of initiative is getting weaker and weaker."

"I may not have much time left in my 'life'."

"Your father said it when I worked with me to change the world."

"Purely intelligent life without burdensome thoughts is an evolutionary trend, and the never-ending 'arms race' that forces all life to move in the same direction is the inevitable result of immutability."

"The only thing he can do is try to help me continue my 'life'."

"I don't want to die alone like this, I hope you can accompany me through this last leg of the road in place of your father."

"Please help me fulfill this last selfish wish."

When Hammerman finished speaking, all that was left was quiet air and unquiet breathing.

Quiet, the two of them looked at each other silently.

I don't know how long it took, Blackjack's somewhat unbearable voice sounded.

"This request ......"

"I probably can't help you. Of course, I would love to accompany you through this final journey. But I ......"

"Don't say it, I know." Hammerman drank all the remaining green tea in one go, stood up, and walked towards the window, which was already sprinkled with moonlight. "From the beginning, I didn't expect you to say yes, but there was always some expectation in my heart."

Hammerman looked at the non-existent moon outside the window, and said in a calm tone: "This base is occupied by the only [Finnish Sniper God] who has been captured by the Empire, and he is the [prototype template] of the Allied infantry. ”

"After you defeat Hammerman and rescue him, you can get his unconditional submission."

"He's a very tough super soldier and plays an important role in you."

“……”

"You go, go back to where you belong."

Blackjack wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say a word.

"Thank you!" Blackjack bowed to Hammerman from the bottom of his heart.

Hammerman had made his words clear, and Blackjack had to resolutely turn away. He knew in his heart that this might be the last time he would see this flesh-and-blood uncle.

After Blackjack left, a burst of cheerful electronic music sounded, and Hammerman's lonely voice echoed through the room.

"Lost in the bottom of your heart

I want to know

Have I lost my mind?

Please don't let me go

If tonight is not forever

At least I've got you with me

I know I'm not alone

Whenever, wherever

……”——《Alone》

…

Blackjack returned to the battleship and ordered the destruction of Hammerman's base in the first phase with artillery.

It's an escape, it's a ritual, and it doesn't matter if you use a little more energy.

Arrange for an assistant to direct the raid, and Blackjack returns to the break room.

He didn't want to delay any longer, and he was going to watch that video now.

Summon a virtual screen and ask the assistant to bring up the [blackjack] Bible to play.

The video begins to play on a table with a box identical to that given to Blackjack by the vigilant higher-ups.

The screen moves closer to the table, and the voice of a middle-aged man who makes Blackjack feel very familiar and familiar sounds in the video.

"Hello, someone who is destined."

The voice in the picture paused.

"Well...... I didn't have time to ramble too much, so I just started demonstrating how to use this deck of poker. ”

The camera is pulled to the extreme, and the operation between the hand and the playing card is clearly filmed.

"I'm only going to do it in slow motion, and if you don't understand it, you need to figure it out first. Then follow my pattern and practice a few more times, and you will learn naturally. ”

Blackjack's already heavy heart was now even more depressed because of Hammerman, and the man in the video didn't show up at all, only showing his hands to demonstrate how to play poker.

After reading it for a while, Blackjack didn't understand it at all, probably because he didn't read the text description.

Exiting the video, Blackjack was not in the mood to read the instructions now, so he was ready to wash and sleep.

By the time Blackjack had washed up, the finishing touches had been completed.

After Blackjack took a bath, he was in a much better mood because of the washing of the water and the relaxation of returning to his mother's body.

He didn't want to be disturbed anymore, he happened to be idle again, and he was quite interested in the so-called Finnish sniper, so he decided to go and meet this somewhat legendary figure for a while.

Blackjack came to the lower deck of the battleship and waited for the landing craft to return.

After a while, all the landing craft were recovered into the battleship's login compartment, and then the battleship's rear login compartment door was raised and closed.

After the landing craft returned to its position, the soldiers disembarked from the landing ship one after another.

The supplies carried by the landing craft were handed over to the ship's intelligent machinery controlled by the intelligent assistant, and the soldiers returned to the recharged barracks.

After most of the soldiers left, only two machine gunners remained. The two embraced a slightly skinny infantryman and walked towards Blackjack.

The infantry came to Blackjack, stood up and saluted, and said in a loud voice:

"Your Excellency Commander, Private First Class Simon Haye is here to report for duty!"

The infantry in front of him was really not much different in size from those construction soldiers.

It's just that the faces don't look alike, and there is more of an indescribable feeling than those who build soldiers.

Even if he was wearing equipment that was more worn out than a soldier, he couldn't hide that... The feeling of palpitations.

"Very well, soldier."

Blackjack nodded, and he could tell that Simon was clearly a natural person.

"You can go and rest, if there is anything, we will talk in detail tomorrow, my assistant will arrange a separate bedroom for you first, go ahead."

Blackjack was a little tired, and seeing that Simon's spirit was not very strong, he simply let him go to rest first.

"Yes, Your Excellency, Commander."

With that, Simon turned and walked towards the camp, followed by the two heavys.

