Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

The Kazdel "Foxhound" police SUV costs around 1200 million LMD, enough for the police chief to forge a pure gold club to smash the heads of those two negligent rookies.

If one possesses Originium Arts, this device is equipped with a pulse wave neural scanner, which can directly transmit information about the terrain and even active targets within buildings within a range of approximately 200 meters around the vehicle to the co-pilot's nervous system, making it a helpful tool for assaults, patrols, and nighttime operations.

The vehicle is spacious and equipped with a folding bed, a complete set of synthetic jade enhancement communication system, two on-board charging platforms and four drones, as well as essential Originium chaff, folding spike strips and command terminals for highway patrol.

Even without Originium Arts users, its two tower-type engines, combined with six high-strength off-road tires and an intelligent chassis adjuster, can achieve astonishing speeds on any terrain.

Such an excellent configuration, coupled with the pessimistic reality of a small armory on top, made everyone in the police station look as if they had lost their mothers when they heard the news, especially since this thing had just been upgraded and had light armor protection added.

Originally intended as a mobile command vehicle and operational base for the newly formed special security team to handle serious crimes and treacherous cases involving mercenaries crossing borders, this has now turned into a real disaster.

"Notify the garrison." The sheriff forcefully stubbed out his cigarette. "You two can prepare to spend the rest of your lives in jail for dereliction of duty." Why steal this one out of so many cars in the parking lot?

"Also, have the equipment department replace all my locks with the new biometric authentication locks!" They should have been replaced a long time ago, but the budget wasn't enough, so we planned to replace them in the second half of the year. But we didn't expect that a problem would arise at this critical juncture.

Meanwhile, in the desert, "No, this system and equipment are not responding at all. Either there is some kind of verification lock, or we are missing something." Shuanghua spent a whole day trying to open more than half of the devices in the car but failed.

The screen-like metal plates remained unchanged, and there was no way to open them. The same was true for the research drones; they were completely motionless, and the control terminals did not respond to her commands.

Alexander found something usable. "Guys, you should take a look at this!" Alexander forcefully pried open the barrel of the rifle, pulled out the high-energy battery, and then put it back. "An electromagnetically driven weapon. I don't know what kind of battery they use, but that means this gun..."

"Electromagnetic rifle? Are all the cops here so heavily armed?" On Earth, this kind of weapon is still in the laboratory, but here, it's clearly mass-produced. This rifle shows more signs of use than Alexander's DP-2.

“Then, I’m not used to these fancy new things.” Chariot didn’t quite trust these new equipment that he didn’t understand. He trusted the old weapons from World War II and the Cold War more. In comparison, Ash was more accepting of them.

On the desert highway, the Foxhound SUV sped along the road. At first, the team was not used to this vehicle that they did not understand at all, but after getting used to it, they found that it was really good. It was quiet, durable, and did not need to be charged after traveling such a long distance. The air conditioning in the car was also very considerate.

“If I could go back to Earth, I would declare this car my second favorite,” Blitzkrieg laughed. No German could resist such a sophisticated, quiet, and durable vehicle.

"So what's your favorite thing?"

"It's... a tank!"

"Tanks?" Shuanghua was taken aback for a moment, then realized that he didn't mean he liked tanks, but rather...

"Holy Mary!" Alexander, sitting at the back of the car, rolled down the window, glanced at it, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Not far from the Foxhound, a thing that looked like a tank was charging towards it at 60 kilometers per hour. Perhaps because of the incredibly expensive vehicle, it didn't fire, but the sheer size of this steel monster charging towards it was enough to make anyone's breathless.

"Are their tanks' overhaul hours infinite?" Tanks aren't good at this kind of pursuit. It's acceptable for the local police to drive supercars to chase them, but to drive tanks? Isn't that going too far with their martial spirit?

"Shouldn't they be driving supercars?"

"Maybe they're just used to driving Porsche's supercars..."

"Would you Russians do such a thing?"

“No, we’ll choose the doe,” Alexander said, still in the mood to make such a joke at this moment.

"Armored vehicles are chasing us from the left." Standard wheeled armored vehicles kicked up clouds of dust across the desert, preparing to encircle us.

"Hold on tight, we're about to accelerate!" Blitz pushed the power lever to its maximum, and the Foxhound's speed increased continuously, gradually widening the distance between it and the pursuers behind it.

"Target attempting to escape, communication warning unanswered, authorized to fire!" The main gun of the Warhammer light tank slowly turned around. The ammunition fired by this Victoria-style electromagnetic piercer main gun has relatively low destructive power, but it is quite good for attacking the target's running gear.

