New York, Flushing (f-shing, ny)

The smoke filled the ground, ruins everywhere, and the streets with explosions and howlings one after another, a camouflage taxi flashed and crossed the middle of the street. The building remains that kept falling off the body of the car, causing the beautiful optical camouflage to be damaged to varying degrees.

Especially a hideous scratch that ran across the right body completely destroyed the beauty of this urban parade.

The windows in the cockpit were not all raised, and the crisp electronic sounds from the intelligent brain on the car could be vaguely heard.

"Discover mutant genes and start the cure procedure."

"Complete gene annotation and activate nanoworm swarms."

"The division and proliferation are completed and phagocytize mutant genes."

"Mutant gene clearance, repair gene defects."

"Repair is completed, vital signs are smooth. Start the wake-up program, electric shock countdown of the cerebral cortex, 3, 2, 1!"

"Oh..." With a hoarse and painful cry, the taxi driver suddenly opened his eyes. He took a few deep breaths, thrust his neck hard, and lifted his drowsy head from the steering wheel. Suddenly remembered something terrible, and his eyes quickly turned to his arms.

The thick and powerful right arm was still the only one brought back from the battlefield, the familiar bullet mark. Even the row of stitches left by the medical stapler were quite a few. But... what about the porcupine-like thorns that kept drilling out of the pores before...

Disappeared?

"UJR, what happened?" The code names of all car-mounted intelligent brains are ujr. Only between the intelligent brain and the intelligent brain can there be a detailed identity serial number distinction. This binary code with extremely high security secret keys is impossible for humans to remember. So for convenience, all car-mounted intelligent brains are affectionately called ujr by their respective drivers. Even veterans have lost their names and used their respective license plate numbers to identify their identity.

"A secondary response event occurs, and the sweeper mode is activated." The vehicle-mounted intelligent brain gave the simplest and clearest answer.

"Wow..." The driver's eyes lit up. All camouflage taxi drivers knew from the first day that different from the driving modes of ordinary cars: normal mode, snow mode, mud mode, sand mode, and sports mode, the driving mode of UJR Urban Cluster Ranger is divided into: Ranger mode (rove), Sweeper mode (color epe), attacker mode (storme), Terminator mode (ter fan nato) and Destroyer mode (destroye).

However, after searching through the various buttons in the cockpit, I couldn't find a way to activate the other four driving modes. This has also become one of the biggest mysteries in the minds of veteran drivers.

Now, the answer is right in front of you.

The veteran driver who was so excited that he could not help himself completely forgot that he was still frightened by the terrifying mutations that had happened to his body the previous second. Having said that, the veterans who crawled out of the pile of dead people had not much to be afraid of except for fear of themselves.

Taking a deep breath, and looking at the unlocking interface that was so simple that it could not be more concise on the high-tech holographic windshield window, a trace of solemnity that had not been seen for a long time suddenly rose in the heart of the veteran driver. This indescribable sense of mission seemed to have only been there when he first walked onto the battlefield.

"UJR, Boss's ten times the salary, it's just this day." Before reaching out to unlock the phone, the driver suddenly asked with a smile.

"Yes." What came from the mind of the car Zhizhi was a strange but familiar male voice! The veteran driver seemed to be wrapped in a hard heart as hard as "All Metal Case", and was inexplicably excited. Because, the person who answered him was the lord in his mouth. He returned to New York safely from Geneva.

"Received, ss." The veteran pressed his thumb without hesitation.

"Sweeper mode is activated." Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!

It seemed as if the entire instrument panel was alive in the sky and the ground! There were always various high-tech modules, rising from the open panels, and rushing towards his body!

The veteran's poor vocabulary and overdrafted imagination are simply unable to describe what is happening in front of him.

After a burst of crackling sounds filled with the unique combination of high-tech modules, the body was wrapped tightly in a thick shell! The eyes became dark again and the whole head was also trapped in!

The brief silence, a dark horizontal middle line of the perspective, was suddenly divided into two halves of the upper and lower halves by a rapidly elongated light.

On the horizontal mid-division line, this increasingly brighter light suddenly expanded outward, illuminating the darkness of the upper and lower halves.

By the time the light that illuminated all the perspectives gradually faded, the veteran finally returned to his normal vision.

However, those code segments that seem to be floating in front of you, and lines of code that keeps flashing upwards, and prompt boxes that keep popping up and disappearing all show that this is not a normal human perspective.

Fortunately, the car-mounted intelligent brain quickly solved his doubts: "The Iron Man 3-type power armor was assembled, the entire system was running normally, the quantum communication chain was activated, the secret key was uploaded, and the identity verification was successful. Connect to the core database, retrieve the 3.01 armor operation instructions and the 1.18 combat teaching module, aim at the blank hippocampus, and prepare for memory burning. Countdown, 3, 2, 1..."

"Buzz" the head sounded, and the scalp was numb as if it was exploded. The veteran subconsciously closed his eyes. His consciousness was like a wild horse that was rid of its reins, and rushed forward quickly with the white light tunnel that flew backwards in his mind. I don't know how long it took, the tunnel of light suddenly disappeared.

The world was spinning, as if the consciousness that was washed into the sewer again was twisted with the whole world.

I don't know how long it took.

As the dizziness gradually became able to bear, the veteran opened his eyes hard. At the moment of opening his eyes, the twisted world and the inverted perspective magically restored their level together.

It's still the terrible and broken neighborhood.

Without the perspective of the code segment and prompt box, it is rare to be clear. Looking closely, there is only a soft light prompt in the upper left corner, which is constantly flashing.

