When DL26 No.2 aircraft slowly landed at the rendezvous point, a tense temporary combat meeting was taking place in a temporary bunker 1,500 meters away. The person presiding over the meeting was a noble Alpha plus caste, the ghost's right hand "gold" The top person in charge of the "Mining" department, no one knows her exact name. This moody woman does not like others to pry into her privacy, so she only lets people call her "Mrs. A".
"I just received news from the listener. Ghost has finally made a damn decision. The reinforcements from the silver mine, copper mine, and iron mine will not arrive. They have more important tasks than the damn Central African battlefield. To execute," Mrs. A said coldly, looking around the audience. She was wearing tight jeans, cowboy boots, a striped shirt, and a Texas-style big-brimmed hat. She looked like an American tourist visiting Africa. However, the forty ghost cadres present all buried their heads deeply, lest their eyes offend Mrs. A's overly sensitive nerves. The three ghost leaders, Ghost, Silver Spirit, and Phantom, would not come forward to take charge of management work. Mrs. A was The de facto soul of the entire organization, she is about forty years old, with a medium build, big breasts, and some light freckles on her face. She is usually a woman who loves to laugh and drink and is easy to get along with, but she has an elusive and weird personality. One second he was raising a glass and talking about the Major League Baseball transfer situation, and the next second he was gouging out the eyes of the person next to him, and while reading out the sins committed by the victim, he dropped the bloody eyeballs into a tequila glass and took a sip. He dropped it and continued talking about baseball as if nothing had happened, but at the same time he moved his eyes with his tongue and rolled them around in his mouth.
No one dares to disobey her, not only because of the unbreakable caste system of Ghost's right hand, but also because she is the person with the highest synchronization rate in the entire organization, and is Ghost's hope for the future.
"There are three more Alphas coming from Morocco, but they can't make it to this damn ball." Mrs. A suddenly laughed, her plump breasts rising and falling: "If I hadn't happened to be on a mission in damn Algeria, I would have said Maybe you are still worried on the damn plane right now, listen, damn losers, our people are trapped in the underground bunker, we don’t know whether they are dead or alive, and the candidate is also inside, listener His instructions are 'protect his life at all costs', do you understand the meaning of this sentence?"
"Yes," the ghost warriors replied.
"Then why don't you go in? What are the losers who arrived before me doing?" The woman suddenly stopped smiling and looked through the crowd to the outside.
There was a commotion all around, and someone whispered: "The Chadian shelling had not ended when we arrived, and there was no way to start ground operations. Several entrances to the bunker were blocked by building debris, and blasting operations were in progress. Mrs. A, reported that the three-proof isolation door in the passage has been lowered. Without professional equipment, it is impossible to cut through those high-strength metal doors."
"Okay, that makes sense." Mrs. A jumped off the broken table, walked through the crowd to the speaker, and patted his head with her hand: "Von Betaga Silvermine, I completely accept your explanation," she pinched He touched the man's cheek, turned him in one direction, and pointed with his hand: "Here, look over there. Even if the listener doesn't remind me, I can feel it. The damn brotherhood bastards are here. This time they are not little shrimps, but It's a real big fish... If these bastards break into the bunker, the candidate will be completely ruined. Now do you understand what to do?"
Feng Yinmin trembled and took out his pistol, "I, I know, but those people, are those people you are talking about the Sons of God of the Brotherhood? I am just an intelligence agent, and the synchronization rate only reaches the first category. ,I, I simply can’t fight them head-on..."
Mrs. A laughed innocently: "No, who said that? Every ghost has a chip improved by Phantom himself. It's just that you bastards didn't realize your potential... This is a parting gift for you. Farewell It’s so worthless to die, dear Beta Minus,”
Feng Yinkuang suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind. He couldn't help but staggered forward a few steps and left the range of the temporary bunker. The unknown force drove him to take steps and walked forward without looking back. Every step he took His body temperature rose a little, and some strange heat in his blood made him feel like he was walking faster and faster. He unbuttoned his shirt, took off his bulletproof vest, and threw away the pistol and magazine. White gas appeared on the surface of his skin, like A locomotive with increasing power.
Mrs. A turned to face the ghost warriors and said loudly: "You losers, the big guys of the Brotherhood are close at hand. There is only one mission: rush over and kill them. You will die. No one can survive, including myself. , but our death is not worthless. We will go to that eternal peaceful place and find the eternal peace that the listener has promised. This damn world is already too bad. Do you still want to breathe in this mess? Can you survive for a few more days if you hide in a doghouse?"
