The Skinning Laboratory was once a hospital, but this was no hospital in the ordinary sense.
After all, no hospital would surround itself with steel and build a large number of defensive grids and automatic turrets on top.
This is completely a steel fortress, with CELL soldiers constantly patrolling it.
But now the fortress has been surrounded by ceph aliens. They constantly send cannon fodder to test the defense of the laboratory. After being blown to pieces by grenades, they will temporarily fall into calm, and then secretly prepare for the next attack.
Ceph's combat technology can adapt to the planet's environment and the technological strength of the planet's rebels. In the Battle of New York more than 20 years ago, Ceph units evolved various types of units in response to human counterattacks.
The steel-like exoskeleton armor that looks familiar is actually the result of racial evolution to adapt to a short life cycle. In the dome, in order to adapt to assault, hit-and-run combat and close-range combat, some of the Ceph's thermal weapons were destroyed by atomic weapons.
Reinforced Blade Replacement. This makes them suitable for environments with a lot of cover inside domes.
At the same time, Ceph also has infantrymen who use compression rifles, invisible shadow snipers who use anti-matter energy lightning sniper rifles, quadruped drones that can spray liquid plasma with a temperature close to the core of a box reactor to a large area, and a Reaper cannon.
and mortar heavily armed mechanically reinforced units.
From long-range to close combat, from individual assault to range strikes, ceph has perfectly learned human tactics and evolved a series of arms.
It may be because these front-line units are all deployed by the mastermind, just like armed units that are subconsciously ignored in interstellar games. Without the control of the mastermind, they will only act according to the established procedures.
Outside this laboratory, the occasional cannon fodder test was blown into powder by CELL soldiers, which became the daily work flow of both parties.
Psycho looked at the situation around the laboratory and said to Chris: "It seems that your dog is of no use to these steel octopuses!"
The bites of hounds really have no effect on the exoskeleton armor of the ceph soldiers, and the predators carried in this operation are also specialized and too short.
Chris glanced at Psycho coldly and said, "I'm just here to help. Didn't you see that everyone took out their weapons and were ready to fight?"
The big guy refers to McTavish. The height difference makes Chris have to look up to these biochemically modified soldiers.
The differences in combat functions and combat methods make the Little Raccoon fundamentally different from Task Force 141.
Biological and chemical weapons attacks are the specialty of Little Raccoon, and it is the responsibility of Task Force 141 to defeat the enemy.
McTavish took out a light machine gun from his pocket, which was actually a scaled-up Spitfire light machine gun.
For McTavish, it is a light machine gun, but if its shape and weight are used by ordinary people, it means it can carry heavy firepower on a vehicle.
After handing the machine gun to the Prophet, McTavish took out a launcher.
The SMR Sidewinder rocket launcher has a magazine loaded with 25 Sidewinder missiles. It can be used not only to fight Pilots, but also to fight Titans.
In order to avoid causing harm to the user, the Sidewinder rocket of the original SMR Sidewinder launcher reduced the power of the rocket engine. In border wars, the enemy can clearly see the trajectory of the missile and have a chance to use bunkers to avoid it.
Fragment explosion kills.
But the Space-Time Management Bureau is different. Most of the members of Task Force 141 are all enhanced people. Naturally, they can design whatever their power is.
If there was no risk of self-destruction, weapons designers would want to launch the missiles from the handheld SMG Sidewinder launcher using electromagnetic ejections.
MacTavish, holding a launcher weighing tens of kilograms in one hand, said: "We need to capture a living body so that the little raccoon can identify ceph's genes. The scientists behind it will develop targeted genetic weapons as soon as possible."
"I understand. Psycho, kill the patrolling CELL soldiers."
The prophet simply agreed and disappeared in front of everyone with his fire-breathing light machine gun.
MacTavish walked out of the jungle directly after the prophet left, and stood carelessly between the ceph and CELL soldiers.
"Good morning, everyone!"
Psycho was the first to launch the attack. Losing the nanobiological costume does not mean that he has lost the most basic fighting ability as a warrior.
Accurately sending a bullet into the head of a CELL soldier who raised a grenade launcher, Psycho pulled the starting gun of the massacre.
McTavish set the Sidewinder rocket launcher to single-shot mode, and just when he pointed the muzzle at a Ceph's heavy-armed unit, a faint shock wave in the air reached the Ceph's body.
Suddenly bursting, the ceph soldiers exploded directly from the inside, spreading octopus-like mucus everywhere.
The prophet appeared behind the ceph soldier with a fire-breathing light machine gun. He did not hold the trigger, but fired short bursts regularly. Each burst could accurately send the bullet into the back of the ceph alien's head.
In weakness.
With explosive rockets on the front and a fire-breathing light machine gun on the back, in front of the two super soldiers, within a few seconds, Ceph was left with only a melee model.
The ceph octopus monster held up atomic blades like rapiers in both hands, and the constant trampling steps under its feet showed its inner panic.
Before it could wait for the two super soldiers to attack him, its entire body was lifted up like a chicken.
The tyrant grabbed Cephalexin's spine with one hand to prevent it from moving. The tiny arms were easily broken by the tyrant like thin sugar cane, and the exoskeleton armor on his body was also ripped off piece by piece.
After the tyrant threw the ceph alien, skinned into a naked octopus, in front of Chris, Psycho looked in disbelief at the green-skinned tyrant in front of him who exuded a gloomy aura.
Psycho murmured and asked, "You control this too?"
Chris controlled the Tyrant and stood aside, saying: "Do you want me to control it to perform two backflips for you? As long as it can multi-task, there are as many biological weapons as you want."
"Chris, come help!"
Rebecca interrupted Chris' bragging and called to him.
The ceph soldier's exoskeleton is not only armor protection, it also acts as a support for the body, and is filled with invertebrate creatures like octopuses.
Enduring the slickness of the octopus, Rebecca and Chris collected enough samples of alien body fluids, limbs and exoskeleton armor pieces, different biological weapons, and even biological ammunition and energy pipes.
After labeling the items in different categories, the tyrant carried the entire refrigerator storing samples and walked into the depths of the jungle.
Standing in front of a controller, the prophet saw the armored door on the side slowly lowering without any manual operation.
When MacTavish saw this, he couldn't help but praise: "This thing is much easier to use than the decoder!"
Walking into the walls of the Skinning Laboratory, Psycho's demeanor changed visibly.
"I know where to go, follow me!"
Saying something coldly, Psycho took the lead on the external bridge and headed for the elevator in the center.
Psycho started the elevator and checked something on the elevator control panel.
Cerberus and Predator also squeezed in, making the originally spacious elevator become narrow.
Rebecca took out her weapon, and Chris prepared the hellhound to explore the road.
However, Psycho said: "Don't be so careful. This is exactly the same as when I left. When Claire rescued me and left, we killed everything inside. I just read the record. The cowards of CELL have not dared to do so since then."
