Night Hacker

   Chapter 157 Have fun

  Machine gun strafing, flamethrowers, grenades, and all kinds of extraordinary abilities.

  Different from the cargo guys, these MTF personnel, although frightened, immediately formed an airtight line of defense.

   It's just that the gunfire from the Wilderness Team is equally dense, so they hit those points of fire.

   And there are too many alien species. They are not ordinary beasts. They are not big, but they are all extraordinary aliens. They are extremely fast and powerful, and they also release a spam that interferes with nerves.

   was fed some overclocking food before, and the fleshy spines on their backs were as red as blood.

   No matter how dense the contingent's firepower is, the alien species still penetrated the past, just like those garbage race chariots that crashed one after another, these Opportunity species seem to have found new opportunities.

   "Ah!" Several members of the death row walking squad were entangled by a group of little ghost rats that jumped at them.

  When the distance between the two sides is too close, the heavy fire and heat weapons become inapplicable, otherwise, even their own people will be injured and killed.

   They had to switch to pistols, and even the pistols ricocheted.

   Warrior, Assassin, Hunter, Exorcist, Butcher…

Some warriors unfolded the casing and crushed the little ghost rat with tremendous force; some butchers entered a clockwork orange state, locked their personality integrity, and swung their butcher knives; some hunters used neural invasion, but the strange information from the alien species almost wiped them out. backlash.

  The biggest problem is that there are too many, too many! Burning like wild grass.

   Some chance species also brought voodoo, albeit slight voodoo data.

   Once a hunter or other professional extraordinary person establishes a neural connection in a certain way, it is almost equivalent to sending it to the door by himself. Once voodoo poisoning, it also means that the personality cube of the spiritual network is exposed.

The personality cubes of    task force personnel, some are scattered, some are concentrated in the Xinwang tavern with a strong firewall.

   Those team members who were voodoo suddenly began to have headaches, and seemed to be pulled and attacked by the mind network.

   "Captain, there are still people in the Wilderness Network!"

   "The Heart Net team may be in trouble, these lines are not quite right."

   "A lot of people, a lot of each other, a lot of cyber cowboys!"

Before the    Wilderness Mobile Task Force performs tasks and enters the battlefield, there will be a Xinwang operation team entering the Xinwang network and guarding the corresponding Xinwang tavern, which is to prevent such a stolen back door.

   Their bodies can be fine, but their personalities are defeated by the enemy from the heart network, resulting in crashed death.

   As more and more personnel have mental problems, the monitoring equipment of the Xinwang operation group is indicating that the contingent is not only facing this wasteland battlefield, but also another Xinwang battlefield.

   Soon, a scout from the Xinwang Operation Group successfully forcibly went offline, and brought back surprising news with a breather:

   "It exploded inside. The wilderness must have deliberately spread the coordinates. Many cyber cowboys are appearing everywhere... The impact of the information they formed is too great, and the firewall can't hold it anymore. We are going away with everyone's Rubik's Cube..."

  Someone in the wilderness not only manipulated this heterogeneous group, but also motivated various network cowboys in it.

   Those cyber cowboys and information ghosts are just like these little ghost mice on the field at this time.

   Those experienced captains have long since darkened, and they are immediately doing various new command and dispatch.

  Since the heart net was blown up, it was not enough for all of them to put in, so they had to disperse and hide again. Those who have been exposed and intruded will immediately enter the heart net and leave.

   And here, the exorcist team connects them and cleans the voodoo so that they can get rid of their tails in their hearts.

   But the situation is too complicated, there may be nerve damage to the exorcist, like Judy Dickinson before.

   Everyone, don’t have neural connections with aliens, maybe one has voodoo, don’t expose your personality cube!

   However, in this way, the contingent will lose many combat means. If they do not retreat, they will be forced to engage in close physical combat with this group of opportunistic species, which will inevitably cause greater casualties.

   Now, there have been casualties, and there are signs of rout in the Wasteland Battlefield and the Heart Net Battlefield.

