Shi Shun looked at the scene footage transmitted back by the drone, frowned, and picked up the walkie-talkie: "What are you doing? Let the snipers solve the battle. Anyway, as long as these people are alive, they can be brought back for trial."
The intercom immediately sent a reply: "I think the dead should be given the dignity they deserve."
Shi Shun: "You guys...forget it, hurry up and call it a day."
As he spoke, he threw down the walkie-talkie and ignored the response from the other side. Instead, he turned around and ordered: "Get ready for the second group. If the enemy has prepared multiple groups, they may take the opportunity to move out now."
"Yes. But wouldn't it be more difficult for people with such heavy-duty prosthetics to enter the country quietly?"
"That's true if no one opens the door for them. Don't take it lightly."
As soon as Shi Shun finished speaking, he frowned slightly and pointed at the city plan displayed on the screen in front of him: "What's going on with this aircraft? There shouldn't be a flight path on the roof of Wang Ping'an's house, right?"
"Wait a minute, the Air Traffic Control Bureau said this is the plane that will carry out artificial rainfall tonight, and it has a flight permit."
Shi Shun frowned: "Check the recent weather forecast. Is the recent rainfall so low that planes need to be dispatched to carry out rainfall?"
Current meteorological interference technology is mainly realized through giant sunlight reflectors in space. The reflectors will illuminate a given area at a given time according to the predictions of the chaos model, thereby triggering a chain reaction.
However, because there are too many uncontrollable variables in this chain reaction, weather adjustments may not be precise, and sometimes more specific adjustment measures are needed.
Spreading rainfall reagents from airplanes is one of the specific adjustment methods.
The order was issued instantly, and the operator in the command car immediately began to check the recent weather forecast, and the result soon came out: "No, the recent rainfall has been normal. And the weather forecast for tomorrow is sunny... It is impossible for the aircraft to appear during this rain."
It’s too normal, I’m consulting the Weather Control Bureau.”
Shi Shun: "Where is our fighter jet? Intercept it."
"The Meteorological Control Bureau hasn't responded yet. Isn't that bad? What if it's a plane actually performing a mission? After all, the Air Traffic Control Bureau has registered it."
Shi Shun repeated what he just said: "Intercept it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the operator reported: "The Meteorological Control Bureau responded that there will be no rainfall tasks tonight."
Moment: "Shoot it down."
**
At this time, Wang Ping'an had no idea that such a blockbuster-like plot was happening around him.
He was watching the stars on his balcony.
Looking at the stars in this era, quite a few stars are moving.
Wang Ping'an: "You know, when people in ancient times looked at the stars, they basically saw real stars. They would look for various constellations in the sky. For example, the one called the Summer Triangle appears in many songs."
Angele looked at the sky: "Summer Triangle? Song?"
Wang Pingan hummed: "あれがデネブ·アルタイル·ベガ
"The great triangle of summer is the difference between you and me"
"覚えて空を见る..."
Angele: "Why is it in Japanese again..."
"They produced a lot of anime in the pre-aerospace era. Unfortunately, it was the front line during the war. When we climbed Naroda Peak during the nuclear ban phase, it was already a wasteland.
“First it was hit by a Soviet nuclear bomb, and then when the communication was cut off due to the nuclear bomb, the other side suspected that our troops had landed and bombed it again. There is nothing worse than an island country.
"So people always miss things that no longer exist, and these songs are really good."
Angeli nodded: "It's really nice. What kind of animation song is this?"
"I don't know, I just think the song is nice."
At this time, Eileen, who was sitting on the deck chair against the wall of the balcony, said: "When I was a child, my neighbor's grandfather would get angry when he saw the stars and said, 'Those are the stars of the hateful red devil.'"
Wang Ping'an laughed: "That's right. Most of the space structures in low-Earth orbit belong to us, but aren't they all the stars of the red devil? That grandpa is a red neck, right?"
Erin: "Well, my neck is quite red. He always said that we almost won the war, but the president was not firm enough and surrendered before he even completely exhausted all the troops."
Wang Ping'an frowned: "What do you mean? You said you should be beaten to the point like De San did, forcing all the children to put on military uniforms and go to the front line? Then when our army was advancing on the ground, we could still see hangings hanging on the big houses next to us.
