As the front fortress south of the Madon Rift Valley, the Rock Top Fortress was armed by hundreds of large and small muzzles. At this moment, the sweeping sandstorm had already enveloped the entire fortress.

A RV covered in yellow sand pierced out of a sand tide like a drill bit, and the sand tide that was tangled and flowing suddenly hovered in front of the muzzle that was aimed at countless moments:

"Don't shoot! Here is the e49 lineup! I am Lieutenant Gao Shanwen, please open the door immediately!!"

The closed door indicator light flashed, and a blurry screen flashed:

"E49 line up, please report your army number and indicate the commander number."

"e49-269. Commander number e1561200268. We encountered the enemy's biological weapons and suffered heavy losses. We asked to return to the team immediately!"

After the screen was silent for a while, a sound came again in the wind and sand:

"Lt. Takayama Man, you are not the commander of the e49 queue. We need to confirm with your superiors."

"The captain is seriously injured at the moment. Stop talking nonsense. We all need treatment!!"

The screen fell into silence again, and a sound came slowly under Gao Shanwen's urging:

"You can come in, but we have detected two unknown living bodies on your current vehicle. Both the vehicle and the unknown person need to be tested."

The heavy door finally opened, and the bright light illuminated the flying wind and sand through the cracks of the door, and the RV slowly drove in.

"It seems that your lieutenant is not heavyweight enough."

Relying on the driver's seat, Turing glanced at the soldier behind him who was blushing with his face.

Under the huge noise of the sandstorm, he had to yell hard at the top of his throat to let his voice be heard from the other side of the gate.

Although the RV has undergone the transformation of the phantom limb, due to direction issues, Turing and his group inevitably rushed into the sandstorm.

Entering the steel fortress in the yellow sand and drilling out a brightly lit passage, a group of fully armed soldiers instantly stopped the vehicle, followed by a small white medical unit.

"Everyone gets out of the car immediately and is inspected!"

A group of people covered with yellow sand got off the car. Turing and Olicia were covered with a lot of fabric, and a lot of yellow sand was shaken off at each step. The two foxes had turned into large local dogs at this moment, and they began to shake the sand on their bodies as if they were caught from the car. The soldiers rescued in the middle of the journey were even more miserable, covered with wounds, and all over their bodies seemed to be fished out of the sand.

The leading executioner confirmed his identity while the medical team on the other side quickly stepped forward and carried several people onto a smart stretcher.

"You two, stop."

The executioner called out Turing and Olicia who were preparing to follow the medical unit. As soon as he opened his mouth, the two foxes with wild teeth spinning like teeth were sprinkled with sand on their faces, and their movements and tone were instantly silent.

"Ouch! Sorry, sorry... come here!" Turing caught the two foxes and pulled them back, "The wind and sand outside are a bit heavy."

The executioner smeared the sand on his face armor stiffly, and his helmet slowly opened, revealing a cold face, pointing a muzzle at the two of them:

"I don't have time to know your identities and names. But you'd better have an identity and a sufficient guarantee. Otherwise we can only send you away, whether it's sand or raining outside."

For the strict frontline, Turing and Olicia are equivalent to unknown people. Here, no business card, identity, or ID card is guaranteed to be useful:

"They are war correspondents, we guarantee them!!"

The soldier who had a good chat with Turing in the car stumbled back, and a doctor was chasing behind him:

"They are reporters from Yezhou. They saved our lives. According to the mercenary system, they will issue temporary passes to them."

"reporter?"

The executioner glanced at Turing and the others, stayed on the two big foxes for a moment, and then looked at the cameras loaded with yellow sand on the RV.

"Drive your broken car in. Then accept the arrangement. If there are any abnormal behaviors, Wushi Heavy Industry has the right to shoot you unconditionally. Do you understand?"

"Of course, sir." Turing nodded with a smile.

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It is somewhat similar to the situation in Gema City. The Rock Top Fortress was originally a settlement city. It is located in the sandstone area around this rift valley, and is located in the center of an extremely huge sandstone. At this moment, it has been converted into a heavily guarded large fortress by Wushi Heavy Industry, but the environment of some cities is still retained.

The entire fortress is almost closed around, with only two known exits, and they are all blocked by multiple gates. The fortress with comprehensive blockade capabilities can even completely isolate the sandstorm. The fortress is connected by the central system and has multiple downward blocking walls and turrets on the periphery. Inside the fortress, it is divided into the center and the periphery.

