I give the world destruction and new life

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Mikkelsen was about nine hours later than Makarian, and got the news about the player. Tang Ji's two scarlet disciples all caused real damage to the player. For this reason, Mikkelsen launched a global More than 4000 bottles of champagne were sold to celebrate.

Although it was a bit wasteful for him to celebrate, Master Mi was not short of money, and he wished he could put this news on the mainstream media around the world and broadcast it 24 hours a day.

"They can't sit still." Mikkelsen tapped the screen. Although the EMP attack blurred the situation on the Atlantic battlefield, there was his clone on the Princess Diana, and on Madagascar, there were three One. No, two of his clones.

A clone was accidentally reimbursed by the player together with the regional command center. Mikkelsen admitted that he underestimated the player tactically. Most of these players have more than 100 years of combat experience, and they have no understanding of war. Strangers, it can even be said that most of them are experts.

Especially in small-scale battles and CQB battles that emphasize coordination, the upper and lower limits of performance between players are very exaggerated.

Those players with rich experience in descending quickly adapted to the fighting rhythm and mode of this world. Although they would occasionally be killed by unfamiliar weapons, the progress of the players was too fast.

In the ground battle, the cannon fodder cover even achieved good results in the first eight hours of the battle. Most players, no matter old or new, have never experienced the baptism of artillery fire before. Many people only started to look for bunkers after seeing the explosion. , but by then it was too late.

But as a large number of people who have experienced explosions and shelling in the player forums start posting, these players will soon be like veterans, knowing how to reduce shelling casualties.

Players are still gradually learning to use weapons, guns, and even vehicles in this world. Although this may be a long-term project for players, this tendency is always dangerous. A qualified soldier may take three to four years to learn It takes at least five years to learn the necessary skills, and a qualified armored soldier needs at least five years.

Although the clone production line on the moon is being expanded, and Annie is also trying to teach those Kshatriyas to learn more practical tactics, it still takes time to form a scale.

Not to mention that Annie is not an expert in this field. If she is allowed to train the swallow in her dream, she may be able to turn the student in her dream into a succubus player in a week, but learn to fight according to different battlefield responsibilities?
This is a bit too difficult for lust. Annie has been stuck on how to completely simulate the internal structure of a firearm. At this stage, unless the dreamer is familiar with firearms and has rich combat experience, it is convenient for Annie to learn from the opponent's subconscious. Get enough rich materials, otherwise it will be difficult for her to let the newcomers complete the relevant training.

The method she is currently using is to extract a veteran's quite real war dream and let other trainees experience it repeatedly in the dream. The efficiency is relatively not very high, and the side effects are very strong. Many kshatriyas circulate in one night. After reading the content of the dream hundreds of times, I will have self-perception problems in the morning.

They are human clones, their childhood memories are false, their surrounding life is false, and they rashly experienced a living person, and the dreams created by them in a state of high tension and high ego had a great impact on their consciousness.

For Annie, the material is actually limited. Take the veteran as an example, his identity is a corporate mercenary, and his enemy in the dream is just the security group of the hostile company, which is completely different from the player.

So, the sad Anne was issued a ticket by Mikkelsen, and she was exiled on the Princess Diana with the task of collecting dream material.

Speaking of which, Anne is indeed the shame of the seven original sins. Mikkelsen even worried that she would be captured by players on the battlefield, so he had to hire the strongest known mercenary, Avalon, as Annie's bodyguard .

"I can actually complete this kind of mission at the Lost Mountain Base." Anne sat in front of Mikkelsen in a navy uniform with a disheveled face. The Air Force's high-speed transport aircraft has not considered the issue of comfort from the beginning of its design, and Because she is a lust of the seven original sins, her body is so good that it explodes, and she doesn't even have a suitable anti-stress suit
"You said yourself that geographical distance will affect your efficiency in finding a specific dream?" Mikkelsen held a delicate recording device in his hand and began to play the little secret revealed by Anne during a chat.

