"Since there is no need to find that Mo Li, let's leave now."
Shen Angu proposed to leave again.
"Wait a minute. It's really no small matter that the battlefront can achieve a reversal against the aliens. I think everyone must have been greatly shocked after learning this."
Guo Jiu said while filling the micro-shaped medical unit into the cavity in Deng Xingde's waist where the infection had been removed.
"So it may take a lot of time to collect important research materials related to reversal technology, such as data, samples, instruments, etc. To prevent changes, I will follow the original arrangement and deal with the high-risk injured first. .Otherwise, once the front counterattacks, their lives may be in danger."
Shen Angu admitted that he was right.
Xi Ziyu rubbed her hands nervously beside her: "I think so too. It's really hard work, Yanshi Guo."
Guo Jiu devoted himself to the great cause of saving lives and healing the wounded.
"Hurry up, Yan Yue. The reversal technology must be related to the truth of the digitized world. The most critical information must have been destroyed by insiders of the Weiheng Society." He urged, "So I will reverse the technology later." When conducting an investigation, facing the destroyed data, if you want to get further results, you cannot bypass that core space. If you delay it at that time, it will appear too deliberate and it will easily make them suspicious."
Yan Yue said: "It will be fine soon."
The Cold Hand Base is located in the vast no-man's land on the northern edge of the continental mass. Not far from Exit B3 is a wasteland covered with sparse vegetation.
This wasteland is usually used for some weapons experiments, but at this time it is designated as a tearing point in the space channel.
The huge machinery moved, making rumbling sounds from time to time, and a simple defense was built near the exit of the base.
With the installation of the last composite barrier, the projection screen that calculates spatial coordinates inside the base has finally been fixed to a certain range, which is already the limit that can be deduced backwards.
The precision warriors led by Fang Wenhao were ready to go and were waiting at the defense fortifications. Inside the base, near the entrance, were waiting for a team of experts who were as fully armed as the soldiers and carried a lot of additional scientific research tools and sample collection boxes.
"let's start."
Yan Yue walked through the base corridor with a cold metallic style and came to Experimental Site No. 810. He then walked past the rows of imitating Kirken ship space channel operation machinery units that were too complex and bulky, and finally entered the installation room. Control room with triple explosion-proof barrier.
The operation desk is larger than a conference table, and above it is a huge projection screen, showing the scene of the tearing point of the wasteland in real time.
When the experts surrounding the operating table saw him approaching, they all turned sideways, with expectant and excited eyes in their eyes.
Yan Yue sat at the empty seat left for him, tapped the keyboard, and output a coordinate value selected from the range.
The densely populated indicator lights on the console flashed actively, and from time to time, mechanical components reported their operating status and sounded prompts.
"Component 17 failed."
A middle-aged man grabbed a repair tool scattered on his workbench and rushed over. After a moment, he waved his gloves that were black due to oil stains and shouted: "It has been ruled out!"
Yan Yue started the space channel opening program again.
The self-checking system reports that the mechanical unit is operating well.
A cold female voice sounded in the control room, announcing the countdown to the time when space would be torn apart.
"...Four, three, two, one!"
After the broadcast ended, there was movement in the wasteland.
At first, the grass on the ground was swaying irregularly, a gust of wind blew out of nowhere. The wind became stronger and stronger, and became more and more violent. Sand, dust and even light gravel were thrown into the air, and the vision was chaotic and dim.
, and even a lot of sand was rolled up higher and higher, hitting the drone's camera lens.
Immediately afterwards, the grass and trees were uprooted, and cracks were revealed in the wasteland. Pieces of ground surface of different sizes were lifted by the airflow one after another, spinning in the air and further broken. Those that were barely intact into pieces also had endless fine sand like flowing waterfalls.
It generally flows down from cracks at the edge of the earth's surface.
At this time, colorful light and shadow blocks began to form, and the speed of the suspended objects shuttled in and out of the light and shadow blocks, forming a magnificent and magical scene.
Finally, a bright light appeared. The light changed from point to surface, and finally stabilized into an arc-shaped light curtain with an irregular and nearly circular shape.
The core space of the alien front.
The chairman sat in the luxurious seating area and took a cup of tea with rich aroma and moderate temperature from the hand of the beautiful mechanical waitress.
He sipped slowly. Halfway through the cup of tea, the huge phantom ball suddenly changed, and the curved surface on one side began to fluctuate violently.
"Are they here?" The man with sharp eyebrows looked forward to it.
"No!" the person next to him said hurriedly, rushing towards the phantom ball, "This kind of fluctuation... is suspected of space tearing, this area is... Qingyang District!"
"What?!"
The old man's expression suddenly changed, and the cup in his hand shattered with a bang.
It was not that he had not considered that the enemy might invade other space areas through the remaining secret routes, so he had already prepared a hand in these routes. However, he did not expect that such a thing would happen. It was so unexpected that all previous arrangements were cancelled.
Qingyang District is a residential area, belonging to the Rear Area, and there are many family members of high-level people in it.
There was almost a buzzing in his head.
"Go and save!" he ordered. At this time, he had no time to care about the casualties suffered by the alien soldiers when they encountered the Mechanical Warriors. "Quickly, contact the military region and provide rescue immediately!"
Cold hand base.
"Mr. Yan, is this normal?" a female scientist asked, her tone uneasy but unable to conceal her excitement.
"Normal." Yan Yue had torn apart a space channel in Yemang Mountain in the past, and the abnormalities he was seeing now corresponded to those at that time.
A burst of cheers erupted in the control room, applauding the people who had worked hard to tear apart the space, stood up, and then hugged each other.
"It's not too early to be happy," Yan Yue said, "We don't know where it can lead yet."
"I'll go take a look." Fang Wenhao's voice rang through the communicator.
His figure appears in the picture, moves towards the light surface, and disappears from it.
The control room that was noisy just now fell silent for a moment.
However, the anxious tension did not last long, and Fang Wenhao quickly returned from it.
"The nearby area should be a residential area, with many semi-foreign activities. In addition, no friendly targets have been contacted."
He reported quite concisely, and the largest amount of information was simultaneously uploaded to the network. In the air of the control room, a three-dimensional projection of the terrain and buildings was instantly formed, covering the maximum range that the detection system mounted on Fang Wenhao could survey.
"I just released the electronic bee to further explore the area. More information will be available the next time I enter. Mr. Yan, what do you think we should do next?"
"Our goal is to move back a complete shipping cabin." Yan Yue said, "As for the specific tactical arrangements, I won't go into details. You guys know much better than me."
"No problem." Fang Wenhao readily agreed, "Leave it to us."
He led a team of mechanical warriors to the White Light Curtain. The team was fast and silent, because data transmission was more efficient than verbal communication.
"What about us?" The old expert who looked like a primary school student asked eagerly.
"We don't need to join in the excitement," Yan Yue said. "After deciphering the precise coordinates, we can just go directly to the experimental area."