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Chapter 308 Rain

"Get up, trash!"

After being scolded once more, Cage was ready to go directly to the barracks without waiting for Sergeant Farrell. Even the handcuffs he was able to break free by himself, but just as he squeezed out of the crowd, a drop of rain fell on him. hair.

"It's raining?" Cage didn't take it too seriously. Today he has to go to Dr. Carter to see if he can find any more clues from the phantom.

And Fisher let out a sigh of relief, "It's so good that it's raining!"

Hurrying back to the hangar, Fisher slipped out a military computer, then returned to the office, kicked everyone else out, turned on the computer himself, entered the military communications network, and connected to the satellite.

Haiying [-], this is the internal code name of the satellite that Fisher got. Staring at the European coalition forces on the British Isles, Fisher didn't bother to explore the specific ideas in it, because it was not a good thing anyway.

After entering the key and locking the back door, Fisher reorbited the satellite from over the UK to over France.

"General, one of our satellites has been hacked!"

Fisher was manipulating the satellite. While the pervert was searching for Omega along the rivers all over the map in France and Germany, the coalition command was in a mess, and General Brigham's roar was even more likely to tear the roof off.

"Take back control of the satellite!"

"We can't take it back, sir, the other party has the highest authority!" A technical officer looked embarrassed.

"How is it possible, except I thought no one would have the highest authority! Not even the president!"

"But, sir, it is your highest authority that controls the satellite! And kicked us out!"

"My authority?" Brigham turned on the computer and saw that it was really his own account, and the other party even changed the username to America Great Again.

"Uh!" The general, who was so angry, almost gasped, but fortunately, he managed to suppress his blood pressure at the last moment.

"Can you find the other party's location?"

"It's in the headquarters building!"

"Gendarmerie, find him and shoot him on the spot!" As the general roared, dozens of armed red-hatted military police almost turned the six-storey building upside down. Caught, but caught three office romances, one who was lazy to sleep, and one who drugged the female officer.

"What's going on here?" The military police were going crazy. They searched the server room three times, but they didn't even see a ghost. They only saw their own satellite pointing at the European continent under the control of that unknown person. Scanning over and over again, what is the other party looking for?Why?I don't know anything.

"Contact NASA! We must get the satellite back!"

The coalition military police and technicians who had entered a state of mania did not notice at all that in a very inconspicuous corner of the huge computer room of their own server, there was a round robot-sweeping thing, which was adsorbing under the server, counting The data cable is being connected to the server in the computer room.

This is why the hacker's server address is at the headquarters, and the other party is equivalent to being on the Internet next to their server.

Not to mention the command headquarters that was about to blow up, Fisher also made new discoveries here. Although Omega is the mastermind of the mimicry, this guy doesn't know any hanging mind links, or level 12 psionic fluctuations. To contact your subordinates, you have to use electromagnetic waves.

After processing six terabytes of pictures, the Legion as a processor finally found clues in the Langres plateau in France.

"Intensive electromagnetic signals, and large-scale mimetic group movement!" Legion put the data in front of Fisher.

"The other party is escorting the VIP!"

"Follow the Yonne River all the way west, join the Marne River, turn to the northwest, and finally arrive in Paris. This section of the road is smooth. According to the speed of the other party, it will only take about an hour!"

"Okay, that's enough to know it's there!" Fisher closed the computer, unlocked the control of the satellite, and then quickly left the hangar.

Leaving the camp area with ease, and finding the military vehicle he had driven before, Fisher went directly to the old place to release the Raven. Calculated according to the time, Omega will have just arrived in Paris on a rainy day, and Fisher is ready to wait for the other party If you don't have a firm foothold, let's hit hard first!

Maintaining an altitude of [-] meters, the Raven hovered over Paris. The former fashion capital was no longer as prosperous as it was before. The city was dilapidated and overgrown with weeds. Less mimics are running wildly, and even the Eiffel Tower is missing half of its spire.

"Let's start!" Fisher raised his hand, and several mq101 unmanned attack aircraft emerged from the wormhole, and then these drones rolled down from a high altitude with a light barrel, and the belly magazine opened. Before the mimetic anti-aircraft fire was launched, more than a dozen incendiary bombs were dropped.

The projectile body is a round, barrel-packed incendiary bomb that cracks when it is 100 meters above the ground, and the small and exquisite bullets inside are thrown out, and then these bullets with an air-burst program are set to explode when they are five meters above the ground.

The charge mixed with white phosphorus releases high temperature, igniting all objects in the covered area, including mimics. The white phosphorus is attached to their bodies and burns continuously. Although the mimicry has no fearful thinking, the feeling of burning the body still makes people feel uncomfortable. Many mimics try to escape the area or jump into the water, and they also infect other mimics with flames as they move.

A ten-kilometer radius with the Louvre as the center was covered, and the mimetic group brought by Omega was wiped out instantly by this trick of heavenly justice.

Of course, if there are still residents in Paris, Fisher will definitely not do this, but now Paris is equivalent to a dead city, and no one will breathe. Mimicry will kill all the humans you meet. Yanquan is not a massacre. Can the matter of the human guard be called a massacre? It is a just trial!

After confirming that most of the ground was safe and the mimicry in the outer zone was still chaotic, Fisher unceremoniously led his robot army into the Louvre.

"Search for the target. Blue Alpha and larger unknown creatures are VIPs. Lethal force is prohibited. Kill all other enemies!" After giving the order, Fisher with a team of robot guards walked leisurely. Take a leisurely walk in the ruins of the Louvre.

And the robot army he released was very familiar with it, and under the guidance of the map of the Louvre uploaded to the processor long ago, it began to clear the mimicry in every room and every corridor.

Omega, who sensed that something was going wrong, desperately issued an order to the nearby subordinates to come and rescue them, but the distance was too far, and when some of the mimics who had escaped from the air raid rushed to the Louvre, they were greeted again. The c12 brigade led by abd and black bass, the red energy beams are like lightning one after another, missiles, air-burst grenades, wantonly harvesting the mimetic group that cannot sneak in the reinforced concrete city, some mimetic attempts to sneak attack through the sewer and manhole cover, But standing on top of them are war machines ranging from tens to tens of tons, and their strength is simply irresistible. After the drones in the air dropped the incendiary bombs, they began to clean the ground with machine guns. There is nowhere to escape the mimetic group covering the entire street.

If these mimics had a little bit of intelligence, they would understand the name of Fisher's incurable disease, lack of firepower phobia!

(End of this chapter)