Chapter 642
Breaking through the siege
Chapter 642 Breaking through the siege
An angry roar came from the tactical walker. The piercing noise from the loudspeaker seemed capable of waking the dead. The energy leaking from the power core hissed and sparked beneath the damaged outer shell. The pilot inside seemed to be trying to activate the machine guns and missile launchers of the weapon station. However, the blow that Snake Queen had given it and slammed it to the ground not long ago had clearly destroyed all of this war machine's weapon systems. Upon realizing this, Old Joe's curses suddenly became even more hysterical.
But Thunder Titan doesn't care about this or that.
The giant grabbed the main body of the walking machine with one hand and the can opener with the other, and pried the lid open with a snap.
In reality, under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be so easy to pry open this thing—even a Thunder Titan would have to put in a lot of effort. After all, this thing has shields and charged armor, and its upper combat platform is armed like a hedgehog. It's like an incredibly tough turtle shell that bites. But how should I put it...
The little animals in the kindergarten are terrifying! They knocked the shield off this thing right at the start, and then bombarded it relentlessly afterward. The fact that this thing has managed to maintain its largely intact structure is already a testament to its incredible military-grade quality.
Thunder Titan grabbed the walking machine and shook it for a while, and a clattering sound was heard inside. Then the giant stared into it with wide eyes, turned the "tin can" upside down and shook it violently, finally shaking out the "filling" inside.
A tall figure, gleaming with metallic luster and resembling a robot, fell out from inside.
The crimson blood mist that permeated the streets seemed to have caught the scent of prey, and instantly surged in, drilling into the steel body from all directions.
At the same time, in a large building not far away, another Titan was hiding in the darkness. A short-haired girl wearing the blue and white school uniform of Jiecheng No. 2 Middle School stood on the Titan's shoulder, looking at the situation outside, but suddenly frowned.
“No…” Snow White suddenly whispered, “What fell out of that ‘walking machine’ was a metal thing… Sister Luo, this seems to be an ‘incarnation’ as well.”
“As expected… I knew it! This coward still wouldn’t dare let his true form appear outside, even at this point,” came a slightly annoyed voice from Snow White’s earpiece, but the voice quickly calmed down. “But it’s alright, it was expected anyway… I know all too well how he’ll react in this situation. Snow White, listen to me…”
Snow White listened attentively and nodded gently. Then, while giving orders to the Thunder Titan outside, she frowned and glanced at the abandoned street shrouded in darkness in the distance. The atmospheric environment, which could almost be described as "poisonous gas," made her frown. Even with her superhuman physical abilities, she found it extremely uncomfortable to be in this place.
The mermaid is truly amazing; she can sing in such an atmospheric environment without coughing...
"boom!"
Old Joe crashed to the ground again. His proud steel body was as weak as a child when facing a mythical creature. The three-barreled light cannons and small needle missiles hidden in his arms could not even break through the giant's thick armor. The giant could send him flying more than ten meters away with just a wave of his hand.
Anger and fear grew together in my heart.
The pervasive blood mist further amplified the unsettling shadows within his sanity.
Damn bastard, damn monster, damn trap!
This "giant" is definitely not invincible, Old Joe is quite certain of that - if he had some heavy firepower, a frigate, or even an atmospheric heavy attack aircraft, his armed forces would have countless ways to deal with the monster in front of him - but today he just fell for that little bastard Luo's trick!
The hastily assembled clone soldiers were utterly powerless against these supernatural creatures, and the heaviest combat units that could be transported within the Great Wall tunnels were tactical walkers, which were neither here nor there. The harsh electromagnetic environment at the bottom of the Great Wall and the numerous black barriers erected by local gangs layered upon each other disrupted orbital communication—the dark hunting grounds originally built specifically to hunt prey had now become their own dead end.
Old Joe rolled over and got up, his joints making an ominous noise from the overload. He struggled to decide whether to sacrifice some of his sanity and memory to sever the connection to his current body, while raising his hand to aim once again at the Titan striding toward him.
An unsettling clicking sound came from the arm's magazine—the miniature missiles were all used up.
A dazzling bolt of lightning began to form in Titan's hand.
However, at that moment, an increasingly sharp buzzing sound suddenly broke the "night" over the abandoned neighborhood. From the depths of the thick dust and fog, several lights were rapidly lighting up and accelerating toward this side.
A relieved smile appeared on Old Joe's steely face.
The first shadow in the darkness revealed its outline: a heavy drone with the style of the Black Dots Group—its dark hull flashed with crimson lights, and the "Hyena" missile had been lowered from its bay and was locking onto the Titan's head.
Those were originally intended to support the large drones in the center of the city—but now the priority was to get them to support him, the commander.
Thunder Titan's reaction seemed somewhat slow; it only looked up when the drone's shriek came from the sky, and then the missile's propulsion flames suddenly lit up the sky.
