death of hope

Chapter 996 "Psionic Storm" (70) Killing Machine

"Korchagin Zh1, please answer!" the crowd shouted anxiously.

"Alive."

Paul said casually, "Don't come up yet, wait a bit longer."

The group remained hidden behind cover, hesitant to make any rash moves. Only after the smoke cleared and no new enemies appeared did they slightly lower their guard.

Taking turns providing cover, they climbed the ladder to the top of the huge empty hazardous chemical tank, only to be stunned by what they saw:
"Oh my god..."

"Good guy..."

The intensity of the battle that just took place was obvious;
The top of the canister was littered with spent cartridge cases, twisted and shattered bullet heads, splattered blood and biochemical electrolyte, a smoking electromagnetic pulse grenade, and the tactical shield was deformed and unusable.
The shield's surface was densely covered with ninja stars and shuriken, and a sharp samurai sword had slashed halfway into it, the blade wedged into the shield.

Despite the pain, Pavel Korchagin pulled the wakizashi (samurai short sword) that had pierced his shoulder and threw it to the ground with a clang.
"Good knife, wrap it up and take it with you later."

·
Before Paul lay the urban legend that struck fear into the hearts of the citizens of Neo-Sapporo, the ghost of the abandoned factory.

It lay motionless on the cold, hazardous chemical container, seemingly dead.

"I never thought the urban legend was true!" Paul remarked.

"Pavlusha!"

Tonya was heartbroken and used military-grade L-shaped scissors to cut open Paul's shirt.
The wound pierced by the blade was bleeding, but fortunately no major blood vessels were damaged;
"Thankfully, the blood loss isn't too great." Takiya Rimi came over to help.

The commune had limited medical resources, and its combat members were mostly veterans of trench warfare and guerrilla warfare. They were all self-taught and knew some military medical skills. The two women worked together to apply pressure with cotton gauze soaked in iodine to disinfect and stop the bleeding.

"Uh oh no... I forgot my painkillers..."

"It doesn't matter, just give it to me directly."

I'm so sorry...

"bring it on."

Paul tilted his head, watching the stapler-sized sewing machine tighten the wound by nailing pieces of skin to both ends.
The entire suturing process was completed without a tremor or a sound; an ordinary person would have cried out in pain.

"Ouch...it looks painful..." Ando clicked his tongue.

"This is a raw stitch... "

Everyone felt admiration, and Nikolai nodded silently, thinking to himself;

(You really can't judge a book by its cover. He has a pretty, boyish face, but he's a tough guy.)

If this kid hadn't stepped up and fought so bravely, we'd all probably be dead here today...

Now I understand why all the base areas are pushing this young man to be the future leader... He's too charismatic... He is the future of the commune...
"Why are you all looking at me?" Paul felt everyone's gaze and looked up at the factory roof, where smoke was billowing from the large holes blasted by rocket launchers and rifle grenades.

"We've made too much of a commotion. The cops are definitely on their way. Wrap this monster in a canvas, carry it away, and get ready to leave."

·
The group, weary from their journey, drove around the suburbs until they were sure they were no longer being followed, before heading back into the city to their branch headquarters. They hung up a sign that read "Temporarily Closed" and pulled down the shutters.

The laundry's basement was large and used for equipment storage and maintenance. The group struggled to squeeze through the stairs, carrying the canvas, and shouted slogans in unison: "1...2...3..." They worked together to swing the canvas to the work platform.

"Phew... This is so damn heavy..." Sergei squatted down, panting heavily.

"Hey bearded guy, drink less and work down that beer belly, then you won't be panting anymore." "Bullshit, you won't stop panting until you're dead."

"Haha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

“Stop fooling around,” Paul said, pressing closer to the monster’s body to examine it closely.

"I've seen plenty of cyborgs, but I've never seen anything like this... such exquisite craftsmanship..."

“It is indeed a rare item,” Donya said, putting on her protective goggles and carefully brushing away the dirt from the surface.
"This is a cyborg ninja cyborg, half-mechanical and half-biological. It has nuclear energy markings, is powered by a miniature reactor, and has almost unlimited endurance."

"It's just a slightly more high-end QQ doll," Dmitri laughed. "Which company made it?"

"Look at this, pink petals, the logo of Sakura Corporation, no serial number, not a mass-produced model, probably a prototype of a secret project."

"Used to deal with us?"

"I don't think so. We were just unlucky to run into it. Using this thing against us is making a mountain out of a molehill."

"The company's ambition is to replace the Federation and become the master of the Terran people."

·
"Do you have WD40?" Donya asked.

"Of course, that thing is a panacea for industry!"

Rimi Takiya retrieved a bunch of chemical cleaning agents from the storeroom and helped Tonya clean the monster's surface.
"Shrapnel, scorch marks—this monster has suffered severe damage: blast fragments, scorching flames, severely damaged limbs, serious electrical leakage, leaking lubricant from joint hinges, and numerous severed artificial tendons..."

"what do you mean?"

Paul frowned slightly: "When it fought me, it had already lost more than half of its functions?"

"It's estimated to be less than 10%,"

As she spoke, Donya used tweezers to pick out a piece of the charred wire sheath.

"Unimaginable...horrible..."

Nikolai felt a chill run down his spine: "How strong must this thing be when it's intact..."

"If we face it at full strength... let alone the few of us, even a full battalion of Federation light infantry would be easy prey."

"what!?"

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

"I'm being conservative. Without heavy weapons, even a full brigade might not be able to handle it..."

Donya used tweezers to peel back a piece of the charred bio-engineered skin, revealing the exquisitely crafted mechanical structure beneath. As an engineer, her excitement was palpable.
"Self-healing shape memory alloy bones, biochips, bionic muscle bundles, bionic joints... each of these is a cutting-edge technological product that is not yet widely used."

Putting everything else aside, even in the field of materials science, the latest Starship Enterprise doesn't use steel of this quality... Every single screw is an industrial marvel...

This monster... it's practically a university...

"Bringing it back to our base will please the teachers; it will greatly benefit our organization's equipment development..."