Steel Steam and Flame

Thoughts have been colliding in his head, and these savings are enough for him to go to the Common Country of Far Seas, find a better skilled mechanic, upgrade the materials of his mechanized transformation parts and follow-up upgrades. Funds are invested in this, and then there will be a substantial improvement visible. But when you invest in a surgical development project, you get only a piece of information, and its usefulness is unknown, and it takes two or three years to complete.

Pigou knew that not only the post-phase continent, but also the left-phase and right-phase continents, the development of various depths of surgery is the constant mainstream, and mechanized transformation only exists in a small group of groups. This group is divided into two extremes, one is because there is no surgical development project resources, there is no way to obtain it, and it has to be mechanized. The other is that there is no shortage of anything in hand, and the mechanized transformation is also to cooperate with their own surgical development projects. Whether it is materials or technology, the latter is customized and implemented by the top scientific research team.

The difference between the poor and the rich is probably the best expression on this point.

Suppressing his thoughts, Pigou poured another glass of wine and drank. His stomach was slightly warmed by the action of alcohol. He returned to his position in a few steps, thinking about the possibility of Lieutenant Colonel Cromwell being marginalized, and the judgment of where his savings over the past few years should be used. Pigou felt that The constant sound of "di-di" and the patrol report that circulates every few minutes are more annoying than ever.

"I'll go out and have a look. I'll be back in about an hour." Pigou stood up and took his communicator. "I'm optimistic about the patrol situation in various areas, and immediately notify me if something is abnormal."

Most of the main control room is under the ground. After Pigou walked up the stairs, the faint cool breeze finally calmed his mood a lot. Not knowing where he was going, Pigou walked aimlessly along the concrete road in front of the control room. The patrol team that came across on the way didn't forget to nod and greet him. When there were only street lights around, Pigou sat on a shield next to him and sighed.

Two different ideas were still struggling in his head. At this time, Pigu remembered the structure of the rebel forces, and recalled the experience of leaving the Kingdom of Chir to perform tasks over the years. Finally, it can be said that Acheson, the most powerful surgeon among the rebel forces, seemed to stand in front of Pigou.

These things became the driving force behind Pigu's decision at the moment, making him seem to have found his way in the struggle of thinking. Now that he made up his mind, Pigou realized that he might be really impatient. After stepping out of the general control room, although he used to move around in the air defense base without a purpose, when Pigou came back to his senses, he realized that his direction had always been the resting place of the temporary captain of the imperial surgery team.

When the air defense base was constructed, it was designed according to the layout of most factories. Several accommodation buildings that matched the area of ​​the factory were separated by more than 100 meters from the iron field and sheds, with grass, a few small woods, and some common Exercise facilities are isolated.

From a distance, there are still lights on several rest floors. Pigou looked for it, and through the gaps between a few small woods, he saw that the room of Temporary Captain Freeman was still lit, and it had been slightly suppressed. He wanted to wait until the daytime mood to grow again tomorrow.

The mood became a little agitated, and his thoughts moved quickly. Pigou was thinking about how to get what he wanted with as little price as possible. The part that can be saved is a part, even if it is very small, you can replace several important parts of the body later. He looked so attentive that when he walked through the green belt, Pigou didn't react at all to the withering silence around him. For sound or something, the electrical signals converted by the ears were probably ignored by him as trash feedback.

Out of the green belt, Pigou slowed down, a picture of a child carrying a huge sum of money to the store to buy his favorite toy carefully. He knows that surgical development materials are precious things even in the Empire of San Dorag, so when he slows down, he is trying his best to think about how to make the opponent attracted by his own conditions.

Before coming to a rest building, Freeman's room was on the first floor, and the captain-level treatment was given to Freeman alone on the first floor, just like Pigou himself. And as far as the air defense base is concerned, there is a huge difference between the number of people and the number of rooms on several rest floors, and the rooms are very rich.

Suppressing his own mood, Pigou shouted "Captain Freeman", and when he was about to knock on the door, he saw that the door would naturally crack open, and a little light immediately leaked out. Eyes down, where the door handle was covered with a thick solid wood head, the iron sheet was slightly decayed. Under the light, Pigu's pupils immediately shrank.

The door was supposed to be locked, but it would dissociate. It seems that, no, the lock body that functions as a "lock" has been completely corroded by some kind of strong acid, and one lock body remains in the wall.

The moment Pigou took a sigh of relief, he walked sideways to the door, kicked the door open, and at the same time he pulled out the pistol, he also took out the communicator. The general control room must be notified so that all personnel are on the highest level of alert, and they must be prepared to report the situation to the mine at any time after determining the situation. Although he was unwilling to come here, Pigou knew the importance of the air defense base.

"Shit!" The sound of friction immediately echoed in the corridor. Before Pigou pressed the button of the communicator, a tactical knife came from behind, accurately finding a few pieces of alloy plates embedded in his neck for protection. The gap pierced the entire throat. The assailant immediately released the tactical knife and slammed the communicator in Pigu's hand, causing it to be broken into pieces in Pigu's hand.

Unprepared at all, Pigou never even noticed that there was someone hiding behind him~www.ltnovel.com~ Blood emerged from his throat and mouth uncontrollably. Pigou immediately twisted his neck, twisted and rushed in. Freeman's room.

The fast beating heart and the insufficient supply of air left him no time to recognize the smell in the room. But the blood that had flowed to the floor was enough to show that Freeman had been dead for a few minutes. Not daring to stop with his feet, Pigu rushed directly to the window, leaping and hitting it with only three or four meters away. When he jumped up, he raised his left arm and placed it behind his head at the same time. Under the sound of a full click, the thin clothing there was shattered, and the thin alloy strips turned in a spiral shape, instantly unfolding into a dense umbrella bone shape. , Protecting most of his body.

But no gunshots were heard, and when the window curtain was less than ten centimeters away from him, the pain felt like being pinched by pliers in his ankle. At this moment, the time in Pi Gu's eyes appeared to stand still for a short time. A pulling force made him weakly watch the ten centimeters of concrete being enlarged for an instant, and then his body balance was destroyed, and his whole person fell to the ground at a rapid speed.

After touching the ground, Pigou twisted his body, pulling himself back into a ball with his waist forcefully, and kicked his other foot backwards, trying to break away from the enemy. He also flipped his right hand at the same time and pointed the muzzle towards his grasped foot. But the enemy moved faster. A tactical knife was ahead of all his thoughts and movements, directly rubbing the alloy plates on his stomach, and a knife pierced his chin and stabbed into his head.