Except when returning to base, Ulanov wears his full-coverage helmet under all circumstances, which is almost his signature image. However, this helmet is not for handsomeness and style, nor is it entirely for
What kind of defense is enhanced? Its real function is to maintain the life of a veteran and cover up his terrifying true appearance.
Hao Ren saw a horrifying-looking man sitting behind a desk playing with some kind of equipment. His face could hardly be called human. Large areas of his skin had disappeared, and the exposed muscles and bones glowed with metallic silver.
, one eyeball relies on certain electronic circuits to prevent it from falling off. Where the nose was originally, there is only a metal tube with a valve, and a hose connected to the metal tube is connected to the side of the table.
A certain gas cylinder, and his teeth - there was just a neat row of metal.
Ulanov's true appearance hidden under the helmet was like a skull made of a mixture of flesh and steel. It was weird and terrifying. Even though Hao Ren had seen all kinds of strange and inexplicable things, after seeing this
I couldn't help but be shocked when I saw the scene.
"What are you doing..." He couldn't hide his surprise and simply asked directly, "How did you do it?"
"Sixty-five years ago, I worked near the Nano Sea to observe whether those nanomachine groups could be used to open up space colonies." The remaining muscles on Ulanov's face twitched with the flexible metal, as if he wanted to tell Hao
Ren smiled, but it looked almost scarier than Izax's smile, "I couldn't run out when the 'Master' computer went down, so I was melted - almost a third of it."
Ulanov said, slightly lifting up his shirt. Hao Ren was shocked to see a pair of transparent chest plates under the clothes, with deformed internal organs and artificial organs slowly pulsing in the light pink life-support solution. Look.
It looks like a cyborg from a horror movie.
"I was one of the few survivors of that disaster, and probably the one who lived the longest." Ulanov pointed to the bed next to him, indicating that Hao Ren could sit down wherever he wanted, "Ah, you probably don't care about this.
Interest - do you have anything to do with me?"
Hao Ren had just recovered from the shock of Ulanov's true appearance and experience. He didn't know what to say. He sat down on the bed with some restraint before mentioning his original purpose:
"Then what, I just want to ask...if I need to leave the base for something, who should I report to?"
"Leave the base?" Ulanov asked in his voice, "Where are you going?"
"Take a walk around the neighborhood and at least know what kind of place your future residence will be." Hao Ren shrugged, "And I can't always disturb you here - I don't plan to join any organization, so one day I will
Going to leave."
"I understand Nolan's character. I'm afraid she really doesn't mind if you continue to live here, because she doesn't care about it at all," Ulanov said hoarsely. His voice did not come from his mouth, but from his throat.
It came from a resonance tube. His vocal cords had become part of the nanomachines decades ago. Now the machines have replaced more than half of his physiological functions. "But it's normal for you to think so. If I want to go out, I can
Accompany you, I have no mission for the time being, and this place is not peaceful."
"No, no. There's no need to trouble you. I've been a soldier anyway, so I should have some survival skills." Hao Ren quickly waved his hand, "I'm just here to find out what procedures you need to go through to leave the base - you guys
After all, it is a military unit."
Ulanov laughed hoarsely: "Ah ha... you don't have to be so strict. Gray Fox doesn't have so many rules, because Nolan is the only rule here. As long as you don't cause trouble for her, no one will bother you.
trouble."
Hao Ren said oh, and Ulanov grabbed something from the table and threw it to Hao Ren: "Take this, even if you don't join the gang, your identity as a gray fox can help you avoid a lot of trouble.
In this place, only those who have a regiment behind them are considered human beings, and those without status are just 'slag' in the factory."
Hao Ren caught the small metal plate that flew over. It was a small badge-like thing with a gray fox head etched with a laser. It was the logo of the Gray Fox Mercenary Group. In the chaotic black street, people were strictly guarded.
The hierarchical system governs. Cadres from Zero City and the commanders of various corps are first-class people, while the soldiers and brokers who back the corps are respectfully called "citizens", and the lowest are those who have no identity and no
Coolies who are able to fight - they are engaged in heavy work in those black-smoking factories that cannot be replaced by nanomachines. They suffer from respiratory diseases and various pollutions, and rely on poor food and food made by nanomachines.
