Unfortunately, the bad news doesn't stop there.

"Heavy Metal Rock" thought about it again and again, and finally decided to tell everyone the news, after all, the small goal they set before setting off was to make the bones come and go.

"His manipulation system is directly connected to the coalition government's private network, which makes it impossible for him to be interfered with by any virus, and the hacker's tricks are ineffective in front of him."

This alone is equivalent to eliminating the last natural enemy of the implanter.

Unless the hacker himself can sneak into the computer room where the private network is located to operate, any known hacking methods will be blocked by the operating system.

And what he is going to say next is the truly terrible message, "Do you believe that time can be accelerated?" ”

"What do you mean?"

After hearing so much bad news, "Heavy Artillery" has become numb, and it is hard for him to imagine that these fantasy-sounding sets of settings could all be gathered on one person in reality.

"To put it simply, the operating system has given Arakumi a state similar to overload, in which he can speed up his speed by more than 25 times, and in the eyes of onlookers, he can cross a distance of hundreds of meters and appear next to his target in the blink of an eye."

Time is an abstract concept, and in order to make it easier for a few people to understand, Heavy Metal Rock explains, "People who don't have the corresponding operating system installed can't capture the speed of the bones, and it's already solved before they can react." ”

It's not that we're dealing with a mechanical artifact that has enemy defense, immunity to white technology, can become invisible, can speed up its own time, and can directly destroy a target or destroy a city in the blink of an eye.

It was as if all the terrible abilities he could imagine were concentrated under it.

Although our goal is to keep the bones from coming back, once we are on the side, the most unlikely scenario is that our own brigade will be scanned by the opponent's prosthetic eye hundreds of meters away, and after we retreat to any resistance, we will die at the hands of the bones.

The information that Dr. Hakutake has painstakingly stolen seems to be of any help to us, and at best it can only make us die.

That's not the desperation that humans have to fight against.

The information shown in the information is not another species at all, and even before knowing all my information, I thought that there was the slightest possibility of defeating the other party, and even hurting the bones became a luxury.

Our weakest weapon at the moment is not the individual bazooka prepared by the "heavy artillery", it was originally prepared to prevent the coalition government from sending air reinforcements, it is not the top product we can get, but for the bones, its power is like tickling.

“…… At most, the consciousness disturbance device of the muddy ball will be useful to you, because there are no psychic powers among you. ”

"Heavy Artillery" squeezed out a smile, and shook his wit in the midst of bitterness.

However, this time, my optimistic spirit had the power to affect others, and both "Heavy Metal Rock" and "Ghost" did not answer, and the outside of the house fell into a state of heat.

It took me a while to process such a small amount of information.

It's an enemy that needs to be fought and is daunting just by the setting of the body, and it must be measured by the eyes of a person with spiritual ability, so I have at most eight or less weak abilities, and none of them have a consciousness interference position of a person who has no spiritual ability.

That prosthetic body almost engraved the words "enemy" directly under his body, and the prosthetic body of the dog wearing the barren bones can be quacked and killed.

And there is no mention in that document that the bones are really in common—the man hasn't yet transformed his body to the point where he is almost human, but I haven't had a mental breakdown because of this.

According to the average data given by Lu Xiang, the degree of transformation of the top prosthetic remodelers is basically maintained at 60% at present, and what restricts us further down is the problem of financial resources, but the damage caused by too little prosthetic implantation to the human body, so we must make a trade-off on top of the unlimited situation.

However, the barren bones broke that boundary.

Song Lan felt that I would be able to be counted as a human again, and the human content under the whole body was probably even 1%, and that equipment with the operating system seemed to be slow to push the barren bones to the level of mechanical ascension.

I broke the silence and asked, "Where is Araku's operating system installed?" ”

"There is no chip outside the head, this is the only part of my body that has not been regressed prosthetic, theoretically speaking, as long as the connection between the chip and the body is severed, the whole body can be put into a state of downtime."