The periphery is a town of Banga that combines sandstone and high-tech, with living areas such as taverns, residences, vendors, etc., and is also an area where locals and mercenaries are active. The center is the most closely protected Wushi Heavy Industry, with research institutes, military station areas and various top-secret military facilities. From the soldier, he learned that except for those who hold passes, people who are not Wushi Heavy Industry can enter and exit the only military hall, anywhere in the center, as long as people who are not Wushi Heavy Industry enter.

The soldiers Turing temporarily rescued did indeed bring considerable convenience. Because the other party belonged to the regular company of Wushi Heavy Industry, after the pass was issued, he owned the [War Bond] issued by the other party, which brought him a small station that could be repaired. It was a small warehouse rented by a former mercenary team, equipped with car repair equipment and enclosed space.

The Wu Heavy Industry Force here is mainly divided into company troops and mercenaries, and is also routinely organized by almost all participating forces in Bangan. However, the pass obtained by Turing was divided into third-party special personnel, which is the veritable "war correspondent".

Here, the identity of war correspondents is even more special than Turing imagined. They are regarded as a special intelligence personnel. Under the unique communication interference of the Bangka Modern War, war correspondents seem to act as some "human newspapers". War correspondents wandering around, no matter who they work for, can always bring about the flow of battlefield information.

"Sir, what are we going to do next?"

After everything was settled, Olicia sat in the newly renovated RV, watching Turing fiddle with the corpses of those demonic weapons.

"Try to find the troops of Wilson Company and then cross the battlefield to [Carles]. Someone may have used my coat as a 'artifact'."

"Coat..." The little genius was full of questions.

"Nothing." Releasing the phantom limbs, Turing basically determined these demonic weapons structures from the traitors.

The severe lack of steel bone protein means that the content of demon gods is extremely low and can only be converted into the most basic active state, that is, active flesh and blood. Such demon weapons are basically a fool to produce demon god organs. This further proves that the root sect has not even touched the fur of demon god technology, and can only rely on the diluted decarbonization liquid to convert combat power in batches.

The combat power of this demon weapon, calculated to the actual quality value, is similar to the flower-branched rats that Turing first experimented.

But the Genocide is not only that. In Turing's calculation, they should have received some kind of scientific and technological assistance, because relying solely on this kind of lime, they cannot fight with the Wu family heavy industry in Jiuke, the past night. Moreover, the silver illusion limbs make their amplitude transmission body unable to perceive. Turing did not stop thinking about this matter along the way.

He initially calculated that it was just a means of shielding.

It's like a layer of film covering it, but as long as it is pierced, it will be useless.

In the bodies of these inferior demon weapons, Olicia, who was responsible for the dissection, discovered a highly stimulating radiation device. It was damaged at this moment, but was easily repaired by Turing. This is a radiation device that can give pain, controlled by very low-level remote control signals. On the battlefield of Banga's strong interference, the transmission distance of this signal is no more than one hundred meters. In other words, someone in the Traitor Cult hid near the RV at that time to control these demon weapons.

The essence of the phantom limb is also a demonic weapon. The phantom limb has the consciousness of micro inheritance. Inferred in this way, similar means should be used to stimulate the phantom to "ignor" its connection with itself. But further, can it be a nanoworm in the insect nest?

After sorting out the information, Turing basically confirmed the next step.

But at this moment, his figure shook.

This obvious abnormality made Olicia notice:

"Mr. Gray Fox, what's wrong?"

Turing shook his head:

"I'll go and replace these corpses with the so-called [war bonds] and collect some information by the way."

"What about me?" Olicia blinked.

"You just stay here, look at Shagara and the animals, and continue our previous experiments."

Turing pulled out the lizard pistol and signaled it, then knocked Nortes on the head:

"As for Black Mudba, come with me."

"Be careful all the way, Mr. Gray Fox."

"Um."

After bagging several demonic weapons corpses, Turing pulled over the dusty cart in the garage and took the corpses to the military hall.

Before leaving Gma City, he planted seeds around the messenger's administrative residence and on his vehicles.

Just now, through the amplitude propagation body, he found that the messenger of Gema City had left, but not on his own, but on the east.

The messenger obviously went to the World Tree, but went in the opposite direction, which was simply unreasonable.

After thinking for a moment, Turing temporarily buried this possible variable in his heart and turned it back to his eyes.

If you want to understand the situation of the Traitor Cult, find Kahn's traces, and understand the situation between the two sides and the research progress of Wushi Heavy Industry on inferior demonic weapons, the best way is naturally to directly penetrate into Wushi Heavy Industry's information network.
Chapter completed!