I am out of control, I don't have a pattern

Chapter 245 Special "Rum"

Six hundred and thirty thousand people died, what a tragic thing. But Boss Li was not sad at all. Instead, he felt like laughing.

It wasn't like he was doing the disinfection work while wearing the "Golden Cloth of the Aquarius Constellation". Even Zhu Bajie knew that he couldn't carry someone else's coffin into his own home and cry.

Boss Li only wanted to know the technical parameters of the two arsenal battleships.

Because this thing actually destroyed nearly 600 square kilometers with two rounds of salvos. Not to mention the power of the shells, the cannons on these two ships were not simple either.

The energy storage device inside is definitely advanced.

At the same time, this made Boss Li wonder if the "EU" technology existed, then the method that Britain used to blast a large lake in the desert with a kilogram of antimatter was also used in Osaka?

If so, it's a bit tricky.

Of course, it's just a little tricky, because the "Crab Gold Cloth" cannot be hit by existing public, semi-public and under-development technologies.

There are so many amazing things about a machine that can cross the Pacific Ocean at Mach 30, but Boss Li didn't think it was necessary to stage a real version of "Ten Thousand Enemies", so he didn't perform a Wushuang in the prayer hall of the "Omniscient and Omnipotent Mutual Aid Association".

If we really have to fire, no matter what artillery we use, it will be useless.

"Those are the test ships of the 'American Alliance' and the 'European Union'. One is called 'Mayflower' and the other is called 'Arthur'."

"What a stupid name."

"..."

"Where's the gun?"

"I don't know about the cannon, but the shells were provided by the Ministry of National Defense. They are a composite explosive based on all-nitrogen cationic salts. The initial code name seems to be 'N12', but I don't know if this batch is named after it. It's called 'N12' because it is twelve times more powerful than TNT."

Di Huaiying, who was mentally exhausted, was actually a little dazed. He didn't know what would happen tomorrow, but he knew he had to do something today, otherwise he would not feel better.

He should be thankful, because if it weren't for that madman Li Jie who was spying and broadcasting live via satellite, he would have been arrested and brought to a military court by now.

Don't ask why, there is no why.

With the help of this madman Li Jie, the situation can be slowed down. At least now the Ministry of National Defense, the Military Committee of the "US Alliance", or the "EU" War Rapid Response Decision-making Center must first collude on the confessions and then deal with tomorrow's wave of public opinion.

No, perhaps this wave has already begun.

Just like the "All-Japan General Strike" itself has already had an impact, but it has not achieved any results, and the organizations that organized strikes in various places do not have any unified and specific demands.

Now, the millions of people who have nothing to do during the "Japan-wide Strike" have all found their target.

Outside the walled gate of the public security department of the Wa Nu Central District, the crowd that came to protest in Heian-kyō was only twenty or thirty people at the beginning. Now, when Di Huaiying pulled aside the curtains on the fifth floor and looked outside, he saw a large black mass.

There were all kinds of slogans and banners, and young people with headscarves on their heads were yelling crazily; middle-aged unemployed uncles and aunts were preparing to perform a finger-cutting or hara-kiri, whatever, no matter how ruthless the job was; housewives who had not received their food stamps this week, in order to prevent their children from starving to death, gritted their teeth and came over to protest, waving their fists...

Judging from past career plans, a person like this could become prime minister, or at the very least a chancellor before the king. In any case, it would definitely not be a very bad position.

So, Baron Hunter was a very courageous man. He felt that the protesting crowd outside the peacekeeping force camp was indeed a bit noisy, so he planned to send out a tank company to drive directly through the crowd.

The more things stick to the tracks, the more they will be shoveled off.

It's a badge of courage.

If the adjutants from other countries hadn't thought it was too insane, the tanks would have been started ten minutes ago.

That's not some junk diesel engine, but a hybrid power baby. It doesn't need to be preheated, you just press a button and it goes. It's automatic, and has a wealth of assisted driving.

Otherwise, modern tanks really have no way to deal with power armor, which is too flexible. If the tank is not equipped with anti-armor smart missiles, it may not have the means to quickly counterattack.

Mainstream tank guns are becoming increasingly unable to suppress advanced power armor and individual exoskeletons.

It’s not that the barrel is not thick enough or the number of shells is not enough, it’s simply not flexible enough.

The addition of assisted driving and smart aiming is somewhat useless.

But, attacking low armor units... that's pretty cool.

"Listen Hunter, we need to divert the media. Air support will arrive from California in an hour."

"Are you going to drop a repelling bomb?"

"No, the details will be explained in the instruction manual later."

"Ok."

In the peacekeeping force camp, each member state has its own encrypted communications. Except for normal commands which are shared through public channels, the rest are handled by each member state on their own.

In the past many years, the peacekeeping forces have not really done anything. After all, the Japanese Central District has always been a model non-hotspot area and very peaceful.

