David Martinez's first mission is simple. They need to go to the old city of Paris and plant a nuclear bomb.
It's rude to come back without reciprocating. Nuclear bombs are weapons created by human civilization to destroy each other, not weapons created by human civilization for players to destroy human beings. If they want to play this kind of nuclear war, they should play smarter.
Rather than throwing it around like a large firecracker.
Before today, Mikkelsen did not use reciprocal means to retaliate, that's because they really couldn't reciprocate.
The players don't care about the casualties, the radiation residue after the nuclear explosion, or the public panic caused by it, but Mikkelsen must care.
Therefore, when using nuclear bombs, he must be cautious and have the final word.
"Is this a nuclear bomb? It's not as big as I thought, it just looks like that!" Rebecca held up the core item of this mission, the Fireworks-2 ultra-small nuclear bomb, with both hands: "This mission is completed
, those prosthetic bodies we had before were given away for free? David, I said that after you become famous, we can take on big, simple and profitable business!"
That thing looks like a boxy and delicate metal box, 50*50*50CM in size, with a total weight of only 120 kilograms. It has easy-to-carry handles and operable bulletproof panels on each side.
Just like Rebecca said, it doesn't look as big as expected, but this mission is not as simple as Rebecca said. It is a life-threatening job, and Rebecca knows it very well. She is
Want to liven up the atmosphere
Martinez and the others came in through the 13th arrondissement. As the last occupied area in the greater Paris area, the 13th arrondissement has now become a quite special existence.
Years of underground life have made the people of District 13 accustomed to small spaces, and this happens to be the environment that players dislike the most. Their tunnels are all over the entire District 13, and even players cannot explore them all.
The number of players is too small, and it is impossible to blockade the 13th arrondissement for a long time like the Gallic government. Therefore, to the people of the 13th arrondissement, the whole of Paris seems to be a little freer than before, and they can come and go at will.
The Taha Gang now has what they want, political power, prestige, external recognition, and military assistance, but it seems to have come a little too late. Even Boyer Taha doesn't know if District 13 still needs it.
these things.
That feeling is quite inspiring. After thirty years of revenge, the enemy was seriously ill and died, leaving only a useless and stupid son to be bullied. It's so miserable that even an enemy like you can't stand it.
That silly son was talking about the current Gaul government. Boyle Taha never thought that one day the country's general would need to be forcibly appointed by outsiders, otherwise no one would be willing to shoulder that responsibility.
If the Taha Gang were not still there and there were so many people who needed him, Boyle would have wanted to step out and save the country on his own.
"You can rest here first, and I will tell you to go to the ground when the time is right. Then you can do whatever you want." Marvolo Taha, who had a prosthetic eye implanted, glanced at David Martin cautiously.
Ness.
Seeing the prosthetic parts on the opponent's body made Marvolo's scalp numb. Maybe he had been locked up in District Thirteen for too long and didn't understand the situation outside, but the opponent's situation was a bit too exaggerated.
"Thank you, we will try not to cause you any trouble." Martinez nodded, knocked on the door frame, and the team members filed in. Rebecca just dragged the box and let it go. He smashed down the steps step by step.
"Rebecca, be careful, it is after all." Martinez glanced at Marvolo and did not say clearly what it was.
"They said this thing has a bulletproof shell and can be used as a bunker if necessary. Why are you worried?" Rebek pouted, but he still stretched out his arms, hugged the nuclear bomb, and waved it around. walked into the room.
Marvolo Taha's eyes couldn't help but be attracted to the small girl's large arm. That thing has adaptive structural changes when the hydraulic structure exerts force. It's really advanced.
"The situation above is very bad now. These areas are all no-man's land. I don't want to know where your mission target is, but you'd better not go to these areas. Those players have their own identification methods. Don't try to trick it." Marvolo Taha projected a map, and one-third of it was marked red, which meant that there were no civilians in the entire area.
When the damn Albireo war group was buying up people on a large scale, many small war groups in the special zone started human trafficking from their own area, and this industry continues to this day.
