296. Intelligence, nuclear bombs
At three o'clock in the morning, the sky was dark.
In the courtyard outside Catherine's house.
Bathed in the cold wind, Dean casually pulled open a spatial node in front of him and leaped into the void, his skill illuminating the world that was deeper and more dead than the night, and the grid-like nodes were staggered.
When Dean looked at it, a small part of it shimmered like jewels, and three other unstable nodes that were close at hand glowed with fascinating color, giving him a sense of familiarity in gazing at his past self in a mirror and touching his heart.
And this peculiar feeling is also strong and weak.
Dean roamed forward along the void, pulling away the most obscure node of perception, and the whole person jumped out like an arrow.
The darkness of the void in front of him disappeared, and he suddenly entered a simple and well-sized bedroom with only a single bed, desk, and wardrobe.
In the next two rooms, Paqui slept soundly with Kelly in her arms, and Lena lay on the bed with a pair of vertical eyes open, looking at the bright picture frame.
And in this bedroom, the wardrobe is stocked with a lot of cans, energy bars, candy, water... Foods that are suitable for replenishing stamina and energy.
Under a wooden floor at the bottom of the bed, a bone bead with a diameter of 5mm lies quietly, with a circle of swirling patterns on the surface, and showing a moist pale gold in the dark, radiating a unique energy field all the time.
It's like a lion and a tiger marking their territory.
This is exactly the "spatial coordinates" that Dean made with his own phalanges.
The first directional roaming was successful, Dean nodded in satisfaction, turned and rushed into the crack behind him that had not yet closed, returning to the void.
Pull open the second node and enter the second destination.
A woodland of towering cedars.
Half of Dean's body was buried in the snow, and he opened the perspective of God and swept down, and two meters deep lay a pale golden bead with a diameter of one centimeter.
The next cube of space at the bottom of the bead is filled with all kinds of high-calorie foods.
This is the woods on the outskirts north of the town of Hawkins.
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Go back and start your third walk.
In the warm bedroom, the blonde woman lies on the bed snorting softly and falls asleep, her smooth cheeks flowing in the pale light with a healthy and feminine flush.
In front of the neck hangs a delicate pendant, on which the pale gold round beads are much larger than the first two.
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"Well, the spatial coordinates were successfully built."
Dean quietly pulled Catherine's feet covered by the horns, and went outside to recall his madness, and at the suggestion of the shoal, he decisively cut off one of his finger bones, and then smelted three spatial coordinates with mental power, which were scattered all over Hawkins.
There are three more "safe houses", and the balls vary in size to subdivide the destinations.
At this point, no matter where Dean is or how far away he is from the spatial coordinates, he can clearly feel their presence, roaming directionally, and teleporting to the vicinity of the coordinates across tens of millions of miles in an instant.
If necessary, take out the food from the reserve to replenish the consumption.
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But there was also a problem, and there was a hint of helplessness in Dean's eyes.
It usually takes nearly one-tenth of life energy + spiritual power to activate a node to activate the skill, and it takes eighty percent of the energy of the whole body to completely charge a star arrow, and each exchange in the dark domain of the mind also costs a lot.
In addition, Dean sank into the pocket of his down jacket and looked at the "shallow emblem" who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, this guy also needs one-tenth of his energy every day to satisfy his hunger.
These are big consumers of energy.
Dean had been unable to spend all of his energy before, but suddenly he was overstretched.
Therefore, in order to keep the trip to the laboratory in a complete state, he didn't dare to take too many "materials" tonight.
Just pulled out his hand tendons and tendons, woven the scales of the phantom snake into a pair of silver and gray intertwined close-fitting scale armor, put it on his body, and cut off a finger to make four spatial coordinates.
The remaining coordinates are carried with you to cope with the changing situation.
Sensing his negativity, the shoal blinked innocently with sixteen eyes.
"Is there anything bothering, master?"
Dean looked the cargo up and down, the corners of his mouth furrowed, and he said half-truthfully, "How about your daily energy share cut in half?" β
"Don't!" The shoal immediately jumped out of his pocket, "If you dislike me for eating too much, I can feed myself, I just run out every day to find dozens of people to absorb a little life energy and emotions." Rest assured, just a little bit, it will not threaten their life and health, but will improve their metabolism. β
A flash of cunning and longing flashed in his eyes.
"Do you think this is a blood draw? Principle, don't hurt the innocent. Dean bounced it with his fingers, put his hands slightly forward on the ground, supported his upper body with his elbows, and tilted his head back with his neck and chin to make a cobra pose, and entered the red dragon meditation to restore his mental strength, "I work a little harder, meditate more every day." β
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At nine o'clock the next morning, there was no sunlight and the sky was overcast.
The cold wind blew through the treetops like the moaning of a banshee.
Dean transformed into the snake demon Seth and rushed to the northern suburbs of the forest as agreed, and Damien, who had been waiting here for a long time, respectfully took out the documents from his briefcase and handed them over.