This time is different.

Either they explode in silence or they become perverted in silence. It is obvious that the operation of killing 630,000 people in one breath has aroused all the survival instincts of human beings.

Of course, the fear of a large number of people... was also aroused.

There is rationality in the contradiction.

Then Baron Hunter received a gift from his cousin in California, a shipment of rum delivered by transport helicopter, or so the quartermaster registered.

Not all items were counted when they were put into the warehouse. Two boxes of top-quality goods were sent to the room of Baron Hunter, who was also Commander Hunter.

I don’t know why, but the atmosphere was very good that night and everyone agreed to fight for peace together the next day.

The same thing happened to Baron Hunter, except that he opened the instruction manual during the day and found that the high-end rum box in his room was filled with two mutated versions of "ZZ-01", giant mutated spiders created by the Yang and Grant families.

Here their code name is "Little Spider", one male and one female, two in total.

Unlike the "ZZ-1488" exposed on Highway 01, the mutated version of "Little Spider" is connected to an intelligent neural signal processing device. This device is not intended to control the mutated biological weapons, but to extend the behavioral habits to the second generation of naturally bred biological weapons.

In short, this is an artificially bred little cutie, like an accelerated domesticated version of a dog.

It's just that they can easily eat dogs and humans who like dogs.

“I really don’t understand why so many people are being organized to protest here.”

Hunter took a sip of rum and felt that the taste was not very good. From his vantage point, he could see that the protesters outside the camp had set up tents, and there were various electric vehicles to provide lighting and power.

"These stupid guys, what is the price?"

He casually entered the password, and after a command was issued, the two boxes were opened. Then Hunter quickly entered the instructions according to the command list.

With the help of intelligent neural signal processing devices, this pair of "little spiders" are as smart as dolphins or killer whales. In the cover of night, they quickly and quietly dug a deep pit on the inside of a wall with their claws.

Unlike their counterparts in the experimental base in Texas, they were artificially fitted with metal exoskeletons, which provided an additional layer of protection for the already reinforced exoskeletons.

But that's not the point. The point is that their ability to tolerate low oxygen is clearly far ahead of their counterparts in Texas.

Soon, caves appeared on both sides of the wall, but the caves on the inside of the wall were covered by piles of earth, which made it look like bees had blocked the caves with beeswax.

At two o'clock in the morning, bonfires were seen everywhere in the protest camps. People who couldn't sleep were keeping vigil. Some were irritable, some were excited, and some were anxious...

Tents, sleeping bags, RVs and various modified vehicles that can be used for sleeping are gathered here in a large area. The whole place seems quiet, with occasional crackling sounds, which are the burning wood in abandoned oil drums.

There were occasional rustling sounds, but most of them were passionate men and women taking the opportunity to vent in a secluded corner.

Even if two spiders the size of puppies flashed by, no one would notice that they were spiders.

On the inner side of a bush beside a road, there were several tents temporarily built. One of the spiders cut a hole in a tent with its blade-like claws, and then drilled into it. Without any unnecessary movements, it aimed at the neck, jumped up and pounced, then quickly injected a nerve-paralyzing toxin. The person was killed instantly in his sleep, and had no time to react at all.

Sigh~~~
As the two fangs rubbed against each other, a sound similar to that of a katydid was made. Then another spider came in and they spun silk together to wrap the head of the corpse tightly. Then a large amount of digestive fluid was secreted and digestion began from the head of the corpse.

There wasn't much blood gushing out, perhaps because they had special hemocoagulant toxin sacs.

The larger female spider began to coil continuously, which was undoubtedly a sign of preparing to build a nest and hatch eggs.

The smaller male spider, after sticking close to the female spider, quickly got out and used the same method to cut a hole in the layer of another tent...

Four hours passed and it was six o'clock in the morning. The heavy fog that had appeared last night was obviously not going to dissipate for a while.

In a small area of ​​bushes beside the road, the dew was so dense that it seemed to have submerged the entire grove.

Only when you get closer, you will find that those dense dewdrops are actually hanging on a strange organic film.

This organic film feels very strange to the touch, elastic, sticky and tough...it feels like a reinforced spider silk.

"Yamamoto, Yamamoto, hey, it's already six o'clock, why aren't you up yet? The rice shop owner on the commercial street has brought breakfast. Hey, Yamamoto, you are so absent even when protesting such an important matter?"

"Don't worry about Yamamoto, just go get the banner, Hayata."

"Come here."

Hayata was about to leave, but turned around and shouted towards the grove, "Hey, Yamamoto, I have to go do something first. You bastard..."

Cursing, Hayata shook his head and headed for the protest gathering point, completely unaware that the entire grove was suddenly filled with very rapid and intensive sounds due to the crazy dripping of dewdrops just now.

(End of this chapter)