Shadow was alone on the isolation wall, constantly fine-tuning the data of his prosthetic eye. His prosthetic eye could only maintain the lowest resolution image output.
This is constant torture for the human brain that is accustomed to high-definition images.
But after working hard for an hour, Shadow's only gain was to regain some of the functions of thermal imaging vision.
However, before Shadow could breathe a sigh of relief, some kind of energy wave that made his heart palpitate was once again centered on District 13 and swept across the entire area!
Wow!
The last sound Shadow heard was the shattering of the fragile optical components of the prosthetic eye, and along with a burst of pain, he fainted.
Another large-scale EMP attack, but this time its scale and intensity were fifty percent greater than the last time.
From the air, it can be seen that the entire area within five kilometers outside District 13 is plunged into darkness.
Even the cars driving on the road shut off their engines one after another and stopped motionless on the side of the road, leaving only the cursing driver.
Outside the separation wall, Otto, who was handcuffed by the military police in a simple barracks, saw that all the lights in the camp were extinguished.
The moving truck stalled instantly, and the drone in mid-air fell like rain.
This also included a drone group controlled by Ethan. At this time, Ethan and Miwako had completed the handover with Mikkelsen's people and obtained a mobile command vehicle disguised as a civilian vehicle.
But before the drone group entered the designated location, it was attacked by emp. Ethan finally knew why Tang Ji and the others lost contact.
In the information about Gaul's superhumans provided by Mikkelsen, there are no awakened ones with similar abilities.
So Tang Gui was caught off guard.
Ethan still has dozens of spare drones on hand, of which only eight are left as relay aircraft specifically used to maintain communications.
But they were useless now. Ethan roughly estimated the intensity of the emp attack just now. He was very sure that all the electronic equipment Tang Ji and the others were equipped with were destroyed.
The general had obviously been prepared, and the soldiers in the camp had even prepared ancient wired telephones in advance.
The communication soldiers were almost learning while laying telephone lines.
Although Otto lacked the ability to fight politically and had been excluded from the real circle of power, he was not a fool.
He knew his fate very well. The superhumans who entered District 13 were nominally under the management of the ECS Bureau, and he must bear responsibility.
Because what happened today, there must be a scapegoat of sufficient weight.
What really made Otto angry was that these Gauls obviously planned to take advantage of this disturbance to do some private work.
They either plan to take the opportunity to throw their previous pot into it, or they plan to add more ingredients to the pot.
For example, the continuous EMP attacks actually came from a super human, and he was still working in the ECS branch. Otto knew nothing about it.
But the military was obviously aware of this. When the staff came in to report, they even directly called each other by the code name of oscillator.
Another obvious evidence is that all heavy equipment belonging to the military stayed outside the emp attack range, and they had obviously been warned before.
"General, it has been determined that it is the oscillator himself." The staff officer handed the thick paper to the general: "The waveform and frequency increase are consistent with our previous records. The oscillator is already in the unfolded state and has completed startup and
The first oscillation.”
"That is to say, from now on, we still have eight hours to complete the mission?" The general's tone was a little short, and it was obvious that he was not as calm as he showed.
The General knew what he was fighting, the Oscillator was a powerful metahuman hidden by the military.
His only ability is to create electromagnetic pulses, but his upper limit is very high.
When he first releases his powers, he will completely lose consciousness and enter a state where he cannot move.
Then every sixty minutes another electromagnetic pulse is released that is 50% stronger in scale and intensity than the last time.
If no one takes the initiative to wake up or move the oscillator, he will keep repeating this process until his body can no longer bear it and is cooked from the inside out.
But because Oscillator is a superhuman and physically stronger than ordinary people, he will become a weapon of mass destruction before the electromagnetic pulse is enhanced enough to kill Oscillator himself.
The eight hours mentioned by the general do not take into account the time in the Thirteenth District.
Four hours later, when the oscillator strengthens its emp attack for the fifth time, half of the land in District 13 will become a dead zone.
If they fail to stop the oscillator, he will kill all living creatures in Paris in the tenth emp attack.
