Dr. Kuhlman, dressed in a Marine Corps three-defense camouflage uniform and a beret crookedly, drove with one hand while chewing a cigar and pulling back his cell phone with the other. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Shaoqing connected the phone, and the messenger lazily greeted from the Bluetooth headset: "Hey, you're in South America?" ”

"Venezuela. This exercise yields significant assessment data. I have to inspect it myself. Is the new body still adapting? Dr. Kuhlman lifted his headphones and squinted as he drove, his cigar biting his lip jolting.

The messenger grunted in annoyance on the phone and complained: "Of course not as good as Rothschild." The cloned body was so weak that I could hear the aging of the parts in it...... I always feel that the body's apoptosis cycle is not as long as a healthy liver cell? Damn it. ”

"That's your hallucination, because you still need to rest. With current technology, this shell will be fine for five years. Kuhlman skilfully comforted him.

"Where's the cousin? I want to see her, uh, I'm empty, I need a little bit of a feeling alive...... It's as if this memory isn't mine, and every time I wake up, I feel like this memory isn't mine. The messenger grunted in ecstasy.

"I said you need to rest. It's great to know you're resuscitating. That's it. "The doctor wants to hang up.

"Where's the cousin?" The messenger asked persistently.

"The Imperial Court has given her a new mission, she is going to North America to kill a senator."

"Didn't she pretend to be an out-of-fashion female singer this time?"

“……”

"You're so indulgent that the money to run the brokerage company has to be deducted from her salary." The messenger was indignant. He remembered that Kotone hated his spoiled head.

"Deducted."

"That's right. Don't give her money to go to concerts, she is developing a side business under the guise of a mission. So how did she sneak in this time, airdrop? ”

"She kidnapped an out-of-fashion female singer, made a colloidal mask, and infiltrated it with disguise."

“……”

"Senator Jefferson listens to her resident singing every Friday, and we have to approve it."

“……”

"It's great to know you're resuscitating. That's it. The Doctor hung up the phone, pulled out his headset and threw it in the glove compartment, put his hands on the steering wheel, and the military Humvee jumped up and down the bumpy road, spurting into a heavily guarded fortress-like coastal stronghold.

On a three-meter-high fortress nailed to steel plates, a mercenary in a crooked beret leaned against the shield of an anti-aircraft machine gun, and only then picked up the walkie-talkie and said "Shut the door" when he saw Dr. Kuhlman's car commander go straight in.

Then, the gears in the steel barrier rolled, and the two heavy geared steel doors slowly protruded, slowly clamped, and closed and snapped. Through the crack in the door, you can glimpse the facilities inside the ramparts, the mercenaries with loaded guns and ammunition are shuttling in formation, the automatic air defense radar on the high platform slowly rotates, and the dense anti-aircraft missile launchers abound.

The camera zooms out and looks down, only to see a sinuous pitch-black steel wall arching a heavily guarded port stronghold. The alloy barracks inside are like square wine bottles upside down on the ground; The door of the vehicle warehouse opened and closed, puffing up the roaring anti-aircraft armored vehicles; On the shooting range, three eager exoskeleton mechs are staggering and firing, testing the effectiveness of special warheads amid the deafening sound of fire. In the blue harbor deep into the land, three light missile patrol boats are docked, gently rocking on the water; On the empty blue sea next to it, there are also three wide deep-water docking points, and it is obvious that the tonnage of the ships docked here is not low.

Dr. Kuhlman was in a good position, so he drove straight in, and the mercenaries on the road stood out one after another. Eventually, the Doctor braked under the towering radar building, opened the door, jumped out of the car, took off the cigar he was biting, and asked the commander in front of him, "If I'm not mistaken, the tanker docked at the port yesterday." ”

A tall and burly soldier stood proudly in front of the command post. He was of mixed European immigrant and Indian descent, with sharp cheeks proudly taut, his lips solemnly pursed, and his complexion sunken like that of a South Asian sunbather. The calm and stern commander nodded, leaned down slightly respectfully, and stretched out his hand to ask Dr. Kuhlman to turn to the left: "Yes, it has been fully loaded and unloaded, and it can be put into use." ”

Dr. Kuhlman followed the commander and took a few steps to the left and walked down the slope into an underground anti-aircraft facility. When I walked into the bomb shelter, the blazing sun suddenly stopped, and the coolness came to my face.

Ten minutes later, the view suddenly widened, as if you had stepped into an underground football field. In the vast underground square, a large undulating human figure is covered by a tarpaulin.

"Four hundred and ninety 'Lancer-grade power armor', please take a look." The commander bowed his head humbly, and his right black-gloved hand gestured lightly to the adjutant.

The adjutant struggled to pull down a canvas. As the pitch-black dust cloth slipped down heavily, a silvery mechanical exoskeleton stood out. It is two meters tall, smooth and shiny, with its proud arms, thick hydraulic pipes and huge Vulcan cannon, all showing off the power of steel and the authority of technology. The heavy battery and drum on the back have been covered with a fairing and integrated into a sleek replaceable carrying backpack for smoother refills. The improved power plant allows the exoskeleton to slim down its lower limbs and make it more agile to maneuver. This is clearly a mass-produced upgrade of the Laredo mech.

Kuhlman took out the soft deerskin, carefully wiped the glasses, put them on elegantly, tucked the deerskin into his inner pocket, held the glasses and looked at the "lancer" with satisfaction, then turned around, strode out, and threw only one sentence: "The operation must be speeded up, time is running out." Take me to see the semi-automatic operating chamber. ”

"Yes. This way. ”

At this time, North America was already filled with a wave of indignant and fierce declarations of war. The procession was haphazardly crowded at the intersections, holding aloft signs with the slogan "The blood of the commandos must not be shed in vain", blocking traffic in the capital.

As a result, the crowded streets are densely packed with jammed cars. The owner cursed and rolled down the window, urging loudly. The car radio eagerly reads the latest headlines:

The Wall Street Times special commentator said that this is a battle to be won, and it's time to give the arrogant guy a little bitterness! Asians always have terrorist genes in their bones, but we want them to know that we are ready for it! Come on, our interception defense system will give them a taste of eggs hitting stones! Their fragile economy will soon be dragged down, and then it will be our turn to enjoy the sweetness of victory: more investment, more jobs, to hell with cheap MADEINCHINA, who will cry and buy our genetically modified soybeans and corn. Oh yes, we'll see! ”

Unclothed homeless people hovered among the congested vehicles, holding up crudely homemade signs that read "America will win," knocking on car windows one by one, holding up signs, and begging for alms.

In Charlie's mansion, the agent carefully knocked on the door and said to Charlie, who was standing at the window: "Colonel, the White House car is waiting for you." ”

Charlie raised his head and tightened his tie, turned around slowly, sat back in his wheelchair step by step, reversed and slid out of the door, and said softly, "I know." Let's go. ”

"How's your body recovering?"

"Much better." (To be continued.) )