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January 6, 2025.

Christmas Eve (Orthodox).

Sakhalin, Russia.

In the evening, the weather is freezing and cloudy, the snow on the side of the road is up to a metre high, and pedestrians are wrapped in thick fur hats, scarves and down jackets.

A strange man stood silently in the goose-feather snow.

Shirts, T-shirts, jeans, and a light outfit that doesn't fit in with the people around him, with a white suitcase in his hand and an orangutan on his shoulder, this tall, strong Asian man looks around blankly.

There was no shivering, no face flushed from the cold, the freezing extreme cold seemed to him to be non-existent, and if it weren't for the rapid formation of a white mist of the air exhaled from his mouth and nose, he might have thought to be a dummy moved out of a clothing store.

It's Christmas Eve, people are in a hurry to go home to enjoy a hearty dinner and warm heating, no one pays attention to this strange man, and the surroundings are soon empty, except for the howling north wind, the falling snowflakes and the lonely streets.

The man silently opened the white suitcase, reached out and took out something inside, as if taking out a stack of banknotes, and then looked up and said something to the orangutan on his shoulder, the orangutan nodded, grabbed the man's clothes and climbed down, and actually got into the suitcase that looked very flat.

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Downstairs of an old five-story apartment.

The incandescent light bulb was on, and behind the counter on the first floor, an old and obese Russian woman was concentrating on knitting a sweater, while the news was looping on a TV screen next to her.

"Crunch—"

The door was pushed open.

The howling wind and snow rushed in with the cold air, and suddenly the warm atmosphere set off by the ceramic radiator was washed away, and the middle-aged woman put down her sweater, looked up dissatisfied, muttered two sentences of Russian curses in her mouth, and said loudly:

"Today is Christmas Eve, no accommodation ......"

"Smack!"

A thick stack of green bills bearing Benjamin Franklin's face flung over the counter.

"Is it okay to have dollars?"

Fu Qinghai couldn't understand Russian, so he asked in English.

"Yes, yes, I'll give you the key to the room."

It seems that the dollar in the main Marvel universe can also be used in the Pacific Rim universe, which is good news.

The middle-aged woman twisted her fat body and stood up, bowed her head and looked for it in the string of keys hanging behind the counter, babbling something she didn't understand, Fu Qinghai stood in place and waited patiently, the middle-aged woman took out a bunch of keys, suddenly raised her head and asked in English:

"Are you here to build the 'Anti-Monster Wall'?"

Fu Qinghai was stunned for a moment and shook his head:

"It's not."

"I don't think you're like you, how can any foreign worker wear your clothes...... Haha, then again, who would build an anti-monster wall in a backcountry like Sakhalin. ”

The middle-aged woman muttered to herself, handed over a bunch of keys, Fu Qinghai was about to stretch out her hand, the woman suddenly grabbed the key and retracted her hand, and said:

"Aha, I guessed it!"

She pointed to Fu Qinghai and said:

"You're so rich, and you're still giving dollars...... You're a monster black market merchant, right? The corpse of the fish-eyed monster is lying on the beach, and you're here for that, aren't you? ”

Fu Qinghai was even more inexplicable, frowned and asked:

"Does this have anything to do with whether or not I can stay?"

"It's okay, it's okay......"

The middle-aged woman handed over the key and said:

"But you have to pay attention, young man, as far as I know, the monster corpse has already been contracted, the local gangsters, Andre's gang, they are not easy to mess with."

This Russian aunt is a little too enthusiastic.

Fu Qinghai reached out and took the key, and walked upstairs without looking back.

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Cramped, filthy little apartment, with a simple folding iron bed in the living room, a small kitchen with all kinds of appliances, and a small sparrow, but also a full house.

Fu Qinghai was wearing a vest and bare feet, sitting cross-legged on the floor alone, posing in a meditative posture, but he had no intention of meditating in his heart, but was trying to recall the plot line and related settings of the Pacific Rim series of movies:

"The First Evolution"

At the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, in the rift between two tectonic plates, connects another planet, or simply a parallel universe, which scientists call a "wormhole".

