Arknights, but the family has fallen again

The Earth Spirit weakly took off the Dream Instrument and answered irrelevantly, "I don't understand how he can complete so many tasks at the same time."

Neither business nor team combat command is the biggest drain on Otto's brainpower nowadays.

Core city.

W's team had been making a big fuss here for a long time. With a loud bang, the direction of the core city shifted slightly.

However, within the vast trajectory of the moving massif, this slight deviation was enough to cause Longmen to miss the core of the city. A severe shortage of technical personnel also forced Black Snake to divert part of the group army... and some Reunion thugs, to participate in the recalibration of the core city.

But after all, this is a whole plot of people.

Looking at the endless stream of pursuers behind them, several Sarkaz mercenaries asked: "Boss, why did you bring us to this place?"

“Waiting for the bird to poop?”

Chapter 167 His Arrangements

Team W went deep into the core city alone. Under Otto's command, they completed a series of tactical goals in a way that they thought was "thrilling and exciting" like walking on a tightrope.

Finally, with the support of the other Sarkaz, W, before Tallulah could react, made his way through a city teeming with enemies, destroying a set of wheel hubs in the core city. When Team W reminisces about this, they'll undoubtedly boast about their own accomplishments. Whether they mention Ott or not will depend entirely on their personalities.

However, looking at the dark mass of masked thugs behind them, the Sarkaz are now more focused on another problem than how to brag about themselves in the future: how to survive.

After reuniting, facing the inquiries of other Sarkaz people, W was a little embarrassed: Otter of Otter! Are you going to sell me out again?

"The stinky otter only let us come here! He didn't give any further plans!" Although he was nervous, he kept walking and didn't reveal his feelings at all.

There weren't many pursuers behind them yet, but if they continued to linger here...

You know, just a few hours before the wheel hub was blown up, "Talulah" didn't even have time to know that this team was the group of renegade mercenaries.

The armed personnel in the core city spontaneously launched an interception against Team W almost relying on their instinctive reactions and the shattered chain of command - this was actually "Talulah's" own fault.

W suddenly stopped.

Several Sarkaz subconsciously slowed down, but eventually overtook W by a body length.

"Boss!? Let's go!"

"...Let's stop." The Sarkaz girl looked at the dark clouds approaching the horizon with a complicated expression.

In the wilderness, a low-altitude aircraft slowly descended, raising a large amount of smoke and dust.

Pilot Dylan turned on the intercom to Eyjafjalla and Provence on the ground: "Ladies! Get on board quickly! I can smell it, and I don't want to fly in a storm!"

"Mr. Dylan, we're not going to have a storm."

This wilderness between Chernobyl and Longmen is considered "warm south" by northern standards, but that's like saying "everything south of a certain place is south, and everything north of a certain place is north."

From here to the north, it was still essentially a dry and cold inland plateau. Beyond the barren winter plateau, the climate on Longmen's cruising track was humid and hot, making it unbearable for ordinary Ursusians.

Although the confluence of cold, hot, dry and wet should produce precipitation, the water vapor in the Longmen area has always been confined to a narrow range, perhaps due to the influence of underground source stone veins and high air pressure.

Only under a few extreme conditions will the water vapor in the Longmen area break through the geographical limit and cause heavy rainfall.

"It was in the past, and it is now. It rains here occasionally! And it rains all the time!" It seems that Dylan did his homework beforehand.

But that's not what Eyjafjalla meant...

The rear cabin of the near-Earth vehicle was airtight, with only sporadic windows letting in light. Even with a few additional lights installed, it was still extremely dim most of the time.

The two girls pushed the motorcycle into the back cabin, leaving the dark clouds behind, but only felt a bright light in front of their eyes.

"Ah! I've been looking at rain clouds for so long, I feel like even my tail is getting wet!"

After securing the motorcycle, Provence stretched and lay down, saying comfortably, "At a time like this, even lying down on the hard, smelly seat of the Bad Boy is incredibly comfortable!"

