Bullets were fired in succession, the sea of garbage was churning, and scraps were flying.
The alien was immediately enraged, and the bullets fired could not defeat it at all. They only spattered some flesh and broken some garbage, but the bullets immediately became a new part of its body.
It made a strange muffled roar, like the sound made by various wires and electrical appliances in the body being short-circuited at the same time.
It suddenly leaped forward, and the entire behemoth jumped onto the highway and rushed towards the convoy.
Trash is flying behind, black rain is pouring from the sky, and thick smoke is billowing in the distance.
When the muscular men of the Game Gang saw the fight started, they also pulled the triggers one after another, and the guns in their hands spurted out sparks.
But with a move of the alien's hand, an entire pickup truck was overturned, and several muscular men fell to the ground screaming.
"Damn..." Brother Zhuang panicked a little, and half of his metal head flashed with electricity, "Fight it!"
He suddenly jumped out of the car, Muscle Maniac Professional System J-Level Program: Ten Times Muscle
The knotted muscles all over Brother Zhuang's body immediately swelled several times, and even his head swelled up, looking even more bloody.
He jumped over a dozen meters and smashed his huge fists at the alien at the same time, hitting a junk TV screen on its chest. The already worn-out screen exploded and his fists sunk deeply into it.
This punch can punch through a strong man.
However, the alien was not knocked down, far from it, not even shaken.
At the same time, Ragcloth laughed in the dark, "Garbage!"
He was mocking and calling. A row of 0s and 1s flashed across the classic pilot goggles, and the program started.
Scavenger occupation system J-level program: everything is usable
Some of the electronic waste on the alien body shone brightly, as if being electrically stimulated by the call of the rags.
"Fuck..." Brother Zhuang exclaimed, and was thrown away by the increasingly violent alien species. He flew heavily and fell into the sea of garbage on the roadside.
"You're so strong, I told you so." Lorna was smoking a cigarette in the truck compartment over there. She was really speechless: "Faced with these extraordinary things, even guns and cannons can't be handled. If you only have muscles, no matter how much you practice, they won't be able to handle them."
It’s all for free.”
She looked at the alien walking towards the truck, and she was in a daze. Her personality integrity had not been restored in the past few days...
"Captain?" Several female mercenaries asked urgently, asking her to decide how to fight.
Lorna took another deep drag on her cigarette, and a voice vaguely appeared in her mind. It was Gu He, the cowherd, saying:
【If you want to find your true self, you must fully accept yourself...】
She closed her eyes, so many memories flashed through her in an instant that her heart almost stopped in pain.
How long has it been since I thought about that time? I thought about abandoning it, but it turned out that I had never forgotten it.
Yes, Lorna Ludd, a daughter of flesh and blood, was once surrounded by people on the streets and rode on their shoulders.
Her missing right hand once waved the bone and blood flag so vigorously.
The wanton singing voice of Rag Bu came, as if everyone sang together passionately:
"My child, my flesh and blood, her name is Lorna Ludd, her name is Flowing City!"
But the stench of the garbage around her seeped into her nose, and the cold and smelly rain hit her face, reminding her that this was not fifteen years ago, and she was no longer the five-year-old child.
She is a bloody blade in a muddy pond, a female mercenary, and an extraordinary hunter.
Ragcloth mocked so hard, as if mocking his past self in this way would make him feel better.
This kind of person has betrayed and insulted our flesh and blood.
"I'll take care of it."
Lorna suddenly opened her eyes, holding an unburned cigarette in her left hand, and the huge scarlet alien right hand exploded just as the embryonic species rushed closer!
One end was connected to her shoulder, and countless blood-threads rushed out, flying all over the sky in the black rain.
This is the right hand and also the nerve bundle.
A right hand compressed by countless nerve transmission tubes.
Hunter professional system J-level program: neural invasion
The thin blood-thread that filled the sky flew across a few meters or more than ten meters in an instant. Part of it stuck to the head of the alien species, while the other part ran through the garbage roadblocks at both ends of the highway and stuck to the faces of the members of the Mud Gang while escaping the sound.
brain.
Behind a garbage pile, Rag Bu was stunned. Several blood-threads stuck to his forehead, passed through the flesh, penetrated through the gap in the skull, and instantly connected with his cranial nerves.
Suddenly, he had a strange feeling, like something was forcefully invading his head.
Impacting, blasting, like a virus breaking through a firewall.