At 7 a.m. on August 11, 2013, the first monster landed in San Francisco, a huge skyscraper-like monster that passed through a wormhole and came to Earth.

Tanks, planes, and missiles bombarded indiscriminately for six days before the monster was taken down, covering a radius of 60 kilometers, three cities were reduced to ashes, and tens of thousands of human beings were killed.

Tactical nuclear bombs were used in the battle.

The first two failed to hit the monster "invader" and did not kill it until the third, but since then, many parts of the San Francisco Bay Area have been uninhabitable for centuries, creating the so-called "Forgotten Graveyard".

Fortunately, the monster was destroyed in the end.

People finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the good times did not last long, and five months later, another monster popped out of the wormhole and went straight to the Xiangjiang River. Once again, tactical nuclear bombs were used to destroy it, and the environment was also destroyed, so that Xiangjiang was also demarcated as a quarantine zone. Less than eight months later, a third monster struck and nearly flattened all of Sydney before it was bombed to the ground.

Tactical nuclear bombs play a pivotal role in the destruction of monsters each time, but they also destroy the environment of several cities along the Pacific coast, making them uninhabitable.

The use of nuclear bombs is not a long-term solution, otherwise humanity's war to defend the planet will be tantamount to digging one's own grave. But conventional weapons don't help at all, monsters don't pay attention to tank shells at all, ordinary missiles can't kill them at most, they can be said to be the most indestructible thing that humans have ever seen.

The existential crisis has led all mankind to reach a consensus - to abandon old suspicions, share the same hatred, and fight against foreign enemies together.

As a result, the whole world began to focus on the overall situation, unite as one, and pool resources to jointly defend the survival of mankind.

In this context.

The Hunter Program came into being.

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"Woo Woo Woo Tick!"

Fu Qinghai was thinking about it when a noisy and rapid noise came from outside the house, interrupting his thoughts.

The sound of some kind of siren.

What's the situation?

Fu Qinghai was puzzled, Ma Li got up and put on his shoes, opened the door and walked downstairs.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, it's three o'clock in the morning.

Christmas Eve has passed, and it's Christmas.

"They're coming, they're coming!"

People shouted and ran out of the room.

Fu Qinghai walked down the stairs and found that the entire apartment had woken up, and they had gathered in the hall, where there was a large TV, and the crowd of people in black was watching one after another.

An emergency news clip is being broadcast on the TV, and the news footage comes from the real-time broadcast of the "Monster Eye" TV station.

"The monster is in Xiangjiang, why are you ringing the alarm bell here?"

An old white man, with a wrinkled face and a weathered look, complained dissatisfiedly.

"Because there are two!"

The obese middle-aged Russian woman, who had been sitting behind the front desk of the apartment, heard the words and said loudly:

"This is unprecedented! If two appear now, there may be a dozen in the future, and they will destroy the whole world! ”

Seems a bit alarmist?

Fu Qinghai squeezed through the crowd and looked at the TV screen.

Inside the screen, countless helicopters surround the coastline, and the white pillars of searchlights continue to chase the figures of monsters, two black creatures with majestic bodies like mountains.

"Tailed rat" and "ridged turtle".

The headline reads.

It was late at night when they appeared in Xiangjiang, just like the apartment at this moment, and there was no time difference between the two places.

Monster Eye TV images are blurry and impossible to track them, with the "Standing Rat" looking like a giant black frog with horns and a protruding blue phosphorescent sac in its throat, while the "Ridgeback Turtle" is missing.

Fu Qinghai saw it first, and the "tailed standing mouse" stood up and pounced forward, and easily smashed through the huge gray wall beyond the coastline.

"Oh......"

There was a low exclamation.