A Hyena missile rained down from the sky. Titan instinctively raised his hand to block it, but the missile struck the armor on his arm. Immediately afterward, two more missiles came from two other directions, accompanied by the roar of machine guns firing.
Four drones pierced through the black mist, one of which launched all its missiles and then detonated, crashing straight into the head of the Thunder Titan.
A deafening explosion echoed through the streets, and a huge fireball and smoke filled the sky.
The Titan seemed to let out a painful and angry roar, and then its body began to flicker and tremble like an unstable holographic projection, as if it was about to disappear from the real dimension at any moment. At that moment, a heavy drone sped across the ground—under the cover of fire and fog, Old Joe leaped into the air, his mechanical arm gripping the drone's pylon tightly, and he was carried into the sky.
The remaining two drones fired another barrage of bullets towards Thunder Titan, then covered Old Joe's rapid ascent to the upper levels of the Great Wall.
The mermaid's poignant and epic song still echoed through the dark streets, rising in pitch as the lights of the three drones disappeared into the black mist. The Titan, crackling with lightning, swayed a few times before its ethereal, flickering form finally stabilized. The giant looked up at the sky, several horrifying wounds splitting open on its forehead, searing light flowing like blood from them, hissing as it hit the ground.
But he didn't seem to care about it.
Another Titan emerged from the darkness and reached out his arm to his companion—Snow White walked along the Titan's arm to the wounded Titan's shoulder and gently touched the streams of burning light flowing down.
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, the pain is gone..."
Just like in the nightmare when she was six years old, when she was first carried away from the queen's castle by giants.
……
Escape?
Yes, they escaped.
A victorious escape.
The sounds of gunfire and thunder ceased, as did the mad laughter of the arsonists and the insane cries of the demons. The strange blood mist was left behind in the darkness. Everything that had happened in that abandoned neighborhood seemed like a nightmare that was rapidly fading away—absurd, insane, but no longer able to interfere with the real world.
The heavy drone is climbing rapidly, and the lights of the two escort aircraft are flashing in the fog, bringing a sense of security that becomes more and more real as the altitude increases.
The fog thinned, sunlight appeared all around, and the outline of the Great Wall area began to appear in the distance—those mottled rust bands and ancient leaky pipe systems symbolized civilization and order, and it was wonderful to see them.
Old Joe felt something pounding in his chest. The joy of surviving the ordeal made him really want to take a deep breath and then laugh out loud—unfortunately, this body didn't have lungs, and he hadn't experienced what a deep breath felt like in a long time.
A dozen minutes later, he returned to a secluded hideout on the edge of the upper district—a place far from any potential spying, including the corporation's omnipresent eyes and ears.
What happened at the base of the giant wall was not just an "internal competition," but a failure that could make the group question its capabilities. In Black Dot Group, the most dangerous thing is "loss of value"—the board of directors can accept any form of internal competition and all kinds of extreme projects, and can even accept a considerable amount of projects going out of control, but it cannot accept low-value employees occupying positions that do not match their performance. Employees whose revenue cannot cover costs will be eliminated, and a "special envoy" who almost got himself killed by dealing with a stray dog... his abilities are clearly no longer commensurate with his position.
Countless competitors are watching to see if he makes a mistake, and what happens at the bottom of the Iron Nest must not be reported to the top... at least, the news must not be allowed to get out until he is fully prepared.
A discreet civilian shuttle was already waiting on the platform where he was hiding. The entire system had been activated when he passed through the middle of the giant wall, and it was ready to leave the planet at any time.
Old Joe laboriously dragged his already damaged body into the shuttle's cockpit.
This body must be repaired as soon as possible... to restore every bit of strength before those vulture-like "colleagues" realize their failure and weakness.
As the steel giant pondered, he prepared the shuttle's departure process. His escort ship was already ready in the shielded zone of an illegal spaceport. Once in orbit, he could board the ship and then jump away directly from there.
Fortunately, that bitch Luo is dead, so my whole ordeal can't be considered a complete failure. As long as I make proper preparations when I get back, there will be enough room for maneuver in the report...
Old Joe's hand rested on the joystick.
and many more……
Is Luo really dead?
Book recommendation time! From Buqi Shixian's *Deceitful Game*, here's a brief summary:
Welcome to the game of deception, you who died unjustly!
[Just one victory would be enough to rewrite history, to bring the dead back to life!]
"Win a game?"
Mingpo tossed out a chip, a smile playing on his lips: "There's a saying that goes, 'The one who wins in the end wins.'"
If all the victors simultaneously held the power to rewrite their destiny,
When the timeline is repeatedly torn, smeared, and covered by countless hands
Only the final victor can decide the outcome.
The winner takes all, the loser turns to dust.
"—All in."
This author probably doesn't need much introduction; I've recommended his books before. He's a veteran author, so the quality is guaranteed. Everyone should check him out.
(End of this chapter)