Tirana, Albania.

The city is not prosperous, but it has a number of anti-nuclear facilities that go deep underground, all of which are products of the Cold War-era front-line confrontation, and some even go several kilometers underground, forming a complex underground complex of buildings.

Underground bunkers of this level.

It can resist orbital bombardment.

Nuclear bunkers need to be maintained, and maintaining these vast Cold War legacies has become a huge burden on the finances of the small Eastern European government, with a perennial lack of repairs that make some structures unsafe and sound.

However, just a few years ago, an international biopharmaceutical company suddenly offered to take over the whole thing, and the local government was naturally happy to get rid of this financial burden and earn a lot of rent every year.

As for the use, they don't care.

The local government may have guessed what the so-called "international biopharmaceutical company" was doing when it bought the underground bunker, but they didn't bother to care.

The country's economy is already very decayed and withered, it is located at the junction of Asia and Europe, and arms, drugs, and human trafficking are rampant.

In fact, Fu Qinghai should have realized that long-term biochemical experiments like perfect humans require a lot of experimental materials, and it is of course better to directly use humans as experimental materials than to use experimental animals such as monkeys, white rats, and dogs. And the production of mature .., also requires a large number of living people as precursor materials. In any normal country, the sudden concentration of a large number of missing people will definitely cause major social problems, but some countries have long served as transit stations and distribution centers for people, and may be able to use this to hide people's eyes.

In some Eastern European countries, underground gangs are rampant, and there is a ready-made underground market for the sale, sale, circulation and exchange of human beings. In the past, these industries were mainly used to sell young white women, mostly related to the illegal sex trade, but now Perfect Human wants a larger number of people, and gender, ethnicity, beauty and ugliness are not considered, as long as it is a healthy and living person, but the number is very high, therefore, many refugees from the Middle East, Africa and Latin America have also been transferred here in large numbers.

No one knows what the ultimate fate of these people will be.

They're just batch after batch......

One after another, they disappeared into the depths of underground anti-nuclear facilities.

……

On this day, the weather was sunny and sunny.

The city streets are deserted, there are few pedestrians, and the breeze blows a few expired newspapers, revealing cigarette butts and wine bottles on the side of the road.

Cluttered telephone poles, old billboards. A crow stands on the eaves of a house and combs its feathers, and a bald old man in a street shop squints and snoozes.

New forms of warfare are often beyond many people's imagination, just like today, with a gentle breeze, a bright sun, and a few meteors faintly visible in the sky.

No warning, no warning.

In the clear blue sky, a little light flickered.

Daytime meteors, gradually turning into meteor showers.

Paddle through a long trail all the way to the ground.

"Hugh——— boom!"

The earth-shattering explosion sent the entire neighborhood shook.

A huge claw-shaped landing module.

Abruptly diagonally in the street.

The low concrete building had completely collapsed, the giant terrifying iron claws were clasped upside down on the ground like ghost hands, several pairs of scarlet eyeglasses lit up in the smoke and dust, and several black-gold armored giants walked out of the ruins with guns and looked at the shuttle.

"Boom! Rumble! Boom!"

Claw-shaped landing capsules are embedded in the ground one after another.

At the moment of landing, a large stream of hot molten flames erupted, and the reinforced concrete all turned into lava and collapsed in several criss-crossing incineration fires, and the streets were sunken and cracked one after another, and several huge sinkholes appeared, revealing complex underground facilities with black holes.

The Kraken Raid Claw Landing Module's Storm Missile Launcher "Huxiu Xiuxiu" spewed out dense concussion missiles and drilled into the exposed underground facilities.

A series of explosions and shaking followed.

The Concussion Missile is a missile in the Human Empire's missile sequence that is specifically aimed at fortified bunkers, and a large number of high charges shake and shake the structural support of the anti-nuclear facility.

Amid the smoke, explosions, and firelight, the flap-shaped steel hatch could be seen rapidly unfolding and falling, and burly and heavily armed ceramic steel giants emerged from it one after another.

"Each company moves into its area of responsibility."