The helicopter's camera was far away, the monsters and walls in the picture didn't look very big, and they didn't hear any earth-shattering loud noises, and the microphone could only record the sound of the high-altitude wind "whirring", but the crowd of onlookers could still imagine how terrifying and shocking it was when the wall broke and collapsed through the small TV screen.

"I knew that the wall was meaningless."

A young man says:

"If you want me to say, they should build a few more Mecha Hunters. So that we can destroy those monsters. ”

"We can't do anything to help."

Someone next to him unceremoniously retorted:

"There are fourteen monsters this year, twenty or even sixty next year! We are dead, there is no doubt that we can't hide, building coastal walls, building mecha hunters, it's all useless, nothing can stop them! ”

"Look, Chernoalpha!"

Someone pointed to the screen and shouted.

The quarrel between the two was temporarily interrupted.

"Chernoalpha is coming!"

"It's our mech! Russian mechs! ”

"Ulla!"

The men present raised their fists and let out excited cheers, their faces were ruddy, as if they had drunk wine, and their mouths kept shouting.

Two Mecha Hunters appear in the picture, and people can't help but cheer when they find out that the "ChernoAlpha" is also among them.

Fu Qinghai also recognized the "Storm Crimson", a Chinese mecha with three arms, piloted by the Wei triplets.

According to the discussion of the people around him, Fu Qinghai learned:

In the past, there were Shattered Domes all over the world to maintain mecha hunters and guard human homes. About seven or eight years ago, the Vladivostok Broken Dome was closed, and the "Chernoalpha" stationed there to defend the Russian coastline moved to Xiangjiang, and other broken domes were gradually closed, and now the Xiangjiang Broken Dome is the only broken dome left in the world.

And these two monsters are attacking Xiangjiang.

Their targets are Mecha Hunters, "Cherno-Alpha" and "Storm Crimson".

The TV screen was silent, and people held their breath.

Inside and outside the painting, it's very quiet.

Fu Qinghai saw that the three mechanical arms of the "Storm Crimson" were lined up, and the end of the rotating blade rotated rapidly, forming the so-called "thundercloud formation", and then the "tailed rat" broke out of the sea.

It was a fierce battle.

At the wrists of the three mechanical arms of "Storm Crimson", a set of cemented carbide serrated blades that can rotate 6,000 times per minute stretched out, and a series of wild sweeps were carried out one after another, and the flesh of the "tailed rat" was thrown away piece by piece with the dance of the blades. But the monster's movements did not freeze in the slightest, as if the continuous attacks of "Storm Crimson" were nothing more than a small fight for it.

The "Tailed Standing Rat" grabbed the head of "Storm Red" with its forelimbs, and a hind limb covered with sharp blades hooked into the middle of the fuselage, firmly fixing the mecha in place.

With a deafening sound of metal tearing and sparks glistening from the crackling wires, the "Standing Rat" ripped off Storm Red's head, crumpled it, lifted it high, and threw it out. I saw the head of the mecha fly out of the sea in Victoria Bay, and the headless fuselage slowly fell down and gradually disappeared into the sea.

"The storm is red", declared destroyed.

The throat pouch of the "tailed standing rat" suddenly swelled, and the blue liquid sprayed covered the whole body of "Chernoalpha". Suddenly, the picture flickered on and off, and it was not real.

The reporter said that another mech hunter, the "Eureka Raider", was on his way to support.

When the footage is clear again, onlookers can see the monster rushing towards Cherno-Alpha in the waves, and the mechhunters are still fighting, even though the blue material covering the surface has begun to erode the mech's shell, making it difficult to move.

At this time, something suddenly came out of the sea, looking like a gorilla covered in scales, and the scene was very chaotic, and people seemed to see that the head of "Chernoalpha" was removed, and the mecha was split in half.

"Chernoalpha" was quickly destroyed under the blows of the "Tailed Rat" and the "Ridged Turtle".

The shouts and joys that had been before were now dead silent.

Fu Qinghai was silent.

The Russians were also silent.