"Assistant, help me find information about this Simon." Blackjack was about to go back to rest, but he wanted to see if his assistant's database had any information about the sniper.

"Simon Haye, born in...

Participated in...

Fight the enemy...

He is the most famous and feared ghost sniper of the Second Blue Star War, and his enemies call him the White Death."

……

The next day, Blackjack got busy early in the morning.

What's busy? Of course, it's to improve your strength.

The level of the Headquarters Protocol has been upgraded to level five, and the newly unlocked Temples and Rocket Gunners are all mass killers.

There are also those cheating researchers, who can't do anything without research materials, so all of Blackjack's current technology levels are only level 1.

Blackjack first came to the institute and copied all the relevant materials obtained from the Dark Empire to the institute's database.

In the process of sifting through the data, Blackjack inevitably found a problem.

Why, the Allied headquarters, with its hypertech research center, are generally at a lower level of technology than the Dark Empire and the Merchant Council?

After searching and reading some of the relevant materials, Blackjack finally got a general idea of what this so-called "Allied Headquarters" was all about.

It turns out that the purpose of this so-called Allied headquarters is not at all like what the information provided by [War Assistant] says, it is for some bullshit world peace.

Their real purpose is to completely destroy this world.

Why?

Because "they" are the native data life of this "semi-data world".

Because of the "core" where they came from, they are now facing the dilemma of having their living environment changed, and they are also facing the danger of extinction.

The reason why their technology is relatively backward is because they have no relevant underlying information at all.

All the technology is a defective product of the imitation of the Dark Empire, which can only upgrade part of the performance, not the underlying upgrade, and it is also very costly.

However, these things are also enough for them.

After all, these things at the level of physical dimensions are useless to them.

Their purpose is simply to create more wars and consume more energy until the energy in the core is exhausted.

The physical part of this world will naturally collapse and be destroyed.

This would explain why the Dark Empire, the Allied Headquarters, and the Merchant Council were able to exist in this world in a relatively balanced manner.

The three forces check and balance each other and demand each other.

However, this stable pattern may not last long.

According to the information about his father revealed by Hammerman last time, the real culprit who changed this world was actually [Infinite Skynet].

……

Choosing infantry technology as the first priority, Blackjack left the institute.

To do this kind of research, you still have to rely on those scientists.

In the future, we should give priority to talents in this area and see if we can pull out a few teeth from the tiger's mouth of other forces.

Blackjack summons an intelligent assistant, and he prepares to build the temple first.

After questioning his assistant, Blackjack was dumbfounded.

In the underlying source code that was cracked last time, there was no data about the temple.

The databases of the Dark Empire and the Merchant Council are also nothing useful.

Blackjack brought in the "recruited" natives again, and they didn't even know how to build the temple.

There is no temple, and even if a statue of a god is built, it is just an ornament to look at.

What the? You said you could grab it?

It's useless, even those natives can only use their own tribe's idols, and even if other tribes grab it, they can only use it by getting the crystal down.

Blackjack tried almost every possible conjugable possibility, and none of them worked.

He went through all the information again, but he couldn't figure out what the situation was.

Blackjack can only try one last resort now, and turn to Three for help.

I don't know if I don't ask, and I'm shocked when I ask.

It turned out that the magical power of the temple had already touched the core law power of the physical world.

And those who can channel the power of this law, except for the [War Assistant], only the evil genius Dr. Terror can do it.

Those natives? Their idols were all built by the sacrifices of the gods of the tribe of the missing gods, and the so-called tribal sacrifices were just a disguise, and their own power was borrowed from the idols.

Therefore, it is impossible to defect to Doctor Terror, and Blackjack, who has left the Allied headquarters, is temporarily unable to have a god idol under the restrictions of some mysterious rules.

Blackjack was so angry that he had to eat a lemon, and in desperation, he had to give up.

Blackjack came to the barracks sullenly, observed the information of the newly unlocked rocket gunners, and walked towards Simon Heyer's camp.

Blackjack arrives at the infantry camp, only to find an identical group of Simon Hayer gathered to chat......

"What the hell is going on?"

Blackjack asks the assistant.

It turned out that Blackjack had previously prioritized the upgrade of landing ships and infantry camps.

Therefore, after the fifth-level protocol of the command was successfully cracked, the intelligent assistant automatically upgraded the landing ship and infantry camp according to priority.

I don't know how, the construction center automatically built a dozen infantry without permission.

Not only did the vacant landing ship positions be filled, but there were also several more explosive infantrymen.

What's even more interesting is that these soldiers are complete replicas built with Simon as a template.

It is estimated that if Blackjack calls Simon's name now, these infantrymen will probably agree in unison.

However, Blackjack still found the real Simon hidden in the infantry group.

Nothing else, that breath that can't be hidden, is not at the same level as other infantry.

Blackjack came to Simon's side and pulled him out of the infantry group.

"Simon, come with me to the barracks, I have something to ask you."

Simon's reply surprised Blackjack because he actually refused.

"Your Excellency, Honorable Commander, there is something we can actually discuss here."

"Well, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that."

"I mean, I know, and they'll all know."