A figure slowly walked out of the smoke and dust:

"Clear the first layer area within fifteen minutes, destroy the central server within thirty minutes, and fire directly at any living creatures that can be seen, we don't want to take prisoners."

This space soldier also wears black and gold power armor, but he does not wear a helmet, and in the middle of the wide and thick shoulder armor, a huge bald head is exposed, and his face is cold and serious.

"You... Who are you?"

A hunchbacked, bald old man, who appeared on the side of the street at some point, asked with wide eyes as he looked at the Space Marine's frightened face, trembling with a cane in his hand.

"Smack!"

The bald warrior raised his hand and it was a shot.

The old man was knocked to the ground on the spot.

This result in itself is unusual!

If an ordinary human is hit by a bomb, his body will be torn apart and exploded into pieces in an instant, but this bald old man just fell to the ground, and did not even roll and struggle, a large black hole appeared in the part where he was hit by the bomb, and the black particles in the shape of quicksand fluctuated and converged along the hole......

"Rustle Rustle ......"

The old man stood up again.

Two red lights lit up under his eyes.

looked coldly at the Space Marines in front of him.

"Aha, this is the Terminator T-3000?"

Joshida raised his gun and muttered to himself.

"Dada-da-da!"

Giant cross-shaped muzzle flame swirls and bursts.

Pulsing explosive gunfire rang out in the surroundings.

The old man was instantly pierced by the barrage, and his entire body exploded like a sand sculpture, one after another, one by one, with countless black and delicate sand around his body, and his body was shattered in trembling and swinging...... The gunfire stopped, and the invisible force once again condensed the quicksand, and the old man's body slowly reshaped.

"Isn't that surprised?"

The bald old man asked:

"If you want to, you can have this power and transform into an immortal being like me."

"Ferrofluid robots."

Joshida nodded and said:

"There is really no problem with the intelligence, inform each team to remember to switch between hot melt weapons or plasma weapons."

Jostard wasn't surprised.

The intelligence has long been clearly informed of what type of enemy the Space Marines are about to encounter, and there is indeed a difference between the written description and what they have seen with their own eyes, and the existence of the old man in front of him only confirms that the intelligence is indeed accurate, and he can rest assured that he can boldly carry out operations according to the original plan.

According to intelligence, the T-3000 can be regarded as an advanced version of the T-1000, with stronger speed, strength, and recovery and reorganization ability than the old model.

In addition, the most powerful thing about T-3000 compared to T-1000 is that Skynet can infect ordinary humans through T-5000, and then do not need to be manufactured in a factory, and at the cellular level, transform humans into Terminator T-3000, which is simply a mechanical virus, quickly producing and manufacturing new Terminators.

"Smack!"

A cloud of rubble exploded on the ground.

The old man bent his legs and threw his fists at the ball.

"Peng!"

Josda raised his hand and punched the Terminator.

The old man's entire body was scattered into quicksand by a punch, and the magnetic fluid terminator was surprised that these biochemical transformation soldiers were no less than their own reactions, speed, and strength, and then a few blue lights flashed, and they had just regrouped

The head vanished, and the black slime melted from the hot plasma trickled down the body.

Sand and gravel surged up in his body, and he was about to replenish his head.

Several more pillars of blue light flashed in quick succession.

The Terminator T-3000 stiffens and stagnates.

In the end, it turned into a handful of loose sand and collapsed.

……

Deep in underground bunkers.

Clusters of mushroom clouds rose one after another.

There is also a rain of bullets composed of pulse bombs.

Steel gates and elevator shafts have been breached by Space Marines with hot melt bombs and conversion beams, and the black-gold armored giants have been devastating like a raging flood into an anthill, breaking through all the obstacles.

In order to prevent the grass from startling the snake, Fu Qinghai did not notify the local government until the orbital airborne had already landed overhead, so the enemy could be said to have no psychological preparation at all, and was almost stunned by this sudden attack.

It is completely impossible to organize effective resistance.

It's too fast, it's too fast.

No reconnaissance, no temptation.

There is no storm to come.

As soon as he came up, he directly smashed the airborne capsule down.