Other areas are actually not much better. In addition to the crimson area, there are also red, orange and other colors, which are all divided according to population density. However, considering that the Taha Gang's grasp of the surface conditions is not as good as before, It’s hard to say how accurate this information is.
It can only be said that most of the survivors are living in fear. They hide here and there during the day and can only sneak out when night falls to look for supplies to fill their stomachs.
David Martinez nodded. The prosthetic eye had already taken a picture of the entire map. Based on the city planning map provided by Mikkelsen before, a detailed three-dimensional map of Paris was being constructed in the auxiliary processor, allowing the entire map to be captured. The team avoided many detours.
When Marvolo Taha saw this, he directly left the map and left here.
His mission was just to bring this group of people in and send them safely to the special zone, and he didn't care about the rest.
David Martinez stayed there for three days. During this period, he never left the room, whether to eat or use the bathroom. They just kept an eye on the box, for fear of making any mistakes.
"Be prepared, there will be a window period in five minutes." Marvolo Taha appeared in front of them again: "You are very lucky. There is a player group that suddenly mobilized as a whole and left its station. That place is now a vacuum. area, you can move around there safely, just be careful not to encounter stray players."
"We have nothing to prepare. Is there anything else we need to pay attention to besides these?" Martinez stood up and held the nuclear bomb in one hand. In the past few days, it had been painted with watercolors by Rebecca. The whole body is not so conspicuous.
"It can be seen that you are all professionals and are already prepared to cause trouble for those beasts, so I have nothing to remind you." Marvolo Taha said with a smile: "If you encounter trouble and need help,
Just run underground, be it the sewers or subway stations, our lines extend in all directions, and we may be able to provide you with some help."
"Thank you." Martinez thanked him again, just like he said when he first arrived.
Marvolo Taha did not lie. The situation on the surface of Paris was very bad. Although they had made proper preparations before coming, Martinez and the others still found it difficult to imagine that this was once one of the most densely populated big cities in the world.
one.
There were only endless stretches of abandoned vehicles on the desolate street. The wind blew through cans that had been discarded at some point and rolled back and forth on the roadbed, making a sound that echoed from the street to the end of the street.
Martinez and the others came out of the underground wine cellar of a bar. Marvolo Taha said that this exit would be temporarily reserved as their emergency evacuation for twelve hours. After twelve hours, regardless of whether they could make it in time.
If you rush back, you will be blocked.
Then, as Martinez and the others actually stepped onto the surface of Paris, more detailed mission information was connected to their prosthetics.
They must first escort the nuclear bomb and place it in the marked area, which is an area of one square kilometer. The specific location can be changed according to the actual situation, but it must be concealed enough.
After disposing of the nuclear bomb, Martinez and the others will venture into the underground warehouse of the Louvre Museum. Although there are not many authentic artifacts there after the completion of New Paris, there are still two cultural relics that are still valuable for preservation, even though the emaciated camel is larger than the horse.
, they need to find it and bring it out completely.
The mission is paid for by division. After the nuclear bomb is installed, the cost of the prosthetic body on them will be settled. From then on, as long as the nuclear bomb remains in the specified area and is in a state of activation, they can settle a round of commission every eight hours.
And when Martinez and the others successfully handed over the cultural relics to the Taha Gang for safekeeping, everyone's surgery expenses were settled. Of course, the bulk of it was David Martinez's own surgery expenses to repair his burned nervous system.
It is a very time-consuming project.
"Pay by the hour! I like this payment method!" Rebecca bumped her iron fists together and made a sound of Duang! Duang! She stood on her head and walked a few steps with her fists. She turned over flexibly and looked through the window.
Scanning the streets outside, the matching detection plug-in quickly determined that there were no viable creatures within fifty meters of the surrounding area: "Let's set off now!"
Martinez glanced at Rifalco, the team member, who only smiled bitterly in the face of this situation and failed to offer any words of experience.
As a mercenary team, they have not been established for a long time, but they have experienced a lot. Since the previous generation of captain Mann led the team, in order to adapt to the constant influx of competitive pressure from superhuman beings, the coverage of prosthetic bodies of the team members has become increasingly high.
Coming higher and higher.