"Bang!" "Boom!" A line of fire swept past, and the sand dune in front of the vehicle exploded with a deafening roar. Fragments of metal rods clattered against the bulletproof glass and armored shell.

"Suka!" Alexander rolled around inside the tank. This was only the second time in his life he had been hit by a tank. When was the first time? It was during training with the Alpha team!

"Good news, they're using some kind of armor-piercing round; bad news, they're using an electromagnetic cannon!" Blitzkrieg jerked the steering wheel, and another burst of metal exploded behind him. The weapon station of the armored vehicle not far away also opened fire.

"Even worse news, they also have some kind of directed energy weapon, an ion cannon or a laser!?" That golden-red beam looked like some kind of science fiction equipment, but it seemed to have very poor accuracy at long range.

"What kind of hell is this place? Why would the army be mobilized for car theft?!" R6 squad couldn't understand the pressure exerted by the Terran law enforcement.

Especially for law enforcement and patrol departments in the wild, because the bandits and mercenary groups you encounter might even bring you land-based destroyers abandoned during the last war, whose firepower is actually rather weak.

Both sides have abundant heavy firepower and heavy armor, so when the security department has a problem, they will call the garrison. When the garrison encounters such a situation, it usually directly dispatches armored squads to carry out the mission. If they cannot take it down, bombers and Odin squads will arrive soon.

Clearly, R6's firepower and equipment were not up to par for this treatment. Otherwise, they would have been even more horrified. What the hell, heavy bombers and mountain-sized super-heavy tanks chasing after a fugitive? They would have thought they had trespassed into some military restricted area or stumbled into a battlefield.

In fact, if their teleportation location were in Kazimierz, they would even see that the anti-bandit operation, which involved actual land-based warship battles, had too much technology and equipment discarded or lost, and turned into equipment for bandits and defeated soldiers who had become bandits.

Even though Blitzkrieg used all his skills, he could not escape the pursuit, especially after he, who was completely unfamiliar with the area, entered the daily patrol and training area of ​​a nearby Abaddon-class aircraft carrier under the deliberate pressure and inducement of his pursuers.

Faced with a land-based aircraft carrier advancing like a steel dragon on the ground and carrying out a carrier-based aircraft launch procedure, any rational Earthling would realize that stopping immediately and surrendering is the only way out. Even if the enemy is not launching carrier-based aircraft for them, those 130mm caliber multi-barrel close-in weapon systems are not something a decent person would try to break through.

"Wow, you four can run pretty fast!" The four regretful people squatted down beside the car with their hands on their heads, looking utterly frustrated.

"Don't you guys know the way? Why are you heading straight into the restricted area?" They almost ran into the New Kazdel Space Research and Development Center, a restricted area. Luckily, they didn't know the way and crashed into the Abaddon-class aircraft carrier.

"Where are you all rushing off to?" No matter who it is, if they are woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night and have spent almost the entire day in an uncomfortable light tank, and still can't fire and blow up the enemy, they won't be in a good mood.

"..." The four R6 members also looked grim. They didn't dare to write this experience in their reports when they got back—they were arrested by the police as soon as they landed, then escaped from prison, stole a car, and ran for a day before being intercepted by an aircraft carrier battle group—their resumes would be quite impressive: confronting a nuclear-powered supercarrier single-handedly.

Well, judging from its size and weight, everyone assumes it's nuclear-powered. If it's not nuclear-powered, it's unimaginable what kind of energy could make this thing move.

"Let's go. This time, you'll enjoy high-standard treatment." Faced with several electromagnetic rifles and tank cannons, the four men chose to follow their hearts.

The Abaddon lowered its grappling hook and hoisted the captured Foxhounds onto the deck, along with two tanks whose engines were nearly destroyed, for repairs and inspections. As for the four men, this was the first time in their lives that they had lived in a land-based aircraft carrier's... prison.

"Bio-verification lock, what a high standard of treatment." This time, Shuanghua didn't keep the barbed wire because several burly Sarkaz female soldiers stripped her and Ash almost naked and searched them thoroughly, not even sparing their anuses and teeth. It was completely impossible to hide any "little tools".

Even if they were kept, it wouldn't be of any use, because the aircraft carrier would naturally use a more effective... biometric lock, the kind that unlocks by scanning the target's neural source stone to sense information, and the four people obviously don't have neural source stone particles, so even if they had the key, they couldn't open the lock.

"That's true, but I think this ship is really amazing." Alexander said that he hadn't seen such "Soviet-style" equipment in a long time. It's a combination of exquisite and rugged, a product of the interplay between savagery and civilization. The whole thing and every detail is like a work of art, yet it has a terrifying feel of a savage behemoth.

