MTL - Therapy Planet No. 13-v2 Chapter 180 withdrawal

"The 86132nd experiment, the reorganization failed." Riley's voice sounded like a machine, "Data analysis."

"Is there any progress?" Rhodes asked.

Riley shook his head. "Not yet."

"continue."

"I know." Riley lowered his eyes, "... Debugging a black hole is a very tedious thing, not to mention that we don't have the instruments to create large-scale black holes now, we can only perform data simulations."

"Don't worry." Rhode comforted her, "Army is taking it back."

He seems to have infinite patience with Riley: "You just do the debugging before the experiment, don't think about anything else, and study with peace of mind."

"I heard that the communication over there is not good. Although there is a mobile star network, the signal is still not stable..."

"So I'm on my way to the confluence." Rod paused and smiled broadly, "Just in case, I'll try to meet Armie in person as much as possible."

He said and hung up the communication.

"Bishop, we have reached the front line, shall we continue?"

"Go ahead." Rhode said coldly to Ahan, "Stop near the transition point that Armi passed. I want to get the controller as soon as possible."

"Yes."

The starship did not make any stops and continued to drive.

Rhodes—or rather, Arnold Sutter's—has always been clear about what he wants.

For a long time, the Federation has not yet been established, and the cosmic calendar is separate. During the chaotic war, the general Sartre, who was born in the earth, raised the idea of ​​​​unifying the universe.

In such chaotic times, unifying the universe is something everyone aspires to.

In theory, everyone has the potential to change history.

But the same history can only be changed by one person.

During the long military war, Sartre realized a reality.

Temporary peace was not what he was after.

He wants permanent peace.

However, as long as human beings have different ideas and fierce collisions between different ideas, they will always become the source of brewing turmoil and storms.

How much better would the world be if everyone held the same beliefs?

Legend has it that humans in the past spoke a unified language, had the same ideas, and built the tower of Babel that could reach the sky. The Spirit of God was terrified, so he destroyed the tower and stripped it off, along with the language.

Since then, humans have spoken different languages, unable to understand and unify.

Then there are quarrels, conflicts, and wars in the world.

Sartre decides to make himself the "god" who rebonds his mind.

In order to pursue the consistency of thinking, Sartre thought of many ways.

But these methods all require time and trial and error.

So he faked a suicide attack on himself, from the Zerg in an attempt to master the Queen's way of ordering the swarm.

But soon, Sartre realized that pheromones were not suitable for most humans.

In the following process of incognito, he changed his surname to "Luo" and wandered among ordinary people, seeking suitable talents for his plan.

It took time to find a way, long enough to span his life.

He decided to set up a religion to pass on his ideas from generation to generation.

This was the only most feasible method that Sartre could find in his day.

Religion, simulation, experiment.

After the establishment of the Federation, Sartre, who assumed the name of the ancient family of the East, successfully entered the Parliament by virtue of his early relationship network.

He was not a big man, but those who were able to enter the parliament at that time also played a lot of decisive roles in key matters.

He happened to be in charge of the establishment of Sanxingdui.

So there was a large-scale social experiment, Digital Planet. He single-handedly planned the roundup of sentinels based on spiritual influence, and also caused the destruction of ABOs based on pheromone infection.

It is a pity that these have not made any progress in the countless years after his death.

Sartre placed his wish on time, and let his heirs, when the time came, reorganize the message and resurrect him.

This is the "great return" of Sartre's ideal.

Thousands of years later, the experiment finally made some progress, and Silois, who disappeared in the universe, suddenly appeared, and the descendants of the Rhodes-Luo family also became trusted Sartre.

It seems that everything is going for the better.

Rhodes knew the truth, but he did not intend to execute according to Sartre's layout.

"I'm about to have the ability to create the world." Rhode looked at Ahan and seemed to be talking to himself, "But why should I realize other people's dreams?"

Ahan turned on the camera that Armi carried with him, bowed respectfully, and did not answer.

Before he knew it, he had become the most "infected" one.

It's not just ideas that disappear, but hatreds, fanatics, and silent indictments of the past.

Armi on the screen has hovered above the research institute.

The advance team has broken into the interior.

Figure poor dagger see.

When Jessica broke in and urged him to leave, Locke was staring at some hapless hackers to program him.

"Stop writing! Didn't you hear the gunshots outside?" Jessica grabbed Locke's hem and urged, "Pack up and go!"

No one paid her any attention.

The fingers of a few hackers snapped, and only afterimages remained.

Locke's eyes were red, he grabbed Jessica's wrist, and whispered: "Don't worry, just a moment. We can do it right away..."

Gong Qi, who did not have any scientific research spirit, slammed the switch of a display screen with a firm attitude: "Let's go quickly."

His first task is to be responsible for cover and safety. How can he control the endless energy of scientific researchers?

"What are you doing!" the hacker screamed, his voice almost distorted, "We can make things right away!"

Locke turned the switch on: "Leave him alone..."

He took a little energy and said to Jessica: "Five minutes, five minutes and we can finish the data analysis."

Jessica hesitated.

She knew how important this situation was.

Now they are using servers with maximum power computing. Once they are transferred, the speed and efficiency will all drop by more than a star and a half.

The analysis has to start all over again.

It may not be able to handle successfully.

