Chapter 51 DRS
Everything in the world should be traceable.
Zhang Cishun believes that this sentence is correct, even if it is a 'blueprint plan'. As far as we know so far, the large quantities of clones and genetic engineering involved in this plan are not problems that can be solved on a small scale by just a few people.
They must have a factory to mass-produce new bodies for them.
Think tanks must also play an important role here.
Zuo Yan, who followed Zhang Cishun back to the dormitory, listened to his analysis, and the urgent impatience in her heart subsided a little. After being dazed for a long time, leaning against the cabinet, she put Zhang Cishun on the bed with all her strength. Picked up the off-field equipment.
"I'm going to deliver this to Jing Shuo. You should be careful while I'm away." Zuo Yan said.
Zhang Cishun nodded and did not ask Zuo Yan how she could get out now that the sandstorm outside was so bad.
Zuo Yan is not a brainless person. She certainly knows how difficult it is to cross the sandstorm with only the physical body. So she will prepare before setting off.
After asking Zhang Cishun for a map inside the institute and determining the location of the security department, she disappeared.
Only the door opens and closes suddenly.
Zhang Cishun withdrew his gaze and his eyes fell on Ning Jiancheng's tablet in his hand. But not long after, he raised his head and looked out the window.
The sound of the sandstorm outside could not be heard at all inside the house, and all one could see was the sand and dust that was constantly accumulating and being blown away on the window sill outside.
Everything looked gray and black.
This was the first time Zhang Cishun had seen a sandstorm in this world. He had learned about this disaster from Jing Shuo's mouth.
Zhang Cishun withdrew his gaze, glanced at the empty bed opposite, and then at the door that was closed by Zuo Yan when he left.
The next moment, silver haloes flashed across his eyes!
——The
powerful wind field stirs up sand and dust, and walking in it gives you the feeling of being in the waves.
The DRS (Dynamic Response Team) has arrived in Midtown, but they are still some distance away from their mission location.
But the coming of sandstorms caused their forward speed to slow down again and again.
The strong light device on the shoulder has been activated, but under the cover of the thick dust cloud, the light cannot penetrate at all.
The external view mapped inside the closed helmet has been semi-closed, replaced by pre-imaging and travel prediction.
These two functions mainly help them to confirm their location in real time in a sandstorm, and to display virtual 'characters' and the environment on the pre-image according to their own speed.
It's like... playing a third-person game.
The positions of teammates are also marked on the image. There are seven humanoid images in total.
The force field forms a barrier on the outside of their bodies, but the defense of the force field is still limited after all, just like a magnet.
When the magnetic pole strength of one side far exceeds the limit that the other side can bear, it will be pushed away.
The reason why the seven-member team could advance slowly step by step without being blown up by the wind was entirely due to the shoes they were wearing.
The special internal materials and capabilities ensure that when they step on the ground, they will not leave the ground when subjected to other forces other than straight up and down.
But this is also part of the constraint on their speed. Because this actually does not conform to the walking posture of normal people.
"Fuck!"
A hissing voice suddenly sounded in the public channel, followed by a panicked curse.
"No. 11, report the situation." No. 1 subconsciously turned his head to look to his left, but the completely blocked field of vision prevented him from seeing anything.
The pre-image can tell him the location of his teammates, but it will not synchronize the current status of his teammates.
"Uh, it's okay, Captain, I was just frightened by something that suddenly appeared." The voice of No. 11 came from the headset.
After hearing his words, No. 1 did not continue to ask questions. He said on the public channel, "Pay attention to safety and speed up the journey," and fell silent again.
The seven-member team sped up in silence.
Ten minutes later,
when the image in their field of vision reminded them that they had arrived at their destination, the six people except No. 1 spontaneously approached No. 1.
"Eleven, prepare the force field generator. When you are ready, enter the building."
"Understood."
Eleven still couldn't see his teammates, but occasionally he could see a little light coming from around him.
This means that they are all around you, you just can't see them.
He reached behind him, grabbed a cylindrical metal object, and pulled it out of the slot.
No vision, but he had experience.
After opening the metal body, each ring-shaped device was exposed.
Eleven took it out, put it on his finger and held it tightly. After stepping forward and approaching the building in front of him, he pressed the ring device against the wall! After the last device was installed, a blue light, like a water curtain, quickly radiated from the center of each device to the surroundings until the entire building was enveloped.
"It's done, captain."
"Enter the building." After hearing Eleven's words, No. 1 ordered.
A group of seven people passed through the light curtain, and their bodies suddenly felt relaxed, and the power from the external sandstorm suddenly disappeared.
The door was blocked, but this did not trouble them. Eleven stepped forward and pressed his hand on the identification device. After a while, the door lock was unlocked.
Number 1 looked at the scene inside the building. After wandering for a while, his eyes fell on the abbreviation of 'Wasteland Biodiversity Conservation and Restoration Research'.
"Arrived at the destination."
Number 1 said, then raised his right hand, pressed a certain device on the back of his neck, and the entire helmet was peeled off.
"Hiss...hoo!"
"Captain, the person in charge here is coming down." Eleven said.
"Don't wait for him anymore. Act according to the mission. When he arrives, let him come to us." Number 1 said as he walked.
The firearms behind them were already in their hands. When the other team members saw what the captain said, they looked at each other, shrugged, took off their equipment, and followed the captain.
The arrival of the seven DRS people on the third floor
obviously stunned the researchers here. But they didn't care about this at all and walked straight in.
Someone wanted to say something to them, but before he could speak, he was stopped by a colleague next to him.
"Is this right here?"
No. 1 walked into the room, and after glancing around for a while, his eyes landed on the empty metal platform.
There should have been... forty-two cores used for research here.
"Eleven, check it out." Number 1 said. After speaking, he turned to the other person: "Eighteen, go do the trace detection. Number 21, hurry up the person in charge and tell him to hurry up!" (End of this chapter
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