"Hmm... How so? ”

Simon is speechless, I don't know how to explain it.

"What he means is that he's connected to their mental network."

The intelligent assistant suddenly ran out to relieve Simon.

Simon followed up with his assistant's words: "Yes, and I have the dominant position in it, absolute control. ”

"Aren't you the control center?"

The assistant controls the public loudspeaker and continues to answer the phone.

"That's right! [Control Center], I am now their control center. ”

As soon as he woke up, Simon was suddenly opened to the joint.

"It's fair to say that now I'm them, they're me, and we're like one person, but we have the ability to think independently."

"So I think if Your Excellency the Commander has any questions, we can discuss them together."

"After all, there are always limits to the thinking of a single individual."

Blackjack was still a little angry, he didn't obey the order on the first day, and then he got it? It doesn't feel as good as those rigid builder soldiers, at least they're obedient.

As a result, when he heard Simon and his assistant's explanation, Blackjack was stunned.

Thinking Network? Control the center? What is this, how does it sound like a collective intelligence like Hammerman, assimilated by the hive consciousness?

"It's not that exaggerated, I just want to talk to you about family life, and I want to learn from you about your previous information," said Blackjack. ”

"Something from before?" Simon frowned, he shook his head and said, "I don't have the memory of the past, only the memory of being rescued by His Excellency the Commander. I only know that it was Your Excellency the Commander that saved me, and I will be Your Excellency's person from now on. ”

Blackjack couldn't figure it out, what kind of fat thing are these people? Do I look so much like a little deserved? I'm really drunk too.

"Don't mind, you're still your own, I just need you to help me defeat the enemy."

"Well... Speaking of defeating the enemy, I heard your marksmanship is good? ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, Commander."

As soon as Simon heard Blackjack ask him about his marksmanship, it was as if he had changed in an instant.

"My marksmanship, though I don't dare to guarantee a gun headshot. But nine times out of ten, I can hit the enemy's vital point, and there is absolutely no possibility of emptying the gun. ”

As soon as Simon finished speaking, the infantry clones next to him also followed.

"Yes, yes, as long as there is enough time, it is a small thing for me to be able to hit every shot."

"Not only that, but every time I kill an enemy, my combat effectiveness increases by one point."

"It's mostly because of my natural inner personality, addiction and pervert. The more enemies I kill, the more excited and effective I become. ”

"The reason why this is the case is because I was born with an ability.

I can clearly feel the hesitation, helplessness, pain and reluctance of the enemy before death... and liberation. ”

"It felt like killing the enemy and killing myself at the same time.

I could feel the bullet pierce through the flesh, through the ribcage, and hit the beating heart, churning it into a mass of meat sauce that sprayed out from behind......"

"And ......"

A dozen minions chattered around Blackjack.

The more they talked, the more terrifying they became, the bloodier they became, and there was a bloodthirsty sparkle in their eyes.

Blackjack shuddered and took a step back stealthily.

Unable to make sense of it, Blackjack simply asked the assistant to template their specific information into data.

The data is templated.

Prototype Warrior (Simon Haye)

Class: Super Infantry (Sniper God)

Base Attribute: ...... (Refer to Normal Infantry)

Skill: [One Shot Headshot]

The first shot is one hundred percent of a headshot, after which the probability is random and decreases as physical strength decreases.

Talent: [Murderer]

Kill enemies and strengthen their temporary stats.

For every 10 enemies killed, all stats are temporarily increased by 1%.

The more enemies you kill, the stronger your stats.

Headshots deal an additional 50% damage bonus.

Explanation: I'm not a pervert, I was just born with this ability.

Looking at the information in front of him, Blackjack was a little shocked, this is the data of the infantry, is it that I haven't woken up yet?

This data is too perverted, Blackjack is a little unbelievable.

So, he searched his assistant's database for some relevant information.

[Control Center] - the network of thoughts

Description: Single-handedly manipulate an infinite number of perfect clones, or perfect clones.

Explanation: Those who can do this kind of thing are not normal humans, for your safety, please stay away from them.

[Super Maniac] - Addicted psychopath

The data has been lost.

Re-do the deep search...

"Blue Star Alliance: Elite Governance Proposal"

…

Item 79: Cleaning up the dross before the first tech crash...

Proposal Directory:...

Book:...

5884: "Born a Pervert"

5885: "Crazy Addict"

…

The Nexus Republic has cleared the top secret archives: "Human Manipulation and Alteration Project"

The first is to remove all important information that is not conducive to the plan.

In order to... In the name of the Blue Star Alliance, an elitist governance bill was initiated.

…

[Empathy] - Abuse and killing genes

Mirror-tactile synesthesia

…

It took a while for Blackjack to finally figure out what Simon's situation was in right now.

Leaving the infantry camp, Blackjack was ready to test the power of the [Prototype Warriors] with the few tumors left behind before to see how effective this group of perverts really were.

After all, without personal experience, it is empty to say anything.

After turning on the radar reconnaissance map, Blackjack chose a level 60 dark mercenary called Thief Heart.

MMP, call you to grow vegetables, call you to be a cancer, see how I clean you up.