"In addition to the four monsters I showed you yesterday, there is also a special kind of monster in the Upside Down World." Damien pointed to an image in the documentβ
A dilapidated living room, with a humanoid creature hanging in the center, not three or four meters tall like the Rift Monster, and about one meter eight or nine like a normal person.
The sleek body was a terrifying asphalt color, and the skin was covered with terrible scars that had been burned by flames or scorched by electric electricity and healed, and the blood vessels that thrived like black snakes, which were extremely rough.
His cheeks were skulls covered with a thick layer of skin, his nose was only two symmetrical prismatic black holes, and his eye sockets were deep-set like evil spirits.
His bruised eyes were closed, as if in deep thought.
Vines broke through the skin on its back and grew in all directions, burrowing into the walls and ceilings, hanging it in mid-air like a spider's web.
It resembles a black widow in human skin sleeping in the webs of vines.
Rao was surprised by the strange supernatural creatures that Dean had seen, and was also taken aback by the eerie appearance of this monster, his temples thumping, and a gut feeling rose in his heart - this thing was at least a level 4, or even level 5 monster.
The system progress jumped to 85 percent.
"You call him the Contemplative?"
"Yes, the lab has been observing it for months, and it has been sleeping and seems to be unconscious." "But according to our analysis, the vines that can be seen everywhere in the Upside-Down World are most likely related to this thing. β
Dean bowed, "What do you use to investigate?" β
"Machines, and my energy messengers."
Dean was puzzled, "The vines, the ripper, the demon dog, the demon bat, and this contemplative don't make you feel the slightest danger?" What the hell gives you the confidence to continue bombarding the rift? Are you really not afraid of capsizing in the gutter? β
"It has something to do with the secret weapon in the lab, which I tried my best to steal last night," Damien showed another photo, a black warhead with three yellow triangles painted on its oval head in front of it, which at first glance looked like an electric fan.
But its explanation shocked Dean.
W54 nuclear warhead (modified), length 0.4 meters, diameter 0.3 meters, weight 23 kg ... Plutonium-239... The explosion obliterates life within a five-kilometer radius... The radiation range is ten kilometers ...
Dean looked grim, this was the first time he had seen this Pandora's box created by humans in his previous life and in this life.
"Don't worry, it's in absolutely safe quarantine at the moment." Damien saw his concern, explaining, "And the lab isn't going to use it in the real world." When the monsters in the Upside Down world rioted, we used this warhead to bury them. β
"You keep it, I don't worry." Dean thought about it carefully and said solemnly, "I'm going to get it in my hands." β
Damien's handsome cheeks stiffened, and there was a hint of struggle in his eyes, and then he nodded, "Of course, your needs are my mission, and I will do my best to help you get this nuclear warhead, but are you sure there is a suitable place to store it?" β
Dean nodded, six cubes of fantasy space was enough to make this pocket nuclear bomb foolproof.
This is the end of the discussion about nuclear bombs for the time being.
Damien provided several other pieces of information about the upside down of the world - there were thousands of houses in them, all of which corresponded to the buildings in the town of Hawkins, but the lab did not find out why these houses were born.
In addition, with the exception of the house where the contemplative was located, the interior of the buildings was empty and covered with dust.
And all the calendars and clocks in the house are fixed on December 27, 1981, at half past eleven o'clock in the evening.
That is, tonight.
There was a hint of surprise in Dean's eyes.
"A few months ago, in August 1981, we went in and checked and found that all the clocks and calendars in the world were stuck in this future time, motionless. β
The system shook, and the progress jumped to 90 percent.
Dean was even more confused.
"What is the reason that Upside Down has the exact same building as the real world Hawkins, and the time is advanced to 11:30 p.m. on the 27th?"
Damien shook his head, "It hasn't been investigated yet. β
Dean spun around a few times, and the thought came to his mind that maybe by waiting until the real world time reached half past eleven tonight, the two worlds would coincide, and the puzzle would be solved.
"You've done a great job on this mission," Dean handed the shoal to Damien, "and then you take it back to the lab and figure out how to lure Dr. Sean to a 'safe' place alone." β
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Dean watched the warship bird disappear into the sky, so he took out the four star bone arrows carved last night from the fantasy space and continued to infuse energy.
After charging, he meditated on the spot again, replenishing the mental power consumed, until at a certain moment, the shout of the shallows came from his mind-
"Master, Damien has lured Sean into the office!"
"Coming soon!"
Dean opened a spatial rift and stepped in.
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Hawkins Labs, 3rd floor office.
Sean leaned back on the desk, grabbed the blonde hair in the middle, and looked at Damien in disbelief, "So there's only one man behind the robbery of 11?" He made Martin alone. Brenner's team and the Suren are desperately fighting? β
"That's right, this man is not simple." Damien, who was sitting on the sofa, took a sip of coffee, "He has several superpowers, telekinesis, self-healing, dominance, and even spatial ability, and his attainments are far greater than No. 11!" At the beginning, he was poor No. 11, and Bai took the risk to rescue her. β
"Spatial capabilities? What are you waiting for? Sean slammed his fist, blushing like blood, "Immediately contact the Operations Department to ask for support, capture him and Jane together, and open the door to space for us!" β
"With them, our project progress will far exceed that of other projects, and we will be valued by the headquarters!"