She looked at Gong Qi hesitantly.

What Gong Qi couldn't stand the most was the little girl's pleasing eyes - any similar eyes reminded him of his late daughter.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Damn it! Just five minutes!"

Gong Qi's wrist flicked, and the mechanical arm instantly turned into a one-handed gun barrel like an arm's finger.

"Soldiers follow me to the door, hurry up, the researchers who are all right help pack up! Do you hear me?"

The guards had already received the notice of temporary action to listen to the cyborg, and they all opened the insurance of their weapons, and followed Gong Qi to file out.

"You also come to help me." Locke shoved a piece of data into Jessica's hand, and said in a hurry, "Quick!"

Dawn glanced at it and found that the parsing progress bar had reached the value of 87.51%.

It would be a pity to fall short - as Locke said, victory is in sight.

Just as Gong Qi went out to stand guard, Armi's advance team had already invaded the central base and broke through the second-floor anti-lock line.

"Why are they so fast?"

The guard on the third floor heard the movement, and his face was full of horror, "That thick bulletproof material won't be so fast even if it is hit with a shell, right?"

Where have they been?

How do they do it?

How many of our people have died?

Will I be the next one?

Numerous questions flashed through the minds of soldiers who had not yet engaged.

Even if the soldiers left behind were all high-quality soldiers, facing the advance team that stood out from the Armi-level metamorphosis-intensive training, they still felt overwhelming suffocation and despair.

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Huge rips and muffled roars resolved their confusion.

A guard leaning against the door calmly end the wall guarding the closed gate.

A huge roar suddenly sounded in the quiet space!

Then a giant bump slammed from the door!

The shape is clearly a human hand, but whether it is the power or the fear it brings, it is an indescribable unknown.

Twisted fingers chiseled the door open, then pulled left and right, forcibly pulling the closed door to both sides of the wall.

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The guard closed his eyes and emptied the bullets in the magazine in one breath. There was silence for a while. He opened his eyes tremblingly, only to find a twisted humanoid monster in front of him.

The turbid and dead yellow pupils were staring at him.

“啊啊啊啊啊啊！”他尖叫一声，连连按动自己的扳机。

But in the next second, the humanoid monster bit off half of his face!

One after another monsters got in through the cracks, instantly eating the hapless guard to the bone.

Blood filled the hallway.

"Quick..." Jessica stared at the screen and whispered almost begging.

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The advance team walked through the **** scene indifferently, the captain made a safe gesture to the team behind, and they deciphered the remaining electronic gates in an orderly manner.

"Five minutes have passed! Are you all alright?!" Gong Qi was already scolding.

"Fuck it for three minutes!!"

Armie also brought Divankoti, who was infected with the Black Death virus.

After collecting countless data on the battlefield, with the improvement of Riley and Jeffrey, they successfully cultivated a creature that is "interested in human flesh".

It is still too difficult for them to eat only a certain number of people, so Rhodes suggested that they should be directly interested in all human beings.

The Armi soldier's genes were then knocked out of their prey lists.

In order to ensure the efficiency of the operation, this batch of Divankoti bodies were even selected from among the outstanding soldiers of Armi.

No one disputes this.

A small percentage of purebred Armies even look forward to this absolute power.

As a result, the evolved version of Divankoti and the soldiers of the advance team cooperated with each other, and quickly passed through the third underground floor.

Below is the location of the institute.

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The total resolution bar is beating slowly.

"They're coming! They're coming! All ready!"

The voices of the hackers who are in charge of keeping an eye on the dynamics of the base all the time are shaking: "Level 1 Blockade!!"

dong dong dong.

Several solid walls descended from the already sealed passageway.

Let the intruders who accidentally break in will not be able to advance or retreat.

Lucas had foreseen this extreme situation when it was built, so the defense of the research institute was the last blockade of the entire base from which there was no way to retreat.

The machine guns in the countless dark walls are ready to go.

A monster appeared around the corner.

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pat.

The hacker pressed the launch button.

The dense fire made the screen unclear, but they did not dare to relax in the slightest. After a round of firepower, the smoke had not dissipated, and there was one less light spot on the thermal imager.

it works!

This undoubtedly gave everyone a dose of reassurance.

"Second round of attack, prepare - start!"

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Seeing victory in sight, Locke suppressed his excitement and finally distracted himself from thinking about other things.

He grabbed Jessica's collar: "Where's the black hole controller? Did you take it out?"

Armie is here for this thing.

Jessica opened his claws and pointed to her own pocket: "I took it out a long time ago! If I count on you, maybe everyone can go home now!"

The number displayed on the thermal imager was getting smaller and smaller. Gong Qi stared at the screen and said, "It feels a little wrong, you should stop for a while."

The attack stopped.

The smoke dissipated.

Everyone fell silent.

Divancotti, who should have been beaten to death, was filling the entire screen densely.

They were not killed, it was just the intense fire that interfered with their judgment.

Just in the middle of the gap, a Divancotti jumped up and shattered the camera.

"99.99%!" Locke's voice sounded at the right time, "Ten seconds!"

"withdraw!"

"Get out!"

Gong Qi's voice was filled with endless panic.

The last picture displayed on the screen.

Those yellow, cloudy eyes looked like a sour grape.