A corpse with a sign on it saying 'I am a traitor to the motherland'?"
Angele smiled and said, "Why do you say it as if you have experienced it yourself?"
"I've seen a movie about three virtues."
Angel was about to respond when Erin suddenly pointed to the sky and said, "Isn't that a structure in the sky? A meteor?"
Wang Ping'an looked up and saw a star with a long tail in the sky.
Wang Ping'an squinted his eyes, trying to see clearly.
Angele took out her glasses and put them on, looked at them and said, "It looks more like a crashed aircraft."
As soon as he finished speaking, a small flame burst out from the thing——
Wang Ping'an: "What a fool!"
At this moment, the screen of his mobile phone suddenly lit up, and then the clothes drying rack on the balcony suddenly unfolded outwards - there was obviously no clothes on it, and no one wanted to dry clothes on the balcony.
The next moment there was a collision sound, the clothes drying rack was deformed by the impact, and the movable structure was directly thrown away, hitting the wall with a crisp sound.
Wang Ping'an immediately saw clearly what hit his clothes hanger.
He is a man, and his muscles seem to have grown into his brain.
It is impossible for human muscles to bend an iron rod as thick as a thumb. This must be a prosthetic person.
The prosthetic man looked at Wang Ping'an and smiled, and was about to take action when the automatic clothes drying rack suddenly turned on.
The man roared angrily, turned over and fell into the balcony.
Wang Ping'an directly picked up the clothes drying pole next to him - the clothes drying pole in Wang Dazhu's house was made of thick iron pipes welded together. It seems that Wang Dazhu made it himself after the war and has been using it for thirty years.
The strong man dodged Wang Ping'an's thrust with agility that was not commensurate with his strong body, then grabbed the clothes drying pole and pushed it back directly.
As expected, the strong power of the prosthetic body was beyond what the human body could resist. Wang Ping'an was pushed against the wall together with himself, and ended up hitting something soft.
Angeli let out an ouch, obviously she had just acted as Wang Ping'an's cushion.
The strong man's arms opened in an instant, revealing the hidden non-lethal weapons: "Have a good sleep!"
Soon after, a new figure flew into Wang Pingan's field of vision.
The strong man received a solid knee blow to the side of his face, causing his titanium alloy cheek to tilt to one side.
The newcomer waved two "ribbons" like a dancing girl. The two ribbons wrapped around the strong man's outstretched arms, and the next moment the arms were broken into several pieces.
Wang Ping'an: "Is that the one called the flying knife? Is this thing practical?"
The newcomer replied coldly: "This is called a flying blade."
As she spoke, she waved her hand and the strong man's head fell off.
Irene was still out of the situation, and she immediately screamed when she saw the head falling in front of her.
Wang Dazhu rushed out of the door: "What's going on? What's going on with the loud noise just now?"
Then he saw the girl who had just killed the strong man: "Third one? Hello, I am Wang Ping'an's father. Although my son is a little skinny, he is definitely a good husband..."
Girl: "Comrade Wang Dazhu, this is an emergency, please take shelter immediately."
She turned to Wang Ping'an: "There should be seven or eight prosthetics like this one nearby. Their bodies can land directly from the downed plane. Please follow me -"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cargo drone dragged a person into the sky.
The prosthetic girl looked at the man flying away in confusion: "What the hell?"
Wang Ping'an looked at his mobile phone: his automatic clothes drying rack just unfolded suddenly and blocked the enemies falling from the sky. It was probably its masterpiece.
In response, the phone started playing the Wall-E theme song.
Okay, all the nearby automatic machines have probably been mobilized to deal with the enemies who landed.
Wang Ping'an: "In short, it's okay for me to act together with you? I have just experienced that these artificial monsters are not something that a natural person like me can fight against."
Girl: "I'm a prosthetic monster too."
Wang Ping'an: "You are a good monster!"
Angele: "Can't you just call me a mechanical angel?"
Wang Ping'an: "We are materialists. In this way, you are... yes, a mechanical good person!"
The girl looked like she wanted to give Wang Pingan a slap in the face.
Wang Ping'an: "Don't do it! If you do, I'll be dead!"