"Are you monitoring me?" Annie asked with a bitter face, she didn't feel surprised at all.

"Not only the monitor, but the entire base, every corner, everyone, and every word, I have a backup." Mikkelsen smiled and nodded: "If you weren't too weak, I would have let you land on the island." .”

Annie chuckled, looked at the conscientious Avalon behind him, and pointed at him secretly: "That's the bodyguard you found for me? He dreams that he is the god of the Olympic Mountains every night. Spectrum?"

Mikkelsen frowned and looked at Anne for a long time before he said: "I guess what you want to talk about should be Mount Olympus, and the Avalon you are referring to, his ability reflects the Nordic Odin's eternal spear in the pantheon, Kungnir."

Anne looked at Mikkelsen, blinked, and seemed to be asking: What is the difference between what you said and what I said?Why are you repeating what I said?

For the first time in his life, "you" Mikkelsen was choked by someone, unable to answer a single word. This was a novel experience for him.

Zai Wangchuck was sitting on the bunker made of corpses, and there was half a box of smart bombs at hand. This thing was brought in by a group of military technology commandos. Their original organization seemed to belong to some Gamma squad, but they had already They were scattered, and the reason why they came here was because the entire battle line was repulsed by the players, and Zai's position became the human defense node closest to the port in Manakara City.

There was also an N-1117 armored vehicle that risked being destroyed before and sent them a Hurricane automatic cannon, but that thing was smashed by a superhuman with a stone 10 minutes ago.

Zai Wangchuck thinks this is quite nonsense. Although the Hurricane automatic gun is a smart weapon that is easy to carry and can be arranged at multiple angles, its main purpose is to facilitate deployment and deployment, but that thing has a gun shield on the front after all. .

As a result, the superhuman was like opening a can, and smashed the Hurricane Autocannon into scrap iron with a stone the size of a human head at a distance of 80 meters.

What's more interesting is that the other party didn't throw stones at anyone. He originally had the ability to kill everyone in this small defense node, but he didn't throw stones at anyone until he was shot dead by a sniper.

"Do you think these superhumans are sick?" Zai Wangchuck held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, loosened his body armor, and took advantage of the fact that there would be no enemy attacking, and had a fire with his companions. joke.

But the military-tech commando didn't respond, and Zai pushed him, only to see that he had died at some point.

"Fuck, I haven't had time to ask your name." Zai Wangchuck is not too surprised. There is a superhuman who doesn't know where to hide outside. It can make people die quietly, and the time interval is about the same It was 45 minutes, and they still don't know whether the opponent is using neurotoxin or other methods. In short, even prosthetic soldiers can't stop the opponent's attack.

Through chatting, Zai Wangchuck knew that those prosthetic soldiers were equipped with a central nervous system enhancement system and had medical injections that could directly intervene in the body, which greatly increased their chances of survival on the battlefield. It was a brand new technology.

But the feedback from the battlefield was exactly the opposite of their initial expectations. At least in the ruins that had become a defensive node, those prosthetic soldiers had the highest death rate, and almost all players gave priority to their party members Hit the target, they look too threatening.

Including the exoskeleton, the average height is two meters, the black paint, the speed is terrifying, and the strength is far beyond ordinary people. Zai Wangchuck saw a prosthetic soldier as if possessed by Tang Ji, from the street to the end, Killed twelve players along the way, and then was killed by a bone spur that suddenly grew out of his brain.

Another prosthetic soldier disappeared suddenly on the way to charge, leaving only the set of black exoskeleton piled on the ground with a clatter, and then four or five players rushed out from the dark and snatched the exoskeleton.

Zai Wangchuck still can't forget the rewarding smiles on those players' faces. Although two players were hit by bullets during the process of picking up equipment, they didn't care at all.

Now there are a total of seventeen soldiers in the entire defense node, five from the Special Air Service Regiment England, eight from the Federal Marine Corps, and three. No, two military-tech commandos. Commandos are considered military-tech groups. Armed special arms, these people specialize in deadly tasks.