Before the veteran could ask, a new memory kept pouring in like a tide.

All questions that veterans want to know can provide easy-to-understand, accurate and detailed answers.

That feeling is like a real-time adventure with yourself.

"So that's how it is." The veteran tried to concentrate, and the on-board intelligent brain immediately accepted the brain wave signal sent by him and completed the feedback.

The communication interface of the power armor quickly pops up from the right viewing angle.

The gasps, shouts, shouts, curses, calls for reinforcements, requests for rescue, tactical codes, attack codes... all kinds of noises gathered in my ears.

The veteran was in tears.

This is the battlefield he is familiar with...

"CT10086 calls for reinforcements, I am trapped in the Flushing subway station! Damn, I have women and children in the back row!"

Hearing his companion call for help, the veteran came to his senses: "ct10086, I am ct10010, I received the message and prepared to go. It's over."

"Come on, man! One hundred thousand is urgent! It's over!"

Taking a deep breath, the veteran driver was about to hold the steering wheel, and the holographic window and his holographic eyepiece illuminated the warning at the same time (why is it a warning rather than an alarm, it is very simple: the light is faster than sound).

With a loud bang, the heavy car body flew out horizontally and crashed into the convenience store in the middle of the street.

Fragments flew across. A monster with a skin scale that was completely invisible was holding its head and howling in place. The twisted sound waves even interfered with the electronic equipment in the car.

"Level 3 beastly mutation humans. Body alienation, tissue regeneration, biochemical scales, bioelectric field, and electromagnetic sensitivity." The vehicle-mounted intelligent brain has found similar mutation model from the constantly updated mutation database of Statton Island.

"Received!" The veteran driver tried hard to open the car door. When he saw the large piece of optical camouflage that was intact but exposed the primer, he suddenly turned red with his eyes. He thought that a three-inch-long scratch had made him feel distressed for many days, but now he was peeled off a layer of skin by this dog fork!

"Scrape my car?!"

Pull out a super cool Gauss assault rifle from the armrest box and swept the bullets!

"Damn it, trash!"

Scarlet rays came out violently from the muzzle!

The mutant man who felt the crisis of death was digging the ground with his feet and struggled to hold his body in the face of the death barrage!

However, the hard cuticles and scales exploded like cardboard shells and broke into a bloody rain!

Tatta Tatta Tatta

It was not until the rage in his heart and the magazine that the veteran suddenly released the trigger.

Except for stuffing the new magazine into the magazine cabin, everything is extremely smooth. Just as the genetic memory of the clone Chris stored Chris's original body's powerful combat instinct, the combat skills that this life-death veteran honed in the ten-year war against terrorism have long hidden genes and integrated into his bloodline. It has become an instinct!

It's just a change of gun!

Alarmed by the noise made when his companions were split, the nearby mutant people began to gather in the middle of the street.

"Start the mutant gene radar." Through the quantum data link, the intelligent brain that controls the camouflage taxi and the Iron Man kinetic armor (remember to be different from the power armor) immediately activated the high-tech radar integrated by UJR, and shared it with the veteran's individual armor in real time through the quantum information chain.

"Target group locking, attack order and attack mode optimization are completed." The intelligent brain is extremely powerful.

In a daze, I became a veteran driver of future soldiers and gradually realized what high technology is.

Taking a deep breath, the two balls of bat monsters that were swooping down were jumping around with no regular chest bullets, and lifting the barrel steadily.

despair!

The line of fire was rushing. The bat banshee exploded into flesh and blood.

Turn your wrist and quickly cross the sky. After a few shots, you cleaned up the flying monster.

The muzzle was pulled back and fired towards him. The escaper who rushed out of the ground suddenly hit him and collapsed into pieces. The soles of his feet shook, and before the sharp claws broke through the ground, the warrior flipped backwards, and the muzzle pressed down, and the lines of fire penetrated the fragile asphalt road, blasting the attacker into chicken fertilizer (you read that right!)! After landing, he knelt on one knee, and in the rumbling of the giant, strange and fishy tone that had been rumbling, he gently sent the left hand holding the barrel.

The electromagnetic grenade whizzed away, shattering a thick and hard fang and piercing it straight into the mouth.

The bloody bone pieces inserted the entire street into a hedgehog, and the world was covered with scarlet red! Especially the bone spurs and the roof with wet and hot miasma were soaked! The drizzle of intestinal organs and minced meat fell down. The bloody rain splashed the lower half of the building and scarlet red.

One person shot and cleared the street veterans, and hurried into the cockpit before the bloodshot: "Call ct10086, ct10010 is heading for rescue. Hold on, man."

"Received! Add a little tighter, man."

Chasing the blood rain, UJR sped away, and the airborne intelligent brain that had been detecting various biological signs of the veteran in the background, becoming more and more satisfied.

The face does not blush, the heart does not be beating. The action is steady and accurate. The gun is fatal and the hands are never ruthless.

This is the veteran.

The world-destroying craze formed by the mutant people was originally thinking that a wave would overturn the entire New York. As a result, when the waves receded, the war forts and war machines that were built by Wu Chen were all over the city, like stubborn reefs, standing proudly!

After 100,000 war drivers activated the Sweeper mode one after another, transforming into future warriors. The arrogant mutant army was beaten to cerebral palsy!

All kinds of sourness, oh, don’t stop, don’t stop!

A group of dirty, sticky, watery and hot natives, do you understand what it is called high-tech?
Chapter completed!