The Angel of Death A-19 area, located on the northern edge of the area controlled by the main city of the Angel of Death, is not a habitat that even the Zerg like to choose due to the bitter cold. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, in this remote and barren land, more and more new people have arrived in the past six months, and with it, more and more supplies have been delivered, and the population inflow of the entire area in a short period of time has exceeded the sum of the past three years.

The reason for all this is that a large area of rare earth metal ore was discovered here, and the strategic significance of rare earth ore is needless to say, most of the smelting and manufacturing processes of modern science and technology are more or less linked to rare earth metals.

The most intuitive thing is that all C-level and above combat armor will use rare earth metals, and the addition of rare earth metals in smelting will greatly enhance the properties of the alloy.

The discovery of the rare earth ore was a minor accident, when a team of soldiers stalked a lone collector and discovered a hive deep in the bitter cold barren mountains.

After making contact with the A-19 base, they then entered the hive, where they were ambushed, and in a panic one of the soldiers detonated a grenade, leaving the reckless squad of soldiers to pay a heavy price.

The detonated grenade killed a few low-level collectors, but awakened the other Zerg who were dormant in the depths of the wormhole, and the team was wiped out.

Then the A-19 regional command base began the first wave of exploratory exploration, and as the exploration deepened, the situation in this area and the scale of the Zerg force allocation began to be slowly figured out.

The Zerg in this mountain range belonged to the Zerg troops stationed here before the nuclear annihilation, and after the nuclear annihilation, they lost more than half of their lives and lost contact with other Zerg, so they chose to go into hibernation.

The dormant hive is extremely difficult to find, the dormant hive will emit special electromagnetic waves to shield the detection signal, the current known detection methods are difficult to be effective, each dormant hive, rely on a few collectors who wake up regularly, through the collection of rare earths to provide energy to the dormant hive.

Decades of dormancy have gradually depleted the rare earth resources in the mountains, and a large number of dormant Zerg have died due to energy shortages, and it is precisely because of the lack of resources that the discovered collector will choose to leave the hive to forage for food, and will eventually be discovered.

Originally, as the resources were exhausted, this dormant hive area would slowly perish in dormancy, but due to the rash behavior of the reckless soldiers, many dormant Zerg were awakened, and the hungry Zerg became even more crazy, and they even tried to wake up the dormant Zerg in other hives.

With few rare earth resources left, this area is like a chicken rib for the Angel of Death's headquarters, and it is not worth launching a large-scale battle for it, but it cannot be easily abandoned.

Based on this complex and intractable situation, the Angel of Death Headquarters has developed a series of countermeasures, the most important of which is to designate most of this area as a free hunting zone.

As a result, the low-level transformers of various models who urgently need points will flock to it in a short period of time.

By the time Van drove the armored vehicle through the snowy fields to A-19, it was already the third day after their departure. The three-day drive drained most of the four-person squad, and even the most energetic Mandala was a little sluggish and speechless.

After careful inspection at the checkpoint, the four of them finally arrived at the A-19 base, and the flow of people at the A-19 base surprised the four of them, A-19 obviously can't be compared with A-13 in terms of structure, but the number of transformers here is really a little surprising to them.

Van even saw makeshift bars and other entertainment facilities, and most of the people who came in and out were reformed warriors.

"The mission will be carried out tomorrow, I'll find a place to rest first, and I'll be notified when you have any plans." Mandola waved his hand, twisted his waist and walked straight in the direction of the bar.

"Chief, this woman is a real headache, and I doubt she'll follow your orders during the battle." Art spread his hands, a little helpless.

"Hmph, strength is everything." Mu on the side said with some disdain, and then left Art and Fan and walked in the direction of the bar.

"This guy," Art shook his head, "Boss, Mu has been getting more and more excessive. ”

Fan's face was expressionless as he watched the two leave, and there was no other emotion in his calm eyes.

"Rest, the mission starts tomorrow." With that, Van turned and walked in the other direction.