For example, to deliver ammunition supplies to the heavily surrounded defense nodes, you can definitely find them. It is said that when they first set off, they were a full-staffed team, with a total of twelve people. In the end, only three people successfully entered the position, bringing Thirty doses of weak therapeutic needles, [-] rounds of ammunition, and two boxes of smart bombs were ordered.

Especially the latter, if it weren't for those smart bombs, this place would have fallen long ago. Those spherical bombs can be used not only as grenades, but also as booby traps. As long as you throw them out, they can automatically find the target and make a bang , Blow up the target to the sky.

Because many players are not used to using weapons, when setting the preset target, they simply set the target as all humanoid targets without identification signals. Anyway, there should be no civilians in this place now, right?

The smart weapons that can survive the EMP attack are all high-quality goods. Zai Wangchuck counted the time and threw a smart bomb at the intersection every 3 minutes, and then waited to hear the truth.

"Another dead one?" A weak voice appeared from behind, Zai Wangchuck nodded without looking back, he knew who it was, the last two of the seventeen defenders, one was himself, Another named Can Opener, the last prosthetic soldier, they had a cigarette friendship before.

"Is there still smoke?" The can opener coughed, and the strange sucking sound sounded from the exoskeleton, making Zai Wangchuck shiver.

In Zai Wangchuck's view, if there is no exoskeleton, the can opener will not be able to move long ago, and if there is no magical Krenzikov central nervous system enhancement system, the can opener should have died a long time ago .

His right chest was pierced with a fist-sized hole, and he could see the back from the front. The reason why Zai was so sure that it was the size of a fist was because he saw a player rushing into the bunker with a punch. Piercing the opponent's chest, he was almost scared to pee.

"If you're in this situation, don't waste your cigarettes." Zai Wangchuck said so, but still handed over the cigarette that he had been holding in his mouth that he didn't want to smoke.

"Warning, the universal plasma is about to run out, please replenish the medical consumables in time." The alarm sound in the exoskeleton echoed in the broken house through only three-quarters of the helmet left, and the can opener was on the touch panel inside the arm After swiping up a few times, the alarm sound suddenly disappeared.

As a prosthetic soldier, the can opener suffered the heaviest task and suffered the heaviest injury in the previous defense mission. Half of the thirty weak healing needles were used on him. The fist-sized hole Now it looks like it's only the size of a woman's fist.

If there is enough time, the can opener may be able to save a life, but the problem now is that the blood in his body is running out, and the universal blood plasma in his exoskeleton armor has been continuously transfused to nearly [-] milliliters. The armor, Zai Wangchuck can hear how hard his heart is beating madly under the action of adrenaline.

The can opener was dying, from blood loss, and when he was dead, it was the others' turn, and without prosthetic soldiers, they couldn't have held this place.

Zai Wangchuck hesitated for ten seconds, and snatched the cigarette back the moment the can opener lit it: "I'll go outside and drag that corpse back."

The corpse he was talking about was the corpse of the can opener’s comrade-in-arms. According to the can opener’s introduction, the dead one was called the Baron. Not only did he have the universal plasma that could keep the can opener alive, but he also had unused time-sensitive hormones. .

"It's a stimulant that can turn you into a superhuman. Once you get a needle in, the whole world will slow down." When the can opener introduced this potion, his eyes were shining: "You will Seeing scenery that has never been seen before, even the air seems to have a thick feeling!"

"It's useless. The body and exoskeleton weigh more than 120 kilograms. You don't have enough strength." The can opener shook his head. He wanted to snatch the cigarette back, but Zai avoided his hand, which was dangling. A red marked injection: "Don't think you have the medicine, we have it too."

It was a combat stimulant dispensed by the Gaul military. The effect is said to be very exaggerated, and it can make people explode their potential. Zai Wangchuck now hopes that the official is not bragging this time.

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