Damien grinned, "Doctor, don't bother to arrest him. β
"What do you mean?"
"He's right behind you."
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"It's not funny at all."
Sean turned around, and his vision was lightning flashing into a black snake with its fangs turned out, with a mysterious beauty.
Tear pull β
The snake of power bit Sean's neck, and its soft body swayed like water.
A small tooth mark blooms on the smooth skin, and then spreads out a complex black pattern in all directions.
Sean unconsciously opened his mouth wide, his face was as white as cheese, and the sheep had a seizure as if he was spasmodic, and the pattern penetrated deep into his skin, flesh, marrow, and soul.
Ten seconds later.
The Black Snake let go and retracted into Dean's throat.
And Sean looked at him reverently, as if looking at the supreme god, lying on the ground, and bowed to the ground.
"Venerable master, humble servant Sean. Moreno is here for you. β
Dean pulled up the crack behind him and took the shoal from Damien's hand, his cheeks instantly changing into the appearance of the other party.
"Sean, lead the way, transfer the W54 nuclear bomb from the lab's collection to me."
"Come this way..."
Dean followed Dr. Sean into the hallway and turned on the God's Perspective scan.
The 200-meter range leaves no blind spots in the entire building.
A new safe house made of extra-thick steel plates has been added on each floor for evacuation staff.
Outside each room stood heavily armed and well-built guards, armed not only with machine guns, bombs, and hand-to-hand combat weapons, but also with the mental power container developed by Dr. Martin Brenner, which can imprison most psychic abilities by wearing them on the wrist or neck.
Behind the ceiling are hidden traps such as iron doors, cages, and explosives.
The rooftop helipad was further enlarged, and two shark-like helicopter gunships were quietly parked above.
Outside the building and between the barbed wire fence is an army of hundreds of men, who are exercising in the morning, with a solemn momentum, obviously having experienced the baptism of war.
Inter-barracks transporters, tanks, heavy machine guns, rocket launchers are readily available.
Five months ago, if the Sulian people of that scale dared to attack again, they could only be smashed to slag.
Dean figured that even three or four hundred Rift Monsters would not be able to break through the lab's strong defenses from the outside or even from the inside.
Unless, like him, directly control the head.
Dean, who was mimicking Damien, followed Dr. Sean, past the soldiers and researchers who nodded in greeting, and took the elevator all the way down.
Went deep into the shelters and caves two hundred meters underground.
After guarding, fingerprinting, iris, interrogation, and multi-factor authentication.
Successfully met the improved nuclear warhead of the W54 that I had been dreaming of.
Dean took a roll of telekinesis, took it out and protected it, and put it into the fantasy space.
"Do you need a platform for launching and detonating?" Dr. Sean asked thoughtfully, "There's bazookas, mortars, missiles, timers." β
Dean nodded, opted for the countdown detonation device, and accepted Dr. Martin's impromptu instructions on how to detonate.
After doing all this, Dean with a nuclear warhead breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was steady, and he looked at Dr. Sean, "Take me to the rift floor and terminate the collider." β
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Sean looked hesitant, then nodded heavily.
In the equipment room on the first floor, behind the glass wall surrounded by white light, the bald researcher looked at his boss in surprise,
"Are you serious? Sean, not long ago, you eliminated Dr. Martin Brenner's conservative strategy in front of us, and now you have changed your mind? β
"There is a serious omission in our investigation," Sean's gaze was as sharp as a microscope, and his tone was irrefutable, "There is a deadly threat hidden in the upside-down world, continue to bombard the passage and let it out, and the entire laboratory, and even the town of Hawkins, will be destroyed." β
"But Doctor, when the collider is stopped, is our exploration program nullified? We just surrendered our victory to the 'Arrow Project'? Another researcher with a mole on the corner of his mouth said unwillingly,
"Is it important to live a small life or to research?" Sean straightened his face and slammed the table with a brass badge upside down, "In the lab, my words don't carry any more weight?" β
The researchers, unable to understand why their boss's attitude had changed drastically, exchanged a helpless look and pressed the red button on the platform outside the glass wall.
The trembling huge machine slammed, the white light as thick as a water tank dimmed, and the rumbling sound of impact died away.
The noisy equipment room became audible with pins dropped.
The cracks in the opposite wall, squirming vines and spitting spores, stopped expanding, forming an amber film.
"Everyone, the conference room!"
Sean Moreno casually placed the badge on the platform and led the group to push the door out of the collision room.
A moment later.
A crack cracks in the center of the equipment room.
Dean jumped out of it, his lightning-like eyes staring straight into the crack, feeling the thrilling energy in it, and his expression became serious,
"The size and stability are far beyond the average gap, can I close it alone?"
But at this point, Dean has to try to put an end to the upside down world anyway.
(End of chapter)