At the beginning, scientists who stayed underground before the outbreak of nuclear war did not interfere more with the surface world where a full-scale thermonuclear war broke out.

Then they found that the impact of the full-scale thermonuclear war was much more exaggerated than the calculations estimated.

...The scars in the sky really made these scientists have the intention to save the world.

As a result, due to the nerd spirit, some conflicts arise with the remaining residents on the wasteland.

After calculating, the rest of the people found that if they wanted to save the world...even if they just saved the small piece of wasteland above their heads, it would directly affect their daily lives.

So before the boiling blood was boiling, it immediately cooled down.

Especially later, synthesis and molecular transmission technologies have made great progress.

These scientists even took the wasteland above their heads as their own test site.

As soon as the army, which claimed to be the "Human Innovation Alliance", came on stage, the academy learned about the other party's existence.

Before the academy thought about how to deal with these uninvited guests, the army began to catch the synths all over the streets.

The academy, who discovered that the visitor was bad, immediately broke the connection between all the surface synthesisers.

The "synthetic" hunter in the mission also withdrew from the base before being discovered.

This spirit of a strong man is commendable.

They even have the idea that if they do this, the other party will only leave here after a vain effort.

Even if the other party stays on it, there is no problem. The scientists at the academy believe that the ability of synthesizing people to make fakes and real things happen.

As long as you understand how the opponent detects synthetic humans and develops targeted things, the other party will sooner or later become a new test product.

It’s a pity that they underestimated the strength of the "People Revolutionary League" and that Dr. Braun, a great scientist who had presided over the design of this underground research base, had already jumped to the opposite camp.

When the third "important" trial was declared to fail because of the shaking.

Dr. Virgil from the biological science department rushed out of the laboratory where he had been home for more than half a month with an angry look on his face.

While rushing, he shouted: "I have repeated it so many times! My experiment must not be disturbed! What are you doing...well...you?"

Dr. Virgil rushed into the hall and suddenly found a feeling of tension in the underground space where the atmosphere was originally relaxed and soothing.

Those college scientists and assistants who have always put on a high-profile attitude when facing "wasteland residents" and "synthetics", are looking up at the ceiling with a nervous and confused expression.

Dr. Virgil subconsciously looked at the sky with him, and only saw the top of the underground base, which was decorated with light like star shells, making a rhythmic shaking.

"Someone wants to break the base shell from outside!!" The nerd at least reacted to what was going on.

"What? This is a thousand meters underground! With the skills of people outside, they will only bury themselves in the middle!" A scientist opposed loudly.

"Of course I don't know why the other party dug so deep. I just know that the other party has dug up to our heads!" Dr. Allen, the leader of the college's synthetic man branch, said to the synthetic man beside him after he finished speaking:

"Stop recycling of the first generation of synthetics, distribute weapons to everyone, and tell Kroger to bring his father to a safe place!"

"Abide by the order!" The third generation of synthetic men, who seemed to be no different from ordinary people, saluted.

Soon, the first-generation synthetics with only metal skeletons, the second-generation synthetics with a layer of artificial leather on the outside of the body, and the synthetics who were no different from normal people all picked up their weapons and gathered in the lobby of the college base.

At the same time, these weapons that can emit condensation beams (zishuiqiang) were also arranged in the hands of every natural person according to Dr. Allen's order.

Many scientists who have never touched weapons in their lives almost hurt their own people because of fire.

The messy situation did not affect the vibration of the base shell.

Accompanied by a harsh friction, the last layer of protective shell was pierced by a metal drill bit.

The drill bit, which became red due to overheating of friction, just passed the last line of defense, melted the nearby line with its own heat.

The star-like ceiling lights immediately went out half.

"Oh, this is impossible..." The scientist who shouted this sentence didn't know what was impossible.

After the first drill bit appeared, more drill bits appeared and broke through the shell of the college base.

The drill bits were drilling and breaking the shell without stopping, but continued to rotate and wanted to drill down.

Scientists and assistants who have never faced this kind of scenario, except for a very small number of people selected from the wasteland residents, such as Dr. Virgil, who had just been furious, can still remain calm.

Everyone else screamed in disguise.

They ran away with their heads in their arms and didn't look at where the road was. In order to avoid the "master" synthesizer, the originally neatly arranged formation became chaotic.

Although Dr. Allen, the leader of the synthetic department, still remembers ordering fire, unfortunately, in this chaotic scene, he could not concentrate on fire at all...even the attacks were lacking.

However, judging from the effects of the condensing beams in the hit, it seems that even if the fire is concentrated, there is not much difference.

Soon, the first drilling rig completed all the drilling tasks, and the cylinder of five or six meters high hit the fountain in the middle of the college base in the form of a free fall.

Perhaps it was the last ornamental fountain in the Wasteland World, which turned into ruins under this blow.

Just as the synth nearby was holding the weapon, he approached the main body of the drill rig with a loud "duang".

The shell more than one foot thick was kicked away from the inside, and the closest synthetic man was smashed into a biscuit by the shell because he couldn't dodge.

"Damn it! Why come in head-down!" As the commando captain, an inner ring chief who participated in the battle to board the alien mothership, rolled out of the landing warehouse with a head-down posture and said with embarrassment.

"Who are you? Do you know where this place is?" Dr. Allen, the head of the college's synthetic branch, said with courage as he looked at the deterrent style of Thunder-type power armor.

When the Chief Inner Ring heard this question, he glanced at Dr. Alan. When he was about to make a war cry, he suddenly remembered His Majesty Mishan's request before leaving.

After quickly mobilizing the lines to "Academic Scientist" in the display screen in front of him, he coughed lightly and said seriously:

"After the resolution of the Council of the Supreme Lords of the Alliance, the arrest procedures against you are now carried out on the name of suspected crimes against humanity, crimes against civilization, and war crimes."

"You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will become a presentation at the time of judgment."

“…Is that right?”

Putting aside the last sentence, it was obviously a cute line, and the content expressed in the first half made Dr. Allen fall into a state of confusion.

Crimes against humanity? Crimes against civilization? War crimes? These crimes have not appeared in this world for many years.

However, before Dr. Alan thought about how to mock the guy in front of him, the head of a three-generation synthesizer flew past his eyes... Dr. Alan still remembers the other party's identity, the hunter RX-66, whose combat power is second only to Kroger.

More and more people were smashed into the drill bits inside the academy, and soldiers in the Red-painted Thunder Armor were drilled out in front of Dr. Alan.

For example, the Inner Ring Chief was lucky enough to meet a "academic scientist" as soon as he came out, most of the other soldiers encountered synthetic men who were blocking them.

According to Mi Shan's order, before the opponent put down his weapons and surrenders, you only need to "cut the head" against the synthetic man.

So the result was that a Shiba Inu sitting on the Brass Throne was staring at the pile of synthetic human heads in front of him with a blank look on his face... Is this thing really a head?

Recently, these employees under my command... Cough, great devil, why are the heads of the tribute so strange?

Do you have to hold a meeting of employees to guide them on how to identify their heads?
Chapter completed!