"Are you a real blue American?

Are you a hot-blooded patriot?

Do you want to see those cockroach bastards take over this wonderful country, steal your children and enslave humanity?

If you want to help real Americans, then buy Samurai bonds today! A percentage of every bond purchased will go directly into the pockets of American heroes! ”

—Propaganda from Kentucky, Texas, and Oklahoma, Late 2035

***

I took out my trench machine, just in case.

Eventually, it won't be needed.

The two guns near my head twitched, each aimed at one of the farthest targets of the black-green flock. Two arrow bullets flew out of the gun, and the sound of the gun sounded more like a pneumatic hose being disconnected than a real gunshot.

The birds exploded, their feathers were messy, and they were stained with blood.

Just as the model began to react, the gun began to twitch, picking out a new target and firing again. There is almost half a second between the selection of a new target and the shooting. For model people, this is not enough to do anything.

I looked at the pile of black corpses on the ground, some of them smoking, explosive arrows burning fist-sized holes in their tiny bodies.

"Damn," I said.

Do I believe the display is satisfactory enough?

"The best over hundred points I've ever spent," I said. Indeed it is. If I could get such firepower with less than a hundred points, I can't imagine what the old samurai will play in a year or two.

The target is destroyed!

Reward...... 14 o'clock!

I shrugged. It's something. I will not refuse them. "Miaris, I need something to burn those bodies," I said.

Trying to starve a fledgling hive is a fairly common practice for higher-ranking Vanguards. There are a few items in your esoteric disposable bomb catalog that will do the job. I recommend using Ma

k I Flesh Melte

。 They spent three points. The action is very slow and more like a utility than a real weapon.

"Of course, why not."

New purchase: Ma

k I Meat Dissolver

The score is reduced to... 103

Flesh Melt Mark I look like a soda can. It has a pop-up tab on the top and the name and model number etched on the side. I opened the lid, threw it into the room, and ducked to a place where a wall could block me.

A lot of things didn't happen.

"Huh?"

Flesh Meler Ma

k I release short-lived nanoparticles that can find any organic material and break it down. I advise against stepping within ten meters of the grenade deployment range.

I shuddered, thanking the stars for letting me hide on the side I had to go down and not the other or I would have to go through the opening. "Miaris?"

Yes, Catherine?

"Please tell me the next time you give me something so stupid and dangerous."

So far, most of the products you buy are extremely lethal for people with standard human physiology.

"Yes, but they're not carnivorous nanobots," I said. I left the vault trembling again.

Within an hour or two of my departure, the museum was in chaos. The thought of me being pinned under the pillars of this room only moments ago, made me feel sick in my heart.

I shook my head and put the matter aside as well. The glass ceiling of the room also had several cracks and stains. Water dripped from a dozen cracks in the glass, and floodwaters poured in from the hole where the pod had crashed in the distance.

The constant hum of rain hitting the roof clashes with the jingle and announcements on three dozen interactive displays, which may have been looping all the time.

I licked my lips and stood near the entrance, my eyes scanning left and right while the gun next to me scanned the room. "So, there are large old anti-aircraft guns on the roof," I said. "That means we need to get to the roof."

I recommend finding the inner channel. While it is possible to climb to the roof from the outside, you will present a fairly obvious and enticing target for the opposite of any flight. Although the Model O

E A is easy to defend against, but the larger Model O

e may pose an even greater threat.

"Yes," I said. "So, if I'm a ...... who can get into the roof Something, where will I hide? ”

I started walking through the room, aiming for the entrance, and I vaguely remembered that there was a room behind the welcoming robot.

Something shifted to the side.

I turned around and saw a hand reaching for my gun, and at the same moment, a large, black object suddenly appeared in the monitor, showing a long black trench coat draped over the mannequin.

A Type 3 car, one of its hind legs crushed and maimed, its eyes fixed on me, its mouth wide open.

I fumbled to properly grab my gun and find the trigger.

Then the gun hanging from my back fired, one from behind me and the other over my head for a better angle.

When a dozen projectiles drilled into it, the model number three shook. Then it exploded, and the alien fell to the ground, and pieces of its flesh rained down around me.

"Fuck."

How are you?

"yes, yes, I'm fine." I say. "It's just that I'm getting angry myself."

Please don't do it, or it will be embarrassing.

"Shut up." I said without any strength.

Goal Elimination Reward... Right now

10 points

Total: 113 points Well, at least that. I swallowed and kept walking, but this time it was much slower and smoother. Every twitch and moving object around me made me jump until it took me a moment to calm down.

The robot in front, the one that made me very angry, wasn't in good shape. Something gouged out its eyes and bit into its plastic skin until it peeled off, revealing the hard plastic shell underneath.

I wrinkled my nose, jumped over the counter, looked back one last time, and walked inside the museum.