Dylan's voice rang out from the cockpit: "What do you mean by 'Even the Bad Boy'?!"

It is indeed smelly and hard.

These days, the Bad Boy and other near-Earth vehicles are being used intensively, transporting supplies and personnel, with no free time for cleaning or maintenance.

Ayjafjalla smiled awkwardly: "Well... Provence just means..."

The pilot started to get fussy: "Wait! You're not that..."

The child with hearing problems?

Oh no, it’s better to interrupt this topic!

Think quickly!

Dylan!

Find a new topic!

Dylan forced himself to swallow the rest of his sentence and asked for something else to say: "...The doctor's direct subordinate?"

Provence was furious and said, "Me too!"

"Provence, you're an old acquaintance! Miss Eyjafjalla, this is my first time picking you up."

Dylan finally thought of something, and he said casually, "Speaking of which, I was originally going on this mission to give those demons... Sarkaz mercenaries a round trip."

"Originally?" Provence said.

"Yes, originally." Dylan continued, "But the doctor gave me orders in advance. If I receive your signal, I will take you back to our ship first."

Ayjafjalla was worried, "But what about Miss W and the others?"

Hearing the voice on the intercom, Dylan was startled and said, "The doctor must have his reasons for making such an arrangement, right?"

"Speaking of which, Provence, what mission are you and Miss Eyjafjalla on in this remote place?"

Provence said unhappily, "A Scourge Messenger on field duty, what else could it be?"

"Collecting natural disaster data? Observing natural disasters? Or predicting natural disasters?" Dylan asked without hesitation, "The Disaster Messenger has a lot of work to do!"

"Not to mention, you guys have to write a report too! I read your report and fell asleep after just a few seconds! I really don't know how you wrote it!"

"Hey, hey!" Provence boasted proudly, "Di Ling wrote it! Her report is the best!"

She seemed carefree, but she was actually very tight-lipped and only responded to Dylan's last sentence.

Eyjafjalla pursed her lips, her eyes filled with excitement and eagerness, but she still managed to keep the secret well.

She leaned out the porthole, watching the rain clouds moving in the opposite direction, and was convinced that this was just a pure scientific experiment.

Otto is a scumbag who never does just one thing at a time.

The hot water vapor broke through the air pressure limit and rushed into the cold air of Ursus, combining with the dust in the atmosphere. This excess water vapor created heavy raindrops, which were condensed into ice by the "warm south" shortly after leaving the hot water vapor.

At this moment, the atmosphere is filled with highly active Originium dust.

Pitch-black hailstones fell from the dark rain clouds.

Deep within the rain clouds, lightning flashed and shimmered. Soon, a small scourge would sweep across the enemy forces pursuing Team W. After wreaking havoc across the wilderness for a while, this naturally deficient scourge would run out of steam and dissipate completely.

Of course, due to the influence of subtle variables, this trajectory will still include Team W to some extent.

"Boss! What a great opportunity! Don't wait for that pretty boy's arrangements! Let's get out of here!"

W withdrew his gaze from the dark clouds, shielded his eyes with his hands, and said nonchalantly, "This is his arrangement."

After the complicated calculations came to an end, Ott breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter 168 Hazy

"Boss? You're interested in him too?" another Sarkaz mercenary asked, "Otherwise, how could you even say such nonsense?"

W rolled her eyes at her in annoyance, but suddenly felt something was wrong. She yelled angrily, "What the hell are you yelling about!?"

"I like him," the Sarkaz mercenary said as a matter of course. "He's rich, handsome, and smart. His children will surely be capable too."

A wave of cold chills washed over her, and she involuntarily tightened her clothes. It seemed that her rather cool outfit couldn't hold up against her Sarkaz-like physique in just a few words.

"It's a natural disaster!"

"Chernobog is cursed!"

