Phew!
Boxing isn’t slow.
Just because sothing is imnsely powerful doesn’t an it’s slow; it just lacks agility.
Jack threw a straight punch, and once his punch was in motion, it was very difficult to alter its course. He thought this punch would once again force the enemy to retreat, but things were different this ti—
In the Hot Sight, two exceptionally red figures advanced instead of retreating!
As a human, one’s understanding of "movent" in combat is also based on one’s own fighting experience.
Jack was an experienced boxer, good at fighting with wide, sweeping movents. He had seen many agile and flexible opponents, but this was different.
In the milliseconds of his punch, the two enemies’ bodies bent forward in an inhuman manner!
Their spines bent completely backward, allowing them to dodge the punch like liquid and still effectively transfer the power from their stepping to their arms, thrusting two Single Molecule Blades tightly against the Power Armor’s surface towards Jack’s jaw!
Their attack was so harmonious and unified that the pair seed like robots synced by a network!
Hiss—
V, who had originally planned to go straight for the enemy’s head, gritted her teeth and changed the direction of her attack upon seeing this, but the enemy was actually even faster!
All she could do was to use her Mantis Blade to block the incoming blades!
Clang!
The tip of the Single Molecule Blade struck directly against the side of the Mantis Blade, creating a grating buzz that scratched at the eardrum, but that wasn’t the killer move!
A mber of the Slaughter Gang on the left completely blocked below the Power Armor, and each of his five fingers ejected a Poison Dart!
The active Bomb defenses were already used up!
But suddenly, Jack realized that his other arm had started to move strangely, and his body had also slightly turned sideways—
It seed as though these adjustnts were already in progress before his punch.
Boom!
His fist smashed harshly against the side of a Slaughterhouse mber’s waist, releasing imnse force upon brief contact that, combined with the enemy’s already twisted body in an ill-suited landing position, sent him crashing into the wall!
An Octopus Arm followed, striking his head, and the spike in the center of the claw fully penetrated the brain!
anwhile, Jack had eight of the ten Poison Darts deflected by the armor, with the other two only piercing the armor due to an errant angle!
Another Slaughterhouse mber was just preparing to move when he found an Octopus Arm perfectly positioned in his path!
His body twisted again, the fully chanized spine freely contorting under the motors’ action, but...
There was another Octopus Arm waiting on his other potential path.
Crack!
The two Octopus Arms swiftly constricted, trapping him firmly!
The behavior patterns in the Skill Chip went wild, driving the motors, but the incorrect posture ant the motor’s forces were completely separated, unable to form a unified direction of force.
Perhaps the Octopus Arms’ strength was no match for these cyborgs, but in such a posture, the small motors simply couldn’t restore their stance.
With artificial muscles ruptured and motors sparking intensely, this guy was eternally locked in this twisted pose.
According to the information Lille had read from these people’s mories, this was the last one.
Click.
The three Octopus Arms withdrew, and both V and Jack looked incredulously towards Lille.
Lille shook his head, almost as if anticipating the question, responded, "Just a bit of work. The Skill Chip modules these two read are also available to the others. I had Little Octopus run a simulation, and it turns out they fully entrusted their bodies to automation.
Let’s go check their control room."
The Skill Chip was indeed good; it just t its nesis.
Little Octopus excels in two aspects: in the real world, it’s a top-tier AI for coordinating movent. Forget the human form; its "original body" is an invertebrate, and it can perform any movent without surprise.
But this Skill Chip is really interesting. It can be studied later.
Sss—
The Octopus Arm nodded in the air and then dropped like a gentleman.
V put away her Mantis Blade and followed, biting her teeth inwardly, "Damn it, all geared up for nothing..."
Jack reached out to pull the Poison Darts out of his armor. The green chemical venom hissed, giving him the creeps.
He was well used to cheating death, but...
"Who is Little Octopus?"
...
[Na: Eclipse Full Body Cyborg (Imitation)]
[Description: An advanced full body prosthetic for assassination, infiltration, sabotage, kidnapping, and information gathering rolled into one.]
[The outer layer integrates the Chaleon System, using liquid crystal technology and a multi-faceted fiber optic digital system to deceive any bionic optical device.]
[A complex array of sound and a fuzzy logic processor compose the Negative Noise Eliminator to eliminate all unnecessary sounds.]
[It also cos with a high-power electronic counterasure generator and an infrared heat correction device for completion, but rember not to enable this module during intense activity, it’s still being perfected.]
[The soles are fitted with sticky rubber pads to enhance adhesion and friction, and the toes can extend and curl to aid climbing.]
[Its information gathering module is still being restored, but you bunch of killers wouldn’t need it anyway.]
[So I will just introduce its main weapon: retractable single molecule blades, using...you don’t need to know the details.]
[Right, I know you only know how to slash people, so the prosthetics also co with super Skill Chips that can make you world-class assassins.]
[Self-developed by the Brain Demon Gang, take it and use it.]
The broken prosthetics’ data was finally pieced together to reconstruct this full body prosthetic transformation’s remarks.
All components are premium, and how premium are they?
Once they appear on the market, companies would imdiately contact them to prepare to buy out this technology.
Power Armor is certainly good, but that’s a consumable used on the frontlines, and in so sense, the importance of top espionage prosthetics and Skill Chips is much higher than Power Armor.]
The rumbling sound from underground made the three mbers of the Brain Demon Gang sowhat uneasy:
The full spectrum jamming caused them to lose control over the main underground battlefield.
But...
[Elio: A standard black squad is composed of six people, Eclipse alone is worth six, remove the information gathering part, and it can still take on five.]
[Elio: Round it up, seventy elites, no matter how powerful the Power Armor, it’s useless in a space like this.]
[Sophie: Oh? Then would you mind explaining what this tremor is all about?]
[Elio: You don’t think it’s the Power Armor causing this, do you?]
[Elio: The Power Armor with this kind of strength is over two and a half ters tall. It wouldn’t stand a chance in the basent.]
[Elio: Lady, Power Armor breaking through the basent is completely...]
Boom!
The ground visibly twisted out of shape, and the three Brain Demon Gang mbers lying on chairs were simultaneously yanked down by cables...
"Fuck!" Sophie pulled off her helt, looked around the dusty room, and then grabbed the fake electric thing beside her and smashed it onto her companion!
Bang!
"How do you explain this now?"
Elio, after getting hit, blankly looked towards another companion, Raymond.
The latter was even more perplexed: "The mainfra’s decision can’t be wrong, it has the most Skill Chips, the most knowledge and skills... this tremor, this tremor..."
"This tremor is the sound of your failed ascension to heaven when the coffin board hits the ground." Sophie stood up and kicked Raymond in the liver, "The mainfra has a problem!"
All three had gone through full body prosthetic transformation, so the kick was rely a dull thud of synthetic materials.
Pain did not exist, but the crisp sound did prompt a reaction from Raymond.
"The mainfra... we should indeed check the mainfra." Raymond stood up, "But I didn’t... it couldn’t be my mother..."
"Idiot!"
The three donned their clothes and hurried along the long corridor—
The walls on both sides of the passage were like a morgue, with living people lying on crudely constructed racks, long cables extending from their necks.
Each row of people was connected to their respective row of interfaces, and at the end of these living machine racks, the cables crossed the wall uniformly, leading to another room...
Connected to the so-called mainfra.
After taking a few steps, Sophie suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking at the chanical indicator light by the door—
Red, indicating the door leading to the mainfra...
had been opened.
"Why would the mainfra have an error?" Raymond uttered puzzledly.
"Idiot, shut up, grab a gun."
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