"Brain-to-brain contact..." Ragcloth suddenly became frightened.
He hurriedly took out his knife and tried to cut off the blood-threaded threads, but he cut off one after another, and his scalp was about to be shaved off; all the trash guys around him were in chaos.
On the other side, the prototype alien species, whose head was also wrapped in blood threads, let out a muffled roar and stagnated in place, unable to move.
"Captain!" The female mercenaries looked nervously. With the commander's integrity of personality crumbling at any time, this is tantamount to committing suicide...
Lorna looked calm, and the messy wires and silicon strips between her black hair suddenly shone with light.
In just a few seconds, the nerves are accelerating, accelerating, accelerating... overspeeding.
Hunter professional system Q-level program: Information turbulence
Flying all over the sky, bloody nerve bundles have physically connected her head, the head of the alien species, the heads of Rag Bu and others, like a bright red and strange spider web.
This is a neural network, a network led by her.
"Don't you like picking up garbage? How could you miss such a large amount of garbage information?"
Suddenly, a thought came to her mind, and at the same time as this sentence was transmitted to the minds of Lanbu and others.
She waved the nerve bundle with her hand. Thanks to Grandma Ajin, after these few days of mirror box therapy, this hand was easy to use, otherwise she would not be able to exert the power of the program as she does now.
Thousands of blood-threaded lines all burst into light, and the spider webs were dripping with blood——
In this world, every living flesh and blood has consciousness, and consciousness is data. At this moment, the consciousness data of the prototype alien species is forcibly exploded, and flows into every mind along with the neural network formed by these blood threads.
"Ah!" Ragcloth suddenly screamed, and all kinds of indescribable alien information kept rushing into his mind.
What did he see, what was it...blood, giant shadow, toppled world, chaos, flies, lack of light...
At the same time, there were many garbage men who were screaming, falling to the ground, bleeding from all their orifices, and rolling on the ground.
Information overload, information overload...
Whether it's the rags of a programmer or an ordinary person, they simply can't bear it.
It's like a person who has been exposed to strong light for more than ten days without sleep, until that person goes completely crazy.
Brother Zhuang, who couldn't afford to be injured over there, stared and saw that the nerves on his face were beating at an extremely fast rate, and his whole body seemed to be twisted and unstable, but the blood-threaded neural network was still crazily feeding the consciousness information of the embryonic alien species.
Bang! After all, Ragcloth's head couldn't bear it anymore and was overwhelmed by the turbulent flow of information. The flesh and blood on his head suddenly exploded, leaving only an empty skull, still wearing a pair of classic pilot goggles.
Bits of flesh and blood fell together with the rain, and Ragcloth's body swayed before falling into the putrid garbage.
The pair of eyeballs that had no way of falling were trapped inside the glasses.
There seems to be a different kind of sadness in the horrified eyes, which is a scene from the past...
Bang, bang, bang, the garbage man's heads exploded one after another.
The consciousness information of the alien species lost its carrier, so it was lost, went wrong, and collapsed, and the huge prototype species suddenly shook.
The blood-threads tightened tighter and tighter, causing greater brain pressure on the alien head that had stopped functioning and lost power.
Suddenly, the head, which was mixed with countless garbage and rotten matter, exploded into countless fragments.
This rudimentary species suddenly fell on the highway and became another huge piece of garbage in the muddy pond.
The information flow is over, and the battle is over.
"Haha!" Brother Zhuang shouted ecstatically, "I said it, I said it, this is the second programmer in charge! How dare you mess with her!"
The female mercenaries did not feel the joy of victory. They nervously supported Captain Lorna, who was unsteady on her feet.
The group leader was also involved in the turbulent flow of information just now.
She is the one who controls the storm, but she is also at the center of the storm...
The fingers holding the cigarette were trembling weakly, and the ashes were knocked off by the black rain, but the fire was not extinguished.
The wires and silicon strips between her hair became dim. Lorna took a deep breath. The stench of garbage and thick smoke penetrated her lungs, and there was also a bit of blood smell. Her eyes became hazy. She didn't know whether it was because of the blood that blinded her eyes, or because of her personality.
Disintegrating in a trance.
She seemed to feel that her native right hand was still there, waving something, and she seemed to hear singing.
It was a childlike voice, full of hope and passion, singing high-spirited:
"Her name is Lorna Ludd, her name is Flowing Light City, our future, our future..."