The unorganized mob collapsed instantly in the face of the dark hail, and faced with two consecutive natural disasters, many superstitious Ursus people had completely collapsed.

A few masked thugs with suspicious identities or who were carried away by passion, stubbornly continued to pursue despite the hail.

"Don't be afraid! It's just black ice lumps! It's not a natural disaster at all!"

Such voices were heard intermittently among the crowd.

But soon, with thunder in the rain cloud, "Mars" slowly fell.

Feeling the earth tremble, W's face changed and she couldn't help but curse, "What nonsense are you talking about, 'the error is within the allowable range and will affect you to a small extent'?"

Ott took it for granted: "To ensure that there is enough energy in the aftermath of the natural disaster, I only guided a portion of the aftermath energy during this technical demonstration."

"This small natural disaster you're seeing is basically a weather change caused by the butterfly effect."

"Most of its energy comes from nature itself, so from the moment it was formed, I lost the means to control it."

Hearing this, W hurriedly asked, "Stop talking nonsense, where are you going?"

Ott told him truthfully: "If you continue in the original direction, you will be able to avoid most natural disasters."

While W ordered the Sarkaz to follow, he secretly wondered, "Then why did you make us come here? To die?"

"If the technical demonstration fails, then you will need to fight a ten-minute defensive battle here to gather these 'integration movements'." Otto stood up with the help of Ghost Shark. His heart was a little touched after staying up all night for the first time in a long time.

He also secretly decided: in the future, when he has nothing to do, he would rather waste the pure source stone than create the butterfly effect.

You have to know that behind every piece of pure Originium is the blood and bones of the Furui miners! Trying to make a small investment for a big gain, calculating and directing a small amount of residual energy to trigger a perfectly timed natural disaster, will drain Ott's blood sugar!

After taking a deep breath, Otto opened the bedroom door and slowly lay down on the bed with the help of Ghost Shark.

As soon as the mind relaxes, sleepiness comes immediately.

It's like the coffee just now had no effect at all.

He closed his eyes and said, "Shortly afterwards, Dylan will drop a high-yield Originium explosive from the aircraft—and you will be responsible for detonating it in the proper manner."

W was very satisfied with this plan. She nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice and asked eagerly, "And then?"

Just as W was looking forward to continuing to kill everyone, Ott said: "Then you can evacuate."

Tsk.

"Then why didn't you use this set just now?"

Although the scene is not big enough, W still prefers the second one to the current hail.

"During my tutoring sessions at Eyjafjallajokull, I realized the theoretical possibility of this technology. But before we can incorporate it into our plans, we need at least one field test."

"Eyjafjalla...that lamb?" W recalled, then sarcastically said, "Your tastes are somewhat similar to Hedley's. You must have something in common."

Can you please show some respect to your adoptive parents?

Surprisingly, Ott didn't respond.

"Stinky otter?" W's heart tightened, and his steps to escape from the range affected by the baby's disaster were a little slow.

Although she was not well educated, she vaguely knew that manipulating natural disasters would not be an easy task.

Could it be that Otto is too weak to maintain this long-distance communication spell?

No, he's still there, still inside me.

W tried to pluck that string.

"I just fell asleep." Ott suddenly replied: "I haven't slept since you boarded the aircraft."

"…Are you really that tired?"

For us?

"That 'Tallulah' didn't anticipate a surprise attack at this point in time. Furthermore, she's been weakening the Reunion's organizational capabilities. Micromanaging your battles is the least worrying part."

Ott used the eyes and hands of the ghost shark outside to confirm that his body was still recovering. Then, he went to the blacksmith shop that had been converted into the engineering department and continued working on the blueprints of the Malta.

He said leisurely, "The activities inside Longmen are not that interesting. They are filled with more boring business exchanges."

"Comparatively speaking, I actually put the most effort into Eyjafjalla."

W's shoe landed on a bone, the remains of some pack animal from the wilderness.

Damn it, you stinky otter! Go talk to Hedley!