As a result, before they could recover, the players appeared again. They had fought against the players several times. In comparison, those things were actually just less afraid of death. Many high-impact medicine jars were implanted by themselves.
Cyberpsychosis, where the body goes crazy, is equally dangerous.
But the biggest difference between players is that when they are not crazy, they hide themselves well and there are many of them.
Now they have entered a city full of players. It feels like walking into a haunted mental hospital at night. You know clearly that there are monsters and monsters behind those doors, but you have to bite the bullet and find the key to open the exit.
"It seems we can't drive, Falco." Martinez glanced at the dead city, turned around and smiled bitterly.
"The target is too obvious. We'd better move away from the building. Your polymer cutting knife is still there." Falco nodded and started working.
"They use dirty bombs, we use clean nuclear bombs." Mikkelsen and Tangji walked together in the canteen at the Lost Mountain base. Compared to the lively scene before, the place is now a little deserted.
Although the electromagnetic interference force field generation device developed by the military itself can effectively prevent spatial positioning and prevent space movers such as Dimensional Gate and Wang Zhengdao from directly raiding a certain area, as the war expands and nuclear weapons gradually become the norm,
Mikkelsen still evacuated the research group at the Lost Mountain Base and split them into different research groups to prevent the industry from being too concentrated and being monopolized.
"By the way, you know the difference between dirty bombs and clean nuclear bombs, right?" Mikkelsen made a joke, but Tanguy didn't laugh.
"Don't be." Mikkelsen's voice was trembling. In order to create time for Tang Ji to study, nearly ten thousand people died on the battlefield every day around the world, and hundreds of billions of assets were burned to ashes every day.
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"Your joke isn't funny, but mine is." Tang Ji then smiled: "When you talk about dirty bombs and clean nuclear bombs, do you mean fission bombs and fusion bombs? Clean nuclear bombs in the traditional sense do not exist.
, all the fusion bombs we can make currently require the fission bomb itself to act as a nuclear trigger to detonate, and the fission process releases neutrons anyway, producing gamma rays that cause radioactive contamination."
After listening to Tanguy's "tirade", Mikkelsen took out a tree of life from his arms and slowly lit it. His heart was very complicated, but there must be a sense of accomplishment. He didn't say anything for a while, and just smoked quietly.
, and then continued to ask: "So what exactly is a nuclear explosion?"
"There are four basic forces in the universe, the strong force, the weak force, the electromagnetic force, and the universal gravitation. The strong force is the force inside the nucleus of matter. It is the force that combines protons and neutrons into atomic nuclei. The atomic nuclei are combined very tightly, and the atomic nuclei of matter are
If you forcibly split and become smaller, or forcibly combine and merge into a larger mass of atomic nuclei, you will lose mass." After thinking briefly, Tang Ji expressed the knowledge he had just learned: "According to the mass-energy equation, the lost mass will be
Transformed into a huge energy release, this is a nuclear explosion."
"You've already learned it!" Mikkelsen was so excited that he couldn't even smoke: "Then what are we waiting for? Give those nuclear bombs the magic power on you, Tang Ji, you don't want to kill him all at once
All players!"
"I still can't understand why the lost mass turns into energy." Tang Ji shook his head, and the sudden look on his face even made Mikkelsen think he saw Wu Qianying.
When he heard what he said, Mikkelsen went crazy, "Are you going to start from the mass-energy equation and see the four fundamental forces all the way to engage in theoretical physics?"
"It's almost over." Tang Ji comforted Mikkelsen and walked back to the laboratory, intending to continue reading.
Sorry, I didn't catch up with the update. Today is weird. I started typing at eight o'clock, and I finished writing the first two thousand words before ten o'clock.
Then I suddenly felt that the computer fan was very noisy. I was pretty sure that the sound was actually the same as before, but my attention was always drawn to it, and I would be worried that it would break or fly out.
In short, it’s all kinds of discomfort. To use a more vivid metaphor, it’s like holding an umbrella on a rainy and windy day. I’m always worried about the umbrella being blown over by the wind, and that feeling of heart palpitations. In short, I feel very bad.
