—Black cloud calendar 3780 March 15 weather: black cloud concentration S—

When the sun rises over the horizon, the vibrant blue planet is a thing of the past, and all that comes into view is the dark and pearl-like atmosphere, and it is hard to imagine that there are any living beings who can survive in such a world.

This is the price that humanity pays for pollution, for war, for killing, for greed. It is not the rich and the powerful who can pay for this...... Because they dwell above the black clouds.

Thanks to the progress of science and technology, and the 50 years of hard work of nearly 200 million laborers, mankind built a giant celestial space station with a length of 6,500 kilometers around the Earth's near orbit before its own destruction.

The new Great Wall of steel is supported by 108 ladders of orbit that connect the earth, and it is called the "Ring of God", which truly stands in heaven beyond the nine heavens.

All the large conglomerates and coalition governments have set up their own jurisdictions here. Among them, the most prominent is the [Overlord] Group, a state-level enterprise with 27 million employees and in charge of 30% of the earth's energy industry and 50% of the space expansion fleet.

The chairman of such a behemoth, Gu Xuan, is busier than the president of the coalition government, and some lower-level managers start making appointments at the age of 20 and only have the opportunity to meet him when he retires at the age of 60.

But today, he appeared in front of the Overlord Group's space port in Area A of the Ring of God, wearing a pale white spacesuit, standing in zero-gravity outer space with a gravity adsorption system.

All around him, the busiest cosmic port stopped operating for tens of millions of seconds, and every corner of the place was full of warriors armed with ion beam firearms, and that posture of being ready for battle was like even if a meteor struck, they could beat it into slag, and they would not let a trace of dust fall on Gu Xuan's shoulders.

Facing the direction of the rising sun, Gu Xuan under the space mask sighed softly and looked at the clock on the holographic screen in the corner of his eyes, the countdown was beating at a uniform speed, "I've been waiting for 6 months, and I'm finally back." ”

Since taking over the Overlord Group at the age of 15, Gu Xuan has never been as excited as he is today, just like a child who is about to get a long-awaited Christmas gift, and a smile of excitement can't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

And playing the role of Santa Claus is the "Mars Pioneer" resource mining ship of the Overlord Group, which is accompanied by the brilliance of the solar flare, and the silver-white hull that appears in space seems to be plated with a layer of gold, shining.

"Your Excellency, the port in Area A has been cleared, and the 240 members of the group's special transport team are on standby at any time, and the captain wants to ask about the level and type of goods to be transported to determine whether the transportation method is safe?" One of the guards asked humbly.

"Level? Type? How do you define that? Gu Xuan smiled, "It is the origin of all power and the bane of the end of the world, but it is my Gu Xuan's dream, the dream of conquering the universe." ”

Gu Xuan had never said so many words to his subordinates, and of course he didn't expect his subordinates to understand.

At the same moment, on the arriving Pioneer transport, everyone was immersed in an atmosphere of self-satisfied joy. Because they all know that they will be most expected to transport the goods back by the chairman, they will all receive rich rewards, promotions and salary increases, and it is not a problem to be promoted to the top of their lives, and they will reach the peak of their lives in a few minutes.

It was in this relaxed atmosphere that no one noticed that a short-haired girl in a tight spacesuit, with a 36D breast, passed past a group of drunk crew members and came to the door of the lowest cargo hold.

"Stop, this is an S-class forbidden area! No one is allowed to enter, show your identification! ”

Talking is a four-legged laser tank, operated by a single driver, equipped with a 360-degree laser pulse cannon with no dead ends, 4 12-barreled heavy firepower Thor repeater guns, and 2 magma-level flamethrowers, which can destroy a town in an instant.

"Proof of identity? Sorry, but the boss who hired me didn't seem to make me that kind of thing. ”

The girl sucked on the galaxy lollipop in her mouth, smiled and raised her hand to unzip the spacesuit on her chest, the carcass exposed inch by inch, making the driver of the four-legged chariot want to drool, but only a few seconds later, the primitive instinct of the animal was replaced by fear.

Because the body exposed by the girl was actually a pure black mechanical prosthesis!

In this era of advanced science and technology, in order to pursue the ultimate in strength and the continuation of life, human beings have long studied the transformation method of integrating the human body and machinery.

However, the use of too many mechanical prosthetic components can also make people lose their nature and suffer from a disease called "mechanical prosthetic syndrome", which will be medically judged to be brain dead.

Therefore, this kind of mechanical prosthetic transformation will be strictly controlled to no more than 30% of the human body parts, even if the military must carry it out.

But the person in front of him, except for the head, there is nothing that belongs to a human being, and the degree of mechanical prosthetics is more than 90%, it is simply a moving machine! There is only one transformer who is so alternative and so good-looking in the world......

"Joan of Arc of Phantoms?!"

The driver couldn't help but call out the name, the most terrifying monster on earth, she was a spy when the merchant hired her; When the military hired her, she was the Grim Reaper; And when she acts on her own, it is a nightmare for all living beings.

"Kid, do you know me? As a reward, I'll let you die a happy death. Joan of Arc smiled as she took the lollipop pear vortex in her mouth.

"What about Joan of Arc?! If you dare to touch the goods of my Overlord Group, you will only have a dead end! ”

The driver started the laser pulse cannon in a rage, and dozens of red lasers burst out from the dome generator on the back of the four-legged chariot, like a laser light in a dance hall that was changing indiscriminately, but everything it touched was neatly cut, even the 30 cm thick titanium alloy floor was scorched with deep marks, and Joan of Arc's plump little body was naturally unable to resist.

Strangely, Joan of Arc strolled forward as if dancing, passing through thousands of lasers with unerring precision, and a graceful one-horse slid to the bottom of the chariot. The 12-barreled Thor gun sticks out from the bottom, aiming at Joan of Arc's head and starting to rotate to warm up.

"No more playing."

Joan of Arc crushed the galaxy lollipop between his teeth, and billowing steam erupted from the gap in the pitch-black mechanical right arm, and the arm glowed like a red-hot soldering iron.

With a bang, Joan of Arc threw a punch to the bottom of the chariot, directly piercing through the chariot's 4 layers of tactical armor, like a red-hot knife stabbing into butter.

The driver, before he could feel the pain, had been burned to death in the cab, and the spinning cannon had stopped.

"Rich people's dogs, it's pitiful. It's still a free wolf like me, the happiest. ”

Joan of Arc sighed and pulled out her mechanical arm, the crimson color faded, and she returned to its pitch-black appearance, and from the ammo bay that popped out of her thigh, she took out a new galaxy lollipop and took it in her mouth and licked it.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

When Joan of Arc slammed open the door of the warehouse, which was stronger than the bank vault, and the alarm sounded like an alarm clock to wake everyone up from their sweet dreams, Joan of Arc was already standing in front of Gu Xuan's most beloved goods.

Unexpectedly, in the warehouse that is enough to hold 4,000 tons of rare ore materials, there is only a piece of ice crystal with a diameter of 3 meters, and the billowing cold smoke is tumbling down the surface of the ice crystal, irradiating under the huge searchlight for more than 100 days, and the ice crystal has no sign of melting.

"Finally meet, my darling."

Joan of Arc smiled and stroked the ice surface at minus 120 degrees with her mechanical palm, and through the clean crystals, she could clearly see that there was a girl with a red fruit sleeping under the ice!