The electromagnetic pulse range will affect the entire Gaul and some neighboring countries.
The only good news is that Oscillator's body is not strong enough to support him through the eleventh emp enhancement.
"Okay, are my boys ready?" The general rubbed his eyes. Just like many times before, when a military plan or experiment went wrong, he had to organize people to wipe the butt.
At least Gaul's senior leaders have the ability to organize manpower and wipe their own ass. The general has always been proud of this. This is definitely the capital of Gaul's ability to become the leader of the European community with a shared future.
After all, other good neighbors have long been in ruins. Second-rate countries like Great Britain, not to mention the military, have even returned taxes to the former tax collector system.
Another example is those coffee guys who only eat noodles and drink coffee, but don’t sign or speak.
The bastards in black suits and black gloves in Sicily have already won nearly half of the seats in the parliament. Even if they introduce a bill to legalize loan sharking tomorrow, it is completely normal.
Looking at the elite soldiers assembled outside, the general can proudly declare that Gaul has a bright future!
"I know it's very dangerous inside. Those superhumans are showing off their minions wantonly." The general looked at the two hundred soldiers in front of him: "But you all know who is the real warrior! Rush in, find the mission target, and then solve this problem.
Something!"
"Promise to complete the mission!" The soldiers responded loudly to the general, then got on the military vehicle just transferred from the rear and rushed into the 13th District.
"God protect me from going to hell in the future!" The general looked at the cannon fodder going away and made the sign of the cross.
The general is well aware of the strength of the Taha Gang and what kind of monsters there are among those superhumans who suddenly go crazy.
He just hoped that these soldiers could hold those people at least for a while, so that his real back-up could deal with the oscillator in time.
Well, the most appropriate time to deal with it...
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After an unknown amount of time, Shadow finally woke up from his coma, and the unknown liquid flowing out of Congyi's eyes left tear-like traces on his face.
The world was dark, but Shadow did not panic. He was blind for a long time.
Now, he is just deprived of the light brought by his prosthetic eyes.
Shadow was once one of the best snipers in the assassin profession.
At his level, hard study and practice can only guarantee one's own condition. What everyone is competing for is talent and technical progress.
Whenever a new technology emerges in the field of precision shooting, Shadow will receive invitations from relevant companies or laboratories.
The opportunity for him to adopt the identity of a killer also came from this. Standard Arms Group gave him an irresistible price and hired him to become a full-time weapons testing expert.
Shadow only found out later that in addition to him, there were many snipers of the same level who were recruited into the body by large companies.
As for the reason, it is because Qilus Group has produced the first-generation military prosthetic eye product, which is known as the ultimate solution in the field of precision shooting.
With round after round of tests, the Standard Weapons Laboratory has been recording his search targets, optic nerve data when aiming at the target, and nerve signal data from the brain transmitting his fingers.
However, the progress of the entire trial has been slow and has been lagging behind related projects of its peers, especially Qilusi's prosthetic eye project.
Because the sniper skills that Shadow relied on relied more on intuition.
The Qilus Group's partner, "Eagle Eye" Droni, has vision that is truly far beyond ordinary people.
It was not until the last few years that the concept of superhumans became popular, and Shadow realized that his competitors might all be superhumans.
But this was meaningless. After investing a large amount of money, the Standard Weapons Laboratory chose to make a desperate move.
They "stole" Shadow's eyes during an operation under the pretext of implanting a palm smart interface, and replaced him with a pair of experimental products with immature technology in order to compare the data.
After waking up, Shadow fell into unparalleled anger, but through the thick bulletproof glass, he could only vent his anger on the target.
Then something unexpected happened. The unstable prosthetic eyes burned Shadow's optic nerve five minutes into the experiment.
If the middleman who introduced the cooperation between the two parties had not had a strong background, Shadow might not even be able to get out of the laboratory.
In the end, Standard Weapons Laboratory kicked the useless loser out of the entire project without any compensation.
It took Shadow almost a year to recover before adapting to his new life, the life of a blind person.