  These elite squads, hundreds of people, should have come to sweep the battlefield, but now, they have to ask for support again.

   "The chance race group was manipulated, it should be the leader of the race. The leader is here. On those trucks, the distance will not be far. Only in this way will the other alien species of the race be obedient."

   "But now kill the leader, these little devil rats won't leave, they haunt us..."

  Although Opportunity Species are not very intelligent, they are not machines, they still have their wisdom and logic.

   Now they have already recognized that they are the enemy. If the rat king is killed by them, they will go crazy even more. They fight to the death like human beings. Killing the rat king is not necessarily a good thing.

  The wilderness is too well prepared this time, and there are masters in it.

   This judgment of several teams was confirmed almost immediately, and they didn't even have to look for it.

   On a long truck in the distance, there is a particularly huge opportunistic species, with colorful thorns, it should be the rat king.

It looked like a mad mouse, it must be being played with by a manipulator, and it turned and danced towards a group of MTF personnel, shaking its thorns, spinning in circles, like some wasteland dancer .

Many people in the    Wilderness Team, who understood what was going on, laughed out loud.

   "Damn, haha!" Lorna also laughed, "Vivienne, it's so **** sometimes."

   "Uh, Vivian, it's really special." Gu He muttered, also very strange.

  Suddenly, while the rat king was spinning in circles, he raised his paws to rub the thorns on his back, and his movements became more and more arrogant.

   That manipulator is having fun!

   "Behead the Rat King!" The leader of the death row walking team still made a decision, "The main chain of voodoo is where the Rat King is. If you kill it, other alien voodoos may become ineffective."

   A beheading team composed of assassins came out quickly and was about to perform beheading tasks as usual.

   At the same time, Gerd, Kari and other members of the forest patrol team, as well as members of the Ronin Society, these dead species who want to fight to the death rushed up, not only to defend the rat king, but also to avenge the dead tribe folks.

  The army of freaks from the Good Day Circus is also charging, some of whom were once the remnants of a certain tribe.

   They banished themselves, but even their minds were deformed, so that they could calm down.

  Free people, trash people, motorcades, and chance species are now galloping like a flood, fighting side by side.

   "Wow!" Lorna drove this garbage chariot with almost only a rusted frame. The front of the car had no windshield, and the back was sprayed with strong black smoke.

   In order to hide their identities, she and Gu He also wore wild cowboy clothes and a smiley face mask of a cyber cowboy.

   At this time, she took a bazooka on the car, lifted it on her shoulder, aimed at a tank in the group of contingent vehicles through the gap of the frame, pressed the trigger to fire, and it was done.

   Magnetic! The rockets flew out of the car immediately, and in a flash, they banged and hit the target tank.

   She is having fun too!

  Gu He sat on the co-pilot, his heartbeat continued to accelerate, almost faster than this broken car.

   Growing up in a peaceful era, how could he have experienced such a battlefield intertwined with blood and flesh. There have been no casualties before in the Soul Network, the castle and the streets of Kabukicho.

   But now, bullets are flying, artillery fire is staggered, nerve blood threads are fluttering, and thousands of cars are galloping.

   His adrenaline, dopamine, hormones, and other ghost indicators in his body are all secreting like crazy.

   He took a deep breath, almost breathless, there was a hint of excitement, the integrity of his personality must be declining.

  【Compilation progress of Q-level program "Holy Grail": 99%】

   woo woo —

  At the same time that the main combat personnel and the Opportunity Race group were holding back those mobile task forces, the various convoys on the wasteland sounded the horns of retreat, whether or not the containers were full, and began to enter the planned retreat stage.

  Retreat is not done all at once, and retreat is also a battle of chasing each other.

   However, after a while, the rumbling sound of the high-speed train sounded again, or people retreating or fighting saw that a freight train was approaching from the direction of the east freight center.

   That was the reinforcements called by the Mobile Task Force.

What    placed on the train plate was not a container, but a terrifying figure of a group of giant aliens.

   (end of this chapter)