On Orthodox Christmas, Fu Qinghai witnessed the fall of two mecha hunters.

The scenes that I had seen in the movie were reproduced again on the TV screen in front of me.

Fu Qinghai didn't continue to look at it, and turned to leave.

The follow-up plot, he doesn't need to watch the news to know:

The "Eureka Raider" was beaten and half crippled, and in the end, it was the "Dangerous Wanderer" who defeated the two monsters, and neither of the "Storm Crimson" nor the "Cherno-Alpha" pilots survived.

Fu Qinghai walked out of the apartment with his hands in his pockets.

The wind is still howling, and the snow is still shaking.

He saw people building bonfires in the park, singing and dancing around the fire, and then slowly kneeling down and praying.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold, young man?"

An old man with a fire next to him asked.

"Who is that?"

Fu Qinghai didn't answer his question, but raised his chin and asked.

"That's a monster cultist."

The old man was bored fiddling with the dry wood in the oil drum.

"They are praying for the end of the world."

He was dressed like a construction worker, his face was full of vicissitudes and exhaustion, and he spoke English okay, only with a slightly heavier accent.

Monster Believers?

Fu Qinghai had heard of it, but it was the first time he had seen it.

"Isn't there anyone to stop them?"

Fu Qinghai asked curiously.

"It's just a bunch of poor people who can't survive."

The old man shook his head, threw a piece of plastic garbage into the gasoline drum in front of him, black smoke and an unpleasant smell came out of it, lowered his head, and sighed:

"And there are more of them than before."

This sentence reminded Fu Qinghai of the cults that bred at the bottom of the Warhammer 40K nest - once life has no support and hope, the poor people at the bottom can only rely on all kinds of strange religious organizations.

The impact of the monster invasion on all of humanity is not as simple as building walls and mechs.

However, Warhammer 40K is truly a god.

Who is the god of monster believers?

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Hong Kong, Kowloon.

At the intersection of Fong Road and Yuen Street, Lauster Caudle Grey stepped out of the taxi.

This is the edge of the Heung Kong Quarantine Zone, which is unofficially known as the "Bone Slum", which has since become a memorial site for radioactive materials when the military dropped a series of small tactical nuclear bombs to wipe out the monsters.

No one would have thought that people would move back here so quickly, but then again, who would have thought that more monsters would come one after another?

Thousands of people now live in the Kowloon Skull Slum, and the massive skeleton has been turned into a "tourist attraction" – of course, the Chinese government will not allow tourism projects in areas with radiation hazards without official approval.

Lauster looked up at the monster's chest, and above the low buildings, the arched bones reached into the sky, bending in and out of the tall buildings. The reconstruction of Xiangjiang is progressing rapidly, and it has been eleven years since the monster died, and its traces have faded, but the skull remains.

He heard that it was for some religious purpose, but he wasn't sure if the rumors were true or not, and that wasn't his interest, the only part of the monster that attracted him was the corpse fragments that could be used for research:

Bones, epidermis, internal organs, everything......

Sith alchemy has created many "beasts of war".

The Kisai people, who were the first to discover that the Dark Force could be used to manipulate the flesh and genes of living beings, are also known as "Ninash Uzakul", which means "visceral binders".

They created many different breeds of war beasts to work and kill for the Gurcyans:

Warbird, Shiloth, Vicious Sizzle, War Beamon, War Dragon, Tukata, Battle Hydra, Vigondak Pupa, ......

Life is a dividing line.

Casting Sith alchemy on corpses is only at the apprentice level.

Casting Sith alchemy on living creatures is the true master.

However, even the most powerful war beasts of the ancient Sith Empire are still far inferior to the monsters that the "pioneers" of the "other world" spent hundreds of millions of years to build.

The "pioneers" are the monster experts.

Lauster agreed.

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The logic of war in Pacific Rim is the same as that of Warhammer 40K, and there are some very nonsense parts that are the same as Warhammer 40K, and I will try to help it circle as much as possible.