This combination of crudeness and meticulousness is very much in line with Mao Zedong's style. It would be even more so if there weren't so many incomprehensible electronic devices inside.

"I'm actually more concerned about our fate and our mission," Ash said, adding that the mission had been fraught with problems from the very beginning and had now completely exceeded her professional skills—no Earth security agency would teach an agent how to single-handedly confront a super-heavy nuclear-powered aircraft carrier and its entire escort fleet.

Even in the 007 movies, no James would dare to utter such fanciful dreams, let alone the fact that the aircraft carrier here seems to be more technologically advanced than those on Earth.

"What awaits us is most likely interrogation, and whether we are executed afterward depends on the level of secrecy of the vehicle we saw." The four of them were a little dejected, not because they lacked the courage and perseverance of special agents, but because the current situation was truly beyond their ability to resolve with their training, skills, and a little courage.

"What? You caught four car thieves who claimed to be from Earth?" When Lao Xia received this news, he was stunned. His first reaction was whether these people were lying.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Fellow Villagers Meet

Chapter 37

Ash and the other three had received professional training in resisting interrogation. No matter if it was torture, truth serum, or any other interrogation method, it would be impossible to get them to confess, let alone betray their duties. However, they never expected that the people here had no intention of conducting a proper interrogation.

"This is Dr. Warfarin's second favorite device. Trust our biotechnology; removing your heads and finding out what's inside isn't difficult," the young doctor said happily, pointing to the cubes floating in the blood. "These are processed brain chips. Aren't they amazing?"

Once they were certain the other party wasn't lying, the four men's expressions gradually turned green; this "interrogation" was indeed beyond what they had been trained for.

"Don't you like it? Then we also have neural connectors, brain chip implants, and memory reading devices developed by the Rosemary Project. They can not only read memories but also write new memories. Generally speaking, Boss Xia wouldn't let us use this equipment casually, but if you really still don't say a word..."

To be honest, Shuanghua wanted to say that they were bluffing, but the equipment in front of her did not seem fake, and the biological tissue inside did look very impressive after the protective plate was opened.

"To be honest, we rarely receive prisoners who need to be interrogated. Really, Kazdal's laws are quite lenient in this regard, so we've never encountered such a stubborn person before."

This was indeed meant to scare them, but the devices were functional; it's just that the specific parameters weren't suitable for interrogation. In a resistant state, they could easily burn out the test subject's nervous system.

As for the memory neural reading device and related surgery, only Boss Xia can do it personally; he doesn't have that much time. It must be said that this intimidation was very effective. While it didn't exactly spill the beans, at least some non-classified information about its origins was genuinely revealed.

The ship trembled slightly as its tracks rolled over the gravel and pebbles of the wilderness. In the distance, the massive group's development base gradually came into view. After several hours of tedious procedures, the Abaddon-class ship docked in the port.

"The ship has stopped. What do you think they'll do to us?" The shaking of the ship had stopped, meaning it had come to a halt. "There are only two outcomes: they won't believe us and will conduct further interrogation, like what they say about memory reading," Ash said calmly, hugging his knees. "The second is that they believe us. What do you think they'll do to a group of aliens?"

“Lock us up in a secret experimental facility, and then, just like the first possibility, try all the interrogation methods on us.”

“They might also be used as experimental monkeys. How you Americans treat those people from the Middle East and Eastern Europe is how they might treat us.” Alexander seemed the calmest, probably because he had experienced so much.

“For the first time, I sincerely hope I don’t have to deal with a group of Americans. By the way, I’m Israeli, thank you.” Ash waved her hand. Although she was an American citizen in a sense, she was Israeli.

“To me, you are no different,” Alexander said. “And I believe that to them, there is no difference either. In contrast, I am more curious as to why they call me an ‘Ursus’ person? Is there a Rus’ state here? Or do we actually have a corresponding ethnic group in the local area?”

"Actually, I wanted to mention this before. The language these people speak is very similar to that on Earth, almost exactly the same, except for the accent. It sounds like Russian with a very strong accent." Each member of the R6 team is proficient in multiple languages, and Russian is obviously one of them, so understanding the locals is not difficult.

"If they've encountered Earthlings before, then our fate will be better." At least we won't be dissected like some rare and exotic beast, since there are two male and two female samples here, right?

If it's a unique specimen, there's no need to worry about it being dissected. However, since there are two pairs of specimens that can reproduce, it's perfectly normal to dissect one pair or force the reproduction of more pairs before dissecting it.

"Bang! Bang!" The guard pounded on the door. "You four, come out here! The boss wants to see you!"

Faced with several electromagnetic blasters and large shields, it's quite normal that the four unarmed men didn't choose to fight back. Movies purely highlight individual heroism, but in reality, there are neither warships that can be destroyed by a single piece of C4, nor large groups of heavily armed guards that can be KO'd with bare hands.

