"The human form is never so perfect, especially in the face of something like the opposite, which takes bioweapons to a whole new level with each iteration.

Now, keeping that in mind, you might be wondering how the vanguard, the one responsible for opposing the most kills, coped with such a large number.

In fact, for them, the form in which they were born is not the end. Additional limbs, cybernetic upgrades, or even just exoskeleton augmentations. The changes are innumerable, but the essence is that the vanguard quickly understands that being human is not enough. So, they become more. ”

—Article by Professor Verne, French School of Geosurgery, May 2032

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I had to take off my jacket, shirt, and even a small bra to put on my latest gear. Even so, it was a bit clunky and cumbersome, but when I turned around and saw my back in the mirror, it was totally worth it.

Hyd

a Autonomous aiming bracket is a long, smooth piece of blue metal with overlapping metal plates that runs from my waist to the base of my neck, with two small arms around my collar. There's even a faint pink glow between each plate. The largest parts above it are the two curved parts on my shoulder blades.

It stuck to my back, warm and not too wet, each joint clinging to me and moving with the movement of my spine and hips. It would be a little awkward to wear a shirt, so I left the tattered wreckage of my t-shirt on the floor and put on a self-loading jacket.

When I put on the jacket, Hydra lifted the two boxy sections up and put them back on the jacket, two small arms sneaking out from the back of my neck to hold everything in place. Artificial intelligence.

"By the way, how does this work?" I asked.

It is already synced with your location software. Place the weapon five centimeters from your shoulder.

I zipped up my jacket and pulled out my trench machine and slung it over my shoulder. The box above my right shoulder blade spread out a small arm, which reached out and grabbed the grip of the gun with a pair of clamps, while a smaller, sharper tendril grabbed the trigger. A small camera strapped to his arm, no doubt for aiming.

"It's cool," I said.

I looked around and saw that the trench builder was moving with the movement. Aimed where I was looking for.

The software has a target designation system that allows targets to be selected based on the priority system. I propose to buy a pair of guns made specifically for articulated systems. While it can use a standard arm, it is not as efficient or accurate.

"Okay," I said, stretching out my hand. The arm placed the trench marker in my hand and folded itself in less time than the blink of an eye. It's really cool. "What guns did you have for these babies?" I'm literally digging with three arms. It's a lot more automated than I usually get, it's like a gun system that automatically goes on without me even having to pull the trigger, ha, it's so much more powerful than a damn alien weapon, this great and wonderful system! That's great.

It looks like you still have quite a few points. Two Type I LAs

The cejet will cost you 40 points. They launch gyro-stabilized miniature rockets with little recoil and decent accuracy. They use drum magazines that hold 60 rounds each, which can be magnetically suspended to a stand on your back for quick autoloading.

"Do they explode or ignite things?" I asked.

... The cost per magazine may be higher, but it can be arranged.

I nodded, a silly smile on my lips. "Okay. We've been wasting time. Let's buy the toys and let's go. ”

How many extra?

"How many can I hold?" I asked, stroking my hand over my back. The cold metal felt a little strange there. "Is this thing armored?"

A little. You can fit eight. They will cost three points each.

"Let's do it."

New purchase: La

cejet Model I。 Two.

Points reduced to... 116

New purchase: High explosive arrow magazine Eight units

Points are reduced to... 92

A box appeared at my feet instead of the usual cheap box.

For a moment, I wondered if I had taken the wrong package, but upon opening the case, I found two boxy gun-like things, as well as eight cylindrical magazines with flat sides next to them.

I picked up one of them and tried to carry it on my shoulder. The bracket behind me unfolded, snapping the magazine off and sticking it into a board on my back. "Okay," I said, as I began to hand all the magazines to the device one by one. Then I handed over the gun. Cool!

The square forearm slides into the bottom of the gun and locks it into place with a rotating drill zipper. The gun twisted from side to side and then hovered over my shoulder. I grinned as I picked up the second one and moved it over my other shoulder.

"Can they reload themselves?" I asked.

Of course. (So what's the use of me?) ）

I can get used to getting all these toys. "Alright, let's move on." I said as I pushed the box aside. It's a bit weird that two energy drink can-sized guns twitch next to my head, and it always makes me look sideways whenever it slides into my field of vision, but that's also so cool that I don't have to complain.

I kept going, more confident in my steps. I still have some points to spend but not that much time to spend on them. Maybe I'll be stuck here if the others leave......

I put that idea aside. I felt that burning heart of betrayal completely misplaced.

The next stairwell takes me to the museum itself. It felt a little strange to go back to the same hallway we had hidden in the vault.

It's not so strange to see more than a dozen models pecking at the corpses we left behind, both antagonistic and human. I turned the corner and took a step back, gritting my teeth.

"How do I fire these things?" I asked.

Use your new sensor. Look at the corners with the aiming reticle and let the system select the target. Just say "fire" and you'll be fine. If you're too busy, I can control part of the shooting for you too. Ha ha. Can I just walk home? Ha. It's exciting!

I looked around until I spotted this symbol in the corner of my field of vision. As soon as I looked at it for a while, the projection screen in front of me glowed a faint pink. The moment I put my head around the corner, small red dots appeared on all the models.

I stepped out of the bunker. "Fire."