In the end, it was through the introduction of the middleman that Shadow got an opportunity to accept the new technology of Qilus Group and transplant a full set of prosthetic eye products including the optic nerve.
The technical prototype of that set of prosthetic eyes is his old rival, Hawkeye Drone. It is said that this pair of products, codenamed Eagle Eyes, can completely simulate Drone's vision.
That was the first time Shadow saw the world from a competitor's perspective, and it was flawless...
Shadow quickly returned to the top with his own abilities and new technologies, and then he avenged himself.
All the experimenters who had participated in the operation, as well as the middleman, died at the gunpoint of Shadow.
Because he discovered that the middleman fished him out and implanted Qilus' prosthetic eyes as part of the experiment.
Standard Weapons is still conducting experiments on this, collecting data on the Shadow.
In addition to earning two referral fees, middlemen can also earn a lot of fame.
In this era, there are not many middlemen who are willing to sacrifice their profits to get people from big companies.
This also led to the fact that after Shadow finally killed the middleman, the entire industry blacklisted him.
The forces behind the middleman will also periodically issue hunting bounties targeting shadows.
The reason why Shadow joined Tang Ji's team was because the Lazarus Group was willing to provide shelter.
But putting an assassin like him on the battlefield is a huge waste. At the beginning, Shadow can hardly keep up with the rhythm.
Fortunately, Shadow learned quickly and was having fun doing it. After all, here he didn't need to analyze the target's psychology or consider the evacuation route.
The only thing Tang Ji and the others asked of him was to shoot that damn bullet into the target's head at the right time.
For Shadow, this is just the simplest part of the job, but of course the risk is also much higher.
In Shadow's previous job, there was no need to consider the possibility of being bombed by missiles or attacked by EMP attacks.
Shadow smiled in the darkness, stood up slowly, tested the surrounding obstacles with his toes, and walked towards the location of the backpack in his memory.
The electromagnetic sniper rifle has now become a piece of scrap metal, and Shadow's secondary weapon is placed in the backpack.
A Crusader submachine gun with military technology, it is only 30 centimeters long in the folded state, can be operated with one hand, and uses nine-millimeter caliber caseless bullets.
But when Shadow groped for that spot, there was nothing there.
Shadow realized that he had lost his way. He had completely forgotten the direction in which he fell when he fainted.
He didn't dare to move anymore because this was the separation wall of District 13 and there were no protective fences installed at all.
Shadow is in a very awkward state at this time. Although he has experienced the stage of blindness, he has not yet reached the level of Daredevil.
He was worried that he accidentally fell off a high wall, and if his "old friends" heard about his death, they would most likely be laughed to death.
Shadow couldn't accept that he died so stupidly, so he used his limbs together like a spider, constantly measuring the edge.
Two minutes later, Shadow finally touched his backpack, but he immediately realized that his backpack had been opened.
Something inside is missing...
"He seems to have discovered us..." a nervous female voice whispered.
"Shh! Shut up, he can't see us!" The man's voice didn't seem to be much calmer.
"Who are you?" Shadow groped carefully in his backpack. There were only some scattered small things left in it, as well as his camouflage cloth.
"We thought you were dead so we took your things. This was a misunderstanding!" the man explained, but Shadow could hear a hint of danger in his voice.
The man obviously didn't want to return what he had picked up, maybe he was making up his mind to actually turn himself into a corpse.
"I just want to know who you are and why you are here." Shadow took out a folding knife from the secret compartment of his backpack and held it in his hand.
"Don't tell him, he must be a government agent, here to stop us from leaving!" the man warned the woman, and the gun in his hand was instantly loaded.
"No, he's not." A greasy voice suddenly appeared: "We are."
Then there were two gunshots, and the greasy voice spoke again: "Let me see, what did we find, an unlucky corporate mercenary? Maybe I can exchange you for some money?"
"Kill him, don't waste time." Another voice said: "Our mission is to clean up everything that wants to come out of District 13, regardless of whether he is a super human or not."