Using nerve-paralyzing drugs to maintain short-lived lives, they are called "slag".
Without a corps guarantee, visitors who rashly come to the black streets will basically be thrown into the factory within three days, and only a handful of people can escape intact. And even if they can escape this disaster, in the slums of the black streets,
Surviving here is not much easier than working as "slag" in a factory.
This is human society after the collapse of civilization.
Hao Ren also briefly browsed the information about the underworld when he was checking information on the Internet. Although the information was rudimentary, he still had a general understanding of the rules and environment of this place, so he knew that this small metal plate should actually be given to him by Nolan.
A gift, and for an outsider, this is an extremely valuable unexpected gift. He put away the identification tag properly and looked at Ulanov curiously: "Are other mercenary groups as easy to deal with as you?"
"Others?" Ulanov laughed, his voice as rough as a broken old bellows, "You either join them, or they throw them into the factory. Most mercenary groups are also engaged in the business of human traffickers.
.You should be glad that you met Nolan. She is the toughest and least disciplined mercenary here. She made her own rules, that is, everyone except her is bullshit - so as long as she approves one
If you are a person, then this person is basically safe in the underworld, and all the corps will give him some face."
Nolan's face flashed through Hao Ren's mind, that mercenary girl with long gray hair and an expressionless face. Her eyes left an indelible impression on Hao Ren. Looking back now, the look in those eyes
It seemed to carry an indescribable alienation and vicissitudes, as if a transcendent person who had seen through the mundane and transcendent world was watching life and death from the sidelines. When Hao Ren recalled this detail, he couldn't help but feel a layer of goosebumps on his back.
, he firmly believed that he saw something in Nolan's eyes that theoretically did not belong to her: "Nolan... how old is he this year?"
"Seventeen years old, or eighteen years old - no older," Ulanov looked into Hao Ren's eyes and said, "Don't ask more, I only know this. The big warlords in this place are extremely hostile to Nolan
Fear, they are afraid of her, and one of the important reasons is that they are afraid of her age. It is said that when she was thirteen years old, she assassinated two mercenary captains alone, with bare hands, and in the most cruel way. Maybe you feel that you have never seen her today.
Heaton saved her life, but in fact Nolan estimates that there are more than a hundred ways to kill all the ambushers encountered today."
Hao Ren was stunned: "Is she Superman?"
"Some people say that she is actually a 'third generation evolver', just pretending to be the first generation. Some people say that she is actually a soldier created before the fall of the Far East Alliance. You can search for 'Soldier Plan' and say
It's decent," Ulanov shook his head, put the adjusted breathing filter back into the helmet, took off the breathing tube on his nose and put on the helmet again, "but I suggest you don't use any of them.
Don’t ask Nolan about this. She usually has a good temper, but when she gets angry occasionally, no one is her match... Ha, it feels so good to put on my face again."
Ulanov put on his helmet, connected several lines extending from his jacket under his mask, and pulled up the alloy zipper of his jacket, transforming into a fully enclosed, weird soldier like a motorcycle rider. He
The helmet provided him with breathing assistance and continuously released electrical signals to ensure that his severely damaged brain could continue to function. The armor worn under his jacket released another set of signals to suppress the remaining energy in his body.
Nanomachine swarm to prevent those deadly little things from completely severing his spine. This device, together with the artificial organs in the body, formed a weird and deformed body. They have maintained his life for sixty-five years, and as long as
As his brain continues to survive, this body can continue to survive until it outlives any other human being.
Sixty-five years ago, he lost one-third of his body, and today, sixty-five years later, 80% of the tissues in his body have been updated and transformed. This level of transformation even in the first
It is also unique among the second generation evolvers. It is difficult to say whether the transformed Ulanov is a human being or a living biochemical machine. The only thing that can be determined for sure is that this old soldier is still alive.
Why does he persist in living to this day?
Hao Ren looked at Ulanov's not burly body and knew that this unrecognizable veteran must have more stories, but it wasn't time for him to ask clearly yet, so after thanking the other party for telling him so many things today, he