Not playing cards according to the routine at all.

Space Marine isn't just a flood.

A stream of hot iron was poured into the anthill.

It wasn't until the Space Marines had made their way to the core of the underground anti-nuclear facility that the Perfect Humans would finally react and begin to organize their men to resist.

However, it is also in this area that the Space Marines have encountered the most stubborn resistance since going deep underground, and the offensive has been forced to slow down, and the enemy is planning a counterattack.

A Space Marine is advancing with a gun.

"Roar—"

Suddenly, there was a beastly inhuman roar.

A steel giant swept across in his field of vision.

The Space Marines only had time to raise their arms to block slightly.

"Smack!"

The whole person was swept away in an instant.

The Pulse Blaster came out of his hand, and the power pack slammed into the wall, knocking over a cloud of debris before finally stopping the roll...... Ignoring the sharp pain in his numb arms and chest, the Space Marines quickly turned over and sat up to look up.

The end of the corner of the passage.

Twisted giants, slowly emerging.

Nearly four meters tall, with knotted gray muscles, tailor-made, thick and solid armor plates, through rivets, screws and hinges, directly embedded in the flesh, making the comer's figure appear even more huge.

Most strikingly, the giant's giant left arm, which was exaggerated to the point of not matching its size, was composed entirely of blue-black strange flesh and brass-colored bony growths, and the entire arm was also wrapped in a mechanically enhanced prosthesis.

There is a sense of incongruity in the whole person.

An air of twist, violence, and madness.

"Discover the Tyrant! Talos tyrant!"

Space marines hurriedly shouted in the communication channel.

Talos (.. ), the full name is "Tyrant-Armored Lethal Organic System" (TheTyrahnSyste.

The perfect combination of biochemical modification, mechanical prosthetics and artificial intelligence, the most complete, powerful, and practical tyrant under the umbrella company.

Encounter a Talos-type tyrant here.

Prove that they have broken through to the core area.

What is said in the intelligence...... Tyrant Factory!

The giant at the end of the corridor raised his right arm, his ellipsoid head wrapped in metal armor like an iron-gray rugby, and a thin red laser shot out of the electronic prosthetic eye, a straight red line through the dusty debris channel, right above the chest of the Space Marine.

It's locked!

The Space Marines rolled sideways.

"Hugh—"

Two missiles flew in large puffs of white smoke.

The two missiles made a bend in mid-air, chasing the heat source signal of the Starmarine's power backpack, and at the critical moment, the Star Marines burst out with amazing speed, smashed several fire doors headlong, and pounced into the room.

"Boom! Boom!"

A high-explosive shaped energy tandem warhead explodes outside.

The steel plate concrete walls are all penetrated by metal jets.

Leaving two deep, narrow holes charred black.

These are two anti-tank missiles with semi-active laser guidance heads, and only those with a water in their brains will want to hard-wire with power armor. Although the sudden blow caused the enemy to be in a moment of confusion, they were clearly not unprepared, as can be seen from the Tyrant's weapon configuration alone:

The weapons with the smallest caliber are all anti-tank missiles.

The imaginary enemy of this Talos-type tyrant......

A Space Marine from the start!

"Stinger Squad, have you found the Tyrant Factory?"

Jostar's voice rang out in the communication channel.

With some noises, the quality of communication is not very stable.

"Yes, sir. Discover the tyrant and are in the crossfire!"

The Space Marine replied as he looked down to check his weaponry, the Pulse Blaster was missing, along with three fragmentation grenades, an armor-piercing grenade, and a brawler. It didn't matter if the ranged weapon was lost, he pulled out the chainsaw sword as his right hand primary weapon, then clenched the plasma pistol as his left hand secondary weapon, and regrouped to his feet again.

"Zizi... Hang on... We'll be there soon."

Joestar's voice was choppy.

Hang on? What kind of jokes are you telling.

Space Marine thought to himself.

Lao Tzu is going to kill him!

"Hum!"

The motor of the chainsaw sword roared.

The Space Marines pushed through the rubble and rushed out.

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