In reality, those who actually believe in Hollywood's methods will most likely end up being shot dead by an electromagnetic blaster. Besides, these horned people who look like demons are also very burly, so in close combat, they really don't have much of a chance of success.

"Electric exoskeletons, their technology is really advanced." These elite guards were all wearing exoskeletons and armor, looking like moving iron men. Given such a disparity in strength and combat power, no one would want to engage in violent confrontation.

The four were led through a passageway and took a quick tour of the bustling Abaddon-class hangar, where the massive delta-wing bombers were awe-inspiring. They then entered the mountain-like base facilities via a pier large enough for six-wheeled trucks to pass through. The monstrous structures made of carbon materials and high-strength alloys that they saw everywhere astonished the four Earthlings.

Next, we wandered around the complex, maze-like facility until we were finally led into a room that looked like an ordinary office. There was already someone there, holding a stack of papers and seemingly studying something.

Levi looked up when he heard the door open, adjusted his glasses, and said, "So the four of you were captured too? You're like persistent scoundrels."

"You stole a police car too?" Blitz asked the probing question, surprised that his target had also been arrested by the locals. This was troublesome.

"..." Levi decided to ignore this guy. His current silly appearance was 100% acting, an act for the possible behind-the-scenes observers. In fact, the four of them had been in acting mode ever since they were captured.

This series of seemingly foolish actions is a performance designed to reduce the hostility and vigilance of potential observers. It is also a test; if Levy were to strike up a conversation, these experts, trained in professional interrogation, would definitely make themselves say things they shouldn't to test the locals' patience and tolerance.

Pretending and lying are instinctive for these people, so if Levy were to exchange even a single word with them, he would be wasting his time and energy.

Honestly, back in the lab, I didn't even bother talking to these people. Just like Dr. Xia said, if we had just thrown the bomb, those four people and their companions would have been vaporized long ago.

After a while, a few people came in through another door. Leading them was a young man who looked to be no more than thirty years old, followed by two girls who were about teenagers. One of them had a pair of long, frosty white ears that caught Flash's eye.

If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, he would have really wanted to whistle at this real bunny girl. She had a delicate face, a shapely figure, and a pair of long legs that were particularly eye-catching. In particular, the pointer-like object she was holding and her cold beauty aura created a unique sense of excitement.

If this weren't in an interrogation room, but in one of his usual bars, a whole bunch of perverts would be whistling and chanting "Queen, trample on us!"

The other girl looked simple and unassuming. Her long, slightly wavy, honey-gold hair was draped behind her and tied into a fishtail braid. She wore a pair of non-prescription glasses and had a gentle, intellectual beauty.

However, Ash and Frostflower exchanged a glance. The girl's clothes and attire were far superior to those of the tall bunny next to her. They looked simple but were actually exquisite handmade custom-made garments that perfectly matched her temperament. This indicated that she came from a wealthy and noble family and that she had an extraordinary status.

The bunny next to her was also unusual. Her clothes might not be expensive handmade, but everyone could tell that her white outfit with black cloak-like details was perfect for outdoor activities and was a standard outfit that combined combat and outdoor activities.

Don't ask Shuanghua and the others why they know so much about clothing. For those in their line of work, disguise and surveillance are commonplace. Skilled dressing up and recognizing someone's identity through their attire are basic skills; otherwise, this job is impossible to do.

"Her eyes remind me of a blue hat," Alexander muttered, and his companions' expressions became even more simple and ordinary, clearly their acting was already at its peak.

"Hello, gentlemen... self-proclaimed fellow Earthlings," Old Xia raised his hand in greeting, "I am Xia Lin, an Alpha Cetus."

"..." What kind of lame joke is this? The four of them almost broke down because of this opening. Through the guards' conversation, they knew that they were on a planet called Terra and belonged to aliens. But now, another man who claimed to be an alien had arrived.

Although Lao Xia was indeed not joking, he really was an Alpha Cetus, "He said he was a CCCP person from the 20th century, you four wouldn't be one too, would you?"

Old Xia's gaze swept over Alexander's face. Since both Alexander and Levi were Rus', Old Xia had had plenty of opportunities to obtain their somatic cell samples for testing before, so he was quite certain of this.

"A German, a Jew, a Russian, and another one... a fellow Chinese, what a strange combination."

“Actually, I’m Canadian, that’s my nationality.” Shuanghua raised her hand and said. She is a Canadian of Chinese descent, skilled in wilderness survival and hunting. Her real name is Tina Lian Zeng, so you can also call her Zeng Lian.