Alien Relic Hunter

Chapter 315 Strangler Squadron

West Ninth District, in an old warehouse with closed doors and windows.

The blades of the exhaust fan were covered with engine oil mixed with dust, and they rotated slowly, making a dull sound of "puff puff puff".

A young woman in an army-green vest and baggy overalls sat on a folding stool, smoking a low-quality cigarette held between her fingertips—she smoked hard, with the bright flame of the cigarette butt, the length of the cigarette It shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the gray-white smoke almost enveloped her entire upper body.

"Don't smoke too much, even an artificial lung can't withstand your tossing... Sigh." A middle-aged man's voice came from the shadows, with a trace of helpless sigh.

The smoking woman has short hair that reaches to the ears, and a canvas military cap is crookedly buttoned on her head.Although she didn't wear makeup, her well-defined face shape, beautiful facial features, and the heroic spirit between her brows showed a very unique androgynous beauty.

However, if you look closely, you will find that her skin is actually very bad. This is a unique symbol of people who have been struggling in the wilderness all the year round. Under the double erosion of the harsh environment and radiation, no matter how good the skin care products are, It can only be regarded as a decoration.

The smoking woman's right arm and right leg are all old-fashioned mechanical prosthetics. This kind of mechanical prosthesis has long since been discontinued. In terms of sensitivity and flexibility, it is not even one-tenth of the cyborg prosthesis.

There was originally an emblem tattooed on her left shoulder, and the outline seemed to be the emblem of an army, but this tattoo has been erased in an extremely rough way, leaving only strips like earthworms , Horrible scars staggered and raised on the skin.

"Okay, the skeleton has basically been debugged, sit on it and try it." The man's voice sounded again, the headlights in the warehouse turned on, and a powerful metal monster appeared in front of the woman's eyes.

This is the skeleton of a six-meter-level humanoid mech, without any external installation, the precise structure inside is completely exposed, and the whole body shows that fascinating mechanical beauty.

The woman threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, walked to the crouching mecha skeleton without saying a word, bent down and got into the cockpit.

"The competition is about to start in one month. Remember, you have to be a little bit measured. Don't stare at your opponent's cockpit." The middle-aged man in one-piece overalls patted the beam in front of the cockpit. , Said to the woman.

The woman did not respond, but looked down at the controls in the cockpit.

"Hey, did you hear me? I'll tell you to act softly so that no one is killed again." There was a trace of anger in the middle-aged man's tone, and his volume couldn't help but increase.

The woman still didn't make a sound.

"This is just a competition, this is not a battlefield! They are just your opponents, not enemies! You don't have to kill your opponents! If you are sentenced to be eliminated because of this, the prize money of the competition has nothing to do with us! Understand? ?” The middle-aged man started to growl. He slammed the metal beam with a wrench, making a loud bang, “I have a way to support myself, what about you? What about you?! No bonus, Are you counting on that paltry disability pension to pay for your medicine?"

He glared fiercely at the woman in the cockpit, and continued—

"If you don't want to live anymore, tell me, I'll fucking shoot you in the head, and save you from suffering for the rest of your life! Did you hear that!"

"Understood." Until then, the woman sitting in the cockpit spoke, her voice was extremely hoarse, it sounded like two pieces of rusted iron were rubbing against each other.

This kind of voice is definitely not caused by excessive smoking. No one can experience the unforgettable pain except herself... It is a blessing among misfortunes that she can still retain the ability to speak.

Hearing the woman's words, the middle-aged man's tone suddenly softened: "...you know...don't force yourself too much, as long as you can enter the semi-finals, the bonus of the semi-finals is enough to support the medical expenses for a year Yes, if you can receive sponsorship, you can improve your living conditions..."

The middle-aged man took a few steps back, waved at the mech and said, "Try to stand up first, and pay attention to the pressure gauge of the buffer valve. Those parts are second-hand, and they are quite worn."

Immediately, there was a series of ear-piercing rubbing sounds at the ankle joints of the skeleton, and the middle-aged man immediately waved his hands and shouted: "Stop! Stop! I found the problem, it's the fit between the F085 part and the G667 part is too tight , I need to unscrew the bolts and add more grease...you come down first."

The young woman nodded and jumped out of the cockpit.The crude old-fashioned mechanical prosthesis was as flexible and flexible as her original hands and feet, without affecting her movements at all.

"Major." The woman walked behind the middle-aged man and whispered.

"I'm not a major anymore...don't use this title anymore." The middle-aged man waved his hand and let out a long breath.

"At that time, they planned to let you go to the academy to teach...why did you stay?" the young woman asked.

"I don't want to have anything to do with the army anymore..." The middle-aged man said a little dejectedly, "Although my hands and feet are still healthy, I can no longer go to the battlefield...I am a useless person...Maybe, go to Being a pilot instructor is a good choice for me, but I can't just watch the students I teach with my own hands, and they are sent to hell one by one in the end... Just think I'm escaping from reality gone."

He took off the shabby jacket on his body and threw it on the folding stool beside him. On his left shoulder, he also had a complete emblem tattoo - it was a black skull with a white noose around his neck.

If the hunting dog sees this emblem, he can recognize it instantly. This used to be the "Strangler" armored squadron known as "Reaper" among the field troops... It's just that this squadron participated in a battle ten years ago. During the large-scale encirclement and suppression operations, due to the deviation of the commander's order, the Strangler Squadron, which was supposed to be air-dropped to the enemy's rear to launch a surprise attack, was directly thrown into the hinterland of the densely populated area of ​​indigenous creatures... They were instantly overwhelmed by hundreds of times Surrounded by his own native creatures, the entire army was wiped out in less than two hours.

In the post-war notification documents, there were no survivors in the Strangler Squadron, and the special designation of this squadron was also revoked, and no reconstruction was carried out.

As for the commander who made a fatal mistake, he disappeared as if the world had evaporated.

(End of this chapter)