This is a hall with a cold and solemn decoration and layout. The overall tone is mainly silver gray and light blue. Around the hall are some staff responsible for recording and dispatching data and their consoles, and in the middle is a picture.
It looks like a giant round conference table filled with water.
The "pool water" surface of the conference round table is projecting a perspective view of a mine and its surrounding ancillary equipment. Although it is slightly distorted, most of the details can still be seen. However, because it is only an image record and not a real scene, it should have been
The moving conveyor belt and workers are all at rest.
"This is the No. 9 mine of Cole Mining. There are 14 similar mines on this planet. The structures are basically the same. You can record them." Arcturus pressed his hands on the table and said to the opposite side.
The combat captain, also numbering 14, said: "The Hyperion will avoid their poor surveillance radar and place you near your respective targets. Wait for my signal to act in unison, infiltrate or attack you as you please. The goal is to control their mines."
Monitor the field and destroy the device that can send out a distress signal."
"So, boss, this hellish place is just like all the previous targets, it is a sweatshop for squeezing clones?" When most of the captains began to record the perspective view, an operations captain chewing gum said: "We
Is the target this time people or mines?”
"Yes, this mining group named 'Tavis Cole' is affiliated with the 'Mobius Foundation'. It is also a lackey of the Tyranid Federation. It uses a large number of clones in mines in multiple galaxies.
Human laborers, or slaves," Arcturus waved his arms and zoomed in on the workers in the virtual image: "They were only 'indoctrinated' with how to work in the mines and basic living abilities, and were not equipped with any underground safety equipment.
Measures are being used completely as consumables.”
In the enlarged picture, each of the miners had dull expressions, mechanical movements, and numerous scars. Even if it was not the first time they had seen such a scene, the operation captains were still breathing heavily and clenching their fists.
"As for the specific target, it depends on the situation," Arcturus continued: "The Hyperion will interfere with the planet's communications with the outside world before the operation begins. If your operation to suppress the Overwatch goes smoothly, there will be no distress signal.
If the news spreads, then we can easily move the ore inventory here. If it fails, we can only take away the clone workers first."
"We promise not to let those bastards send out any distress signals!" an operations captain said angrily.
"Although I have said it many times, I still have to repeat it this time," Arcturus waved his hand: "Do not untie the restraints of those clone workers before completely controlling the situation, no matter if they attack angrily
Whether the supervisor gives the other party a chance to call for help, or whether he flees in a hurry and is attacked by security measures, we are short of manpower and do not want to see it."
"Ha, I hope there are enough tough guys among the boys rescued this time." A slightly older operations captain chuckled.
"Who has any other questions?" Arcturus looked around to make sure no one had any objections and then waved his hand: "Start taking action!"
"Aye! Aye!"
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An hour later, outside the No. 9 mine of Cole Mining.
Tall miners were pulling cartloads of ore out of the mine and dumping them on the conveyor belt leading to the smelting furnace. They were wearing overalls and overalls, with only simple protection for their parts, and their expressions were numb and dull.
Next to their queue, there are overseers wearing power armor, holding chain saws and semi-automatic rifles, as well as constantly rotating monitors and automatic turrets. Farther away is the manager's residential area where miners are not allowed to approach. More automatic machines are arranged along the way.
Battery and more patrols.
Obviously, these supervisors also know that the miners have no favorable impression of them at all, but because their IQ has been artificially suppressed, they don't know how to show it or can't show it.
Tsk - sizzle -!
Along with a strange, loud sound, like water being thrown into hot oil, the sky above the mine "cracked".
To be precise, a huge, flashing ball of light appeared there, spreading in all directions in spiderweb-like patterns. It looked like a large net woven with silver thunder was being cast overhead.
The miners stared blankly at the sky, completely confused as to what was happening, while the supervisors reacted immediately and picked up their communicators one after another.
"Headquarters! We are under attack! Headquarters? Headquarters?"
However, at this time, any means of communication through electronic signals had completely failed, and nothing but continuous white noise could be heard in their receivers.
This is the Hyperion's "full-band blocking interference", an attack method similar to the "Electromagnetic Pulse Weapon (EMP)", but with much greater power and range. By affecting the ionosphere, it can cut off the energy within a certain period of time.
Electronic signals for the entire planet.
Just like the "Planetary Defense Network", it was also developed from the relics of the "Pioneer Utes". Perhaps because of its size, this race seems to particularly like technology that can create big scenes.
Touch! Touch! Touch!
Da da da!
While the supervisors were panicking, one by one the airdrop pods fell from a high altitude and crashed into the mine. The next second, before they could think about whether to attack or not, the doors of the airdrop pods were kicked open, and each one
Soldiers wearing red power armor and holding bolters rushed out and attacked the overseers without hesitation.
As a mine in a remote galaxy with no military value, these supervisors probably never thought that they would be raided by regular troops. They were completely at a loss when they fought back, and they were all attacked in less than three minutes.
Kill or capture.
As for those automatic turrets, they kept attacking the raiders very faithfully, but the effect was not good.
After taking control of the mine supervisors and destroying most of the forts, this group of operational troops ignored the confused miners and regrouped. After a brief exchange, they prepared to rush towards the manager's residential area without stopping.
At this moment, a small worker threw away the mine cart and shouted loudly: "Don't attack from the ground! I know an underground passage leading over there!"
"To make a long story short, miners," the operation leader instructed his team members to stay on alert and walked quickly to the worker: "We only have less than an hour. After that, those guys will send out a distress signal. The channel you mentioned is at
Where? How long does it take to get there?”
"It won't take more than ten minutes!" the worker responded quickly: "I have prepared to lead my brothers to smash their heads in the middle of the night. If you don't come, I will take action in two days."
"Very well, we are here to help you break those guys' heads," the operations leader immediately called for the team members to follow him: "Now, tell me your name, soldier."