"No, ma'am," the ghosts shouted.
"You still have to sacrifice your damn life for your ideals,"
"Yes, ma'am,"
"Very good, rush over, you will get my blessing, losers, there is no strategy, no formation, drop the weapons,... set off,"
Mrs. A stood at the door of the bunker, high-fiving every ghost warrior who rushed out of the room. Her shirt sleeves on her right arm were rolled up high, and her wrist was covered with tattoos. If there were eyes that could see through the human body, they would definitely be able to spot the alienated creature. The chip was hidden in her right elbow joint. Countless tentacles filled every inch of the gap between bones and muscles, entangled with blood vessels and extended to the palm of her hand. In the palm of her hand, it turned into a complex biopolymer. When she touched When it reaches another person's skin, the tentacles will emit strong bioelectricity through the palm, directly stimulating the biochip in the other person's body.
The current instantly overloads the chip, increasing its running speed dozens of times, and at the same time begins to melt itself. In a short period of time, each ghost warrior can break through the threshold and gain the ability to "reverse the advent" without the need for self-guidance or listening. With the help of others, this is the special ability of Mrs. A, Queen of the "Gold Mine", the catalyst for summoning the ability to summon otherworldly powers.
Dozens of ghost cadres rushed towards the enemy's location. These people all had castes above Gamma and had the appropriate synchronization rate to be activated. They were also all the combat power that ghosts could mobilize at present. No one knew what this kind of suicidal attack could achieve. However, Queen A understands that this will be a terrifying battle that has never happened on earth, a battle between the Son of God as a new human being and the mortals who have the magical ability of another world.
"Want to help?" She glanced at the three remaining people in the room.
"no,"
These three men are all holders of the highest caste "Alpha Plus": a pair of twin brothers dressed as students in their early twenties, and a paunchy pediatrician wearing a white hat. The two brothers looked at each other and walked out at the same time. Bunker, "Does this allow me to confront the President of the Brotherhood?" they asked in unison as they passed Mrs. A.
"Who knows, but this is the first time the listener has accurately identified the speaker's position. Because of that useless candidate, the big shots panicked and exposed their whereabouts. This is the best opportunity, right?" the woman threw it into her mouth. Got a fruit hard candy.
"We don't even know the speaker's identity. What if we don't recognize him?" the pediatrician shrugged sadly.
Mrs. A laughed and said: "When you are killed, I will naturally recognize him,"
"Is it necessary to die? Who knows if that peaceful place exists or is it just a pretext made up by the phantom to deceive us..." The pediatrician shook his head, the fat on his cheeks swaying.
"If you ask me, that must be a fucking lie," the woman chewed the candy and spat out a mouthful of bloody crumbs. It turned out that it was not a fruit candy, but a green glass bead. " But after allowing us to enjoy it for so many years, it’s finally time to pay off our debts, Doolittle, aren’t those damn little girls in your basement from the silver mining department..."
The pediatrician sighed, shook his head and walked out.
Von Betaga Silvermine was running through the ruins of the city, his blood was boiling, and his brain was boiling. The biochip hidden in his kidneys was proliferating crazily, pumping twisted tentacles and amazing heat to every corner of his body. The man He roared and tore his shirt to pieces, letting the wind blow against his hot chest. The hot wind mixed with gunpowder smoke did not bring him any coolness. He could not stop. Once he stopped, the boiling impulse in his body would make him explode. , he left the ruined walls and numerous corpses behind him. Through the collapsed shacks in the slum, Von Silvermine saw a few small shadows, the shadows of the enemy.
"Ah,,," he couldn't help but roared up to the sky, spitting out a stream of black and red blood from his mouth, kicked the ground and leaped up, his muscles burst his clothes, his pupils changed colors, and the descendant of "the world" occupied the air. His body saw this legendary world for the first time.
He has never seen a world like this. The sky is pitch black, and there are fire-breathing monsters roaring in the sky. The ground is red, and fire is burning in the ruins of strange cities. The smell of the air makes people want to feel sick, and the body is so... Strange, he hated this thin, soft and vulnerable body.
It took him half a second to figure out where this was. Just now, he received a message from the listener, who conveyed the instructions issued by Silver Spirit: Every member of the Ghost Right Fighter must be ready to be summoned into " First World", fighting desperately for freedom.
He didn't know the news about server maintenance, nor how a quantum computer extracts personality from a database with fast clocks. He didn't know that one minute here is equivalent to 6 hours in that world, let alone the original nature of this body. What's the name of the owner?
He only knew that the blond man in front of him was an enemy and he wanted to fight,