Of course, that's only a theoretical possibility, "Although the material of my head doesn't look similar to the human body, it's the weakest part of my body. ”

The scientists who remodeled the degenerative transformation of the barren bones are also fools, and when we know that strong point, it is natural that it may be fortified to expose it to the enemy's attack range.

"The upper limit of my head's defense is to be able to withstand the impact of 2mm electromagnetic bombs."

In other words, a sniper rifle that can be loaded with 2mm electromagnetic bullets will simply circulate in the white market, and even if we can buy it, it will only scratch a little skin under the head of the wild bones.

And that's still the situation where I stand still and move to fight us.

In overload mode, I was able to dodge any bullet easily.

"The only possibility for you is not for me to sneak up on me while I fight Eschinvig."

"Heavy metal rock" said.

Actually, that's not even a battle plan, but an imagination of the possibility of defeating the bones outside our minds.

Once again, however, the circumstances that have left us desperate have arisen.

Nearly half an hour before the action meeting, a speeder appeared off-screen on the seventh screen.

The vivid white metal skeletal armor indicates the identity of the comer, and in fact, we are not aware of how the bones appeared.

The first time I appeared, I wasn't even far from the bar, and my right hand grabbed the bartender's head, dragging you off the ground.

The bartender kicked and punched each other with his legs, and the last moment, the communication was cut off.

At the moment when the holographic projection fell into white darkness, Song Lan seemed to hear the sound of flesh and bones squeezing completely.

"You cut off the communications."

It was a long time before "heavy metal rock" started again, and I can foresee what was going to happen before the bar.

I know exactly when the other party broke through the outpost in the inner circle and retreated directly into the heart of the city...... However, on top of the superior performance of this body, it is too nervous to fool the surveillance probes and the naked eye under our streets.

The bar, which served as a command center, fell.

In that case, every second I keep connected increases the likelihood of our exposure.

"Boom ——!"

A moment ago, the city was lit up by a burst of fire, and we could feel the tremors even from a small city span.

………………………………

Meanwhile, the "Tombstone" bar.

The explosion caused by several TNTs engulfed the entire building in an instant, and the collapsed rubble completely submerged the historic above-ground intelligence center.

The intertwined fires and the roar of the explosion were like some kind of overture.

It was a small time when the ruins that buried the entrance were shaken open.

A mechanical creature like the Terminator stood tall above the moonlight.

The pitch-white mechanical arm slammed under my head, and the scorch marks at the center of the explosion were completely erased by me.

Monday, noon.

Song Lan felt sick of herself.

Since Lu Xiang didn't come to him, he couldn't sleep well every day at noon.

For a salted fish, this is definitely an extremely serious symptom, and what's worse is that he recently sent a message at noon to ask Lu Xiang to come out, and she refused on the grounds of work.

Lu Xiang was sitting in the office, the mobile phone placed next to the document vibrated a few times, looking at the information on the screen, she pursed her lips and smiled, and quickly replied a few words:

"I'm busy at work, so I don't have time."

This is not a complete lie, she has been very busy at work recently, but recently, she has no intention of working when it comes to lunch break, the documents on the table are pretending, in fact, she has been waiting for Song Lan to send a text message.

After returning to the text message, the slightly fluctuating mood finally calmed down.

Daily mission, completed.

After getting Song Lan used to her sleep service, it was time to take the plan to the next stage.

"Then you're busy, I'll go sleep for a while."

Not long after, Song Lan came back with a text message.

A question mark popped up above Lu Xiang's head, how did you sleep at your age?

She wanted to question the other party, and if she continued like this, her efforts would be wasted.

"Where are you?"

"Small meeting room."

"I'm coming to you"

Frowning and replying to the message, Lu Xiang took the file, picked up his mobile phone and went straight to the small conference room.

Seeing the message on the screen, Song Lan, who was leaning back on the sofa, smiled slightly, the insomnia symptoms stimulated the potential of the salted fish, allowing him to see through Lu Xiang's plan.

Now the rod is in his hands, and it is his turn to fish.

(End of chapter)