"Ugh." Art sighed lightly, DA-EI will indeed slowly change the mood of the reformer, making the reformer more and more indifferent, the previous Van Ke would not be so indifferent to tolerate Mu who spoke like this. As a companion who has been partnered with Van since the survival trial, Art is most aware of Van changes, and as Van becomes more and more powerful, his dependence on DA-EI is also increasing.

There are many modified people who believe that DA-EI is addictive, but it has not been confirmed due to the lack of reliable data. However, most of the Type 3, Type 6, and Type 7 modifiers who have been qualified to use DA-EI for a long time will strictly control the amount of DA-EI they use.

Van was apparently not one of them, and as Van became more and more indifferent, Raff also suggested that Van reduce the amount of DA-EI used, but Van always went his own way, so he became the first batch of Type 7 modifiers to use DA-EI the most.

However, Art could only choose to sigh silently, because he knew that if Van wanted to reduce the use of DA-EI, then he would naturally do it, unless he didn't want to do it, and what Van didn't want to do was definitely not something he could change.

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It was night, but the A-19 base was brightly lit, for the reformers, there was no difference between night and day, the normal schedule of ordinary people, for them, there was no meaning, as long as their bodies were well rested, they could choose the beginning of the day at any time.

The only makeshift bar on the base was already full, and for most of the reformers, the bar was the only place they could relax, as the cost was so small that most of the reformers could afford it.

But tonight's atmosphere at the bar was more lively than the previous days, as a man and a woman on the central stage of the bar caught almost everyone's attention.

Under the influence of excessive alcohol and stimulants, most of the reformers were in a state of euphoria, shouting loudly, some dancing with their hands, wishing they were one of the two wrestling in the center of the stage.

Wearing a crimson combat uniform, the mandala had his right hand tightly pressed against a male reformer sitting in front of him, and the simple wooden table under the arms of the two kept emitting an overwhelmed, squeaky **.

Compared to her opponent's faintly sweaty forehead, Mandala was slightly more relaxed, and finally after a twenty-second stalemate, her opponent finally chose to give up due to physical exhaustion, and Mandala's right arm was barely moved.

"Isn't there a decent man here?" Mandala yawned slightly boredly.

This is already her tenth consecutive victory, and the ten opponents who have lost have not even been able to break her raised right arm in the slightest.

"How much have I won so far?" Mandala withdrew his right arm from the table and asked Mu beside him.

"100 points." Mu replied.

"100 points!" Mandala's eyes widened in an exaggerated manner, "So ten so-called 'great' male compatriots have already lost to me?" ”

Mandala shook his head, while putting his slender long legs on the table, through the psychedelic bar lights, wrapped under the tight-fitting combat leather pants, full of elasticity and strength of the long legs emitted**, most of the other people who have long been liberated by alcohol desire male transformation, have produced instinctive physiological reactions, for a while the fire of lust in their eyes even made Mu beside Mandala feel a chill in his back.

Then Mu instinctively chose to take a half step back.

Mandala pursed her lips slightly, a little contemptuous of Mu's reaction, during the three-day journey, she only used a small means, taking advantage of the contradiction between Mu and Fan, and easily pulled Mu into her camp.

And now it seems that this somewhat arrogant and stupid reformed recruit is not very bold.

The mandala laughed, and the index finger slid over the red lips intentionally or unintentionally, and such a ** action caused more and more male reformers to feel crazy about it.

In the face of the group of transformers getting closer and closer, Mandala's right hand was as if nothing happened, casually breaking off a corner of the wooden table, and then constantly throwing it with his right hand to catch it, and then throw it up again.

Only then did everyone stop slowly approaching, and then reacted, the woman in front of them, who seemed to be full of **, was likely to be a terrifying humanoid female tyrannosaurus. Judging from her effortless winning streak of ten games, and easily breaking the corners of the thick wooden table, she was far from being able to compare to those transformers who were also strength enhancements.

The atmosphere in the bar was momentarily awkward.