Chapter 25 S-Class Data

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Tang Fang breathed a sigh of relief, recalled the spine-needle reptile to the system space, turned and walked towards the door, while walking, silently muttering: "Morris slave, Morris slave..."

Maurice Slave, the race with the lowest status and the worst living environment in the entire universe.

200 years ago, the epoch-making invention—the warp engine came out, the human society transformed from the earth civilization to the cosmic civilization, the atmospheric modification system and the rapid development of aerospace engineering have injected a powerful catalyst for the cosmic colonization plan. .

However, human beings are earth creatures after all. In the process of environmental transformation of terrestrial planets and the development of resource stars, there have also been numerous difficult factors that restrict the advancement of the plan. One of them is the harsh working conditions in space and even planets.

Space radiation, deadly elements, particle storms... and so on, with the weak physique of human beings, the slightest carelessness will lead to loss of life. In order to overcome this problem, the federal government at that time focused on the technical development of protective gear and automatic engineering equipment, while some large capital consortiums took a slant, secretly researching genetic engineering, vigorously developing biochemical technology, and planning to start from fundamentally solve this problem.

Among them was a later infamous "Morris" industry association, whose brain was Maurice Griffin. He bought several remote star systems from the federal government and paid a lot of money to hire a large number of scientists in the field of biological genetic engineering to do research work for him.

After more than ten years, through the dual effects of artificial induction and specific drugs, some progress has finally been made in the cloned body of asexual reproduction, which makes it adaptable to the harsh cosmic environment, and only needs some simple protection. Work in a vacuum.

However, this variation in genetic structure is a double-edged sword. The improvement of resistance is at the expense of the organism's over-speed metabolism. The average survival time of this genetic modulation is one-fifth of the average human lifespan. Only a short 25 years, and with low intelligence, the IQ value is less than half of the normal person.

Of course, these deficiencies in genetically modified people are not a problem at all in Morris's view, as long as "they" can bring him huge benefits.

Compared with the expensive automation equipment of the Federation, these genetic modifiers have been favored by countless resource star mine owners at low prices, and Morris Griffin has made a lot of money.

Later, the results of this anti-human research were finally found out by the federal government. In a rage, the combined fleet was dispatched to uproot Morris' forces by sweeping holes in the court. Because the day the operation started happened on December 25 of the terrestrial calendar, afterward, it was jokingly called "Morris' Leftover Egg Day" by some good people.

Part of the research data was destroyed and part of it was sealed. Maurice Griffin himself was sentenced to hibernation and exile for crimes against humanity. As for the hundreds of millions of genetically modified people, for humanitarian reasons, the federal government has divided some for them. Earth-like planets rich in material resources make them live in groups and self-sufficient.

After another 50 years, with the unprecedented development of aerospace technology and heavy industry, the pace of human colonization of the universe is getting faster and faster. The conflicts and contradictions brought about by the development space intensified, and eventually spread to the federal political arena.

Because of the uneven distribution of benefits and the long-standing political differences, the behemoth of the Earth Federation collapsed.

Countless forces, big and small, took advantage of the situation and unveiled the era of separatism under the cosmic civilization.

The ships roared, the stars trembled, and the demands of various forces for the star and the economic zone were difficult to meet, and the war inevitably spread to every corner of the starry sky.

In troubled times, those genetically modified individuals who have been banned by the federal government cannot survive alone. Due to physical reasons, in general, a genetically modified individual’s combat effectiveness is 2-3 times that of ordinary people, and some people do everything for profit. The extreme forces tried their best to bring a large number of genetically-modified people with low intelligence into the army and acted as the main cannon fodder for front-line combat.

The melee has lasted for decades. When the major heroes under the stars stood out and established their own empires and federations, except for some sporadic exchanges of fire in some parts, the overall pattern gradually calmed down. War, wandered into every corner of the universe, and got a brand new name, "Morris slave."

"Hey, Tang Fang, wake up, what are you thinking?"

A voice in the distance interrupted his meditation, and when he looked up, he saw Aros and Howen walking side by side.

"Have the two people at the launch console done it?"

Hausen grinned: "Of course."

Tang Fang nodded, and when his eyes swept across Aros, he unknowingly frowned. Some of the older veterans put another cigar in their mouths. This thing is not the snow-white milk of the Omega Space Station BIAO. He I am not afraid of excessive nicotine and being poisoned by one bite.

While frowning here, Byron led Zhou Ai and Eva out of an oval building not far away.

Zhou Ai and Eva were each wearing a set of clumsy azure power armor, and there was an abnormal sound of the air cushion rubbing against the tough armor while walking.

As for Byron, he was still lightly dressed, but the weapon in his hand was changed from the original automatic rifle to a K-101 avalanche heavy sniper rifle.

Walking up to the three of them, skipping Tang Fang, Byron said directly to Hausen and Aros behind him: "There are some heavy weapons in the ammunition depot, do you want to change the equipment?"

"No need." Aros said lightly, and Hausen next to him also shrugged.

"Let's go." Tang Fang took a deep breath and walked towards the Southern District.

In the process of dealing with Wei Haitao, he temporarily thought of an idea.

...

"Boom, boom." Another gate was pierced, and ten puppies swarmed past the camera. On the other side of the corridor not far away, a row of soldiers in power armor fought and retreated.

While the power armor's rugged shell makes them more survivable, that doesn't mean they can turn the tide of the battle. In such a narrow combat environment inside the base, casualties continued, but from the original 10:1 battle loss ratio to 3:1.

Soldiers often pay 3 lives for the death of 1 puppy.

Humans have entered the universe civilization for more than 200 years. The so-called power armor is just evolved from space suits. Its purpose is to enable soldiers to adapt to various harsh combat environments on different planets. Compared with the nuclear energy-driven in StarCraft "Horse Runjia", whether in terms of protection, survival, power, shooting, assistance, etc., is a lot worse. Therefore, such a battle loss ratio is also reasonable.

In just half an hour, there were only 13 people left in one row. Adding up to the fourth and fifth rows, less than 8 people survived.

Clapham stared dully at the battle data compiled by the liaison officer on the display screen. The entire company of nearly 100 soldiers lost seven to eighty-eight in one battle, leaving only twenty or so people today. Such a heavy loss was only exchanged for 10 dog corpses. How could he accept it.

Should I just abandon the base? But...how can I explain it to the top?

"Boom, bang."

Just when Clapham was hesitating, he suddenly heard a thump from the vent in the ceiling of the command room.

"Clang." The twisted baffle fell to the ground, a gray shadow flashed, a puppy fell from the sky, and two powerful hind legs directly stepped on the baffle in two.

"what……"

"This...how is this possible!"

The screams of the women and the surprise of the men sounded at the same time, and the entire command room suddenly became a mess.

"hiss."

The puppy raised its head, let out a neigh, slapped its fleshy wings under its belly, and threw itself directly to the female lieutenant who was not far away. The lump on the left breast is rounded.

In the sharp scream, the blood flew instantly, and the white shirt that was close to the body turned blood red in the blink of an eye, and a wisp of crimson dripped down her bloody breasts, leaving a long streak on the twitching pink neck. long bloodstains.

"Clap." Another puppy jumped from the vent.

This sudden scene shocked everyone present. When the young female lieutenant's blood splashed on their faces, the cool and fishy smell brought them back to reality, and the fear that had been suppressed for a long time in their hearts suddenly erupted.

"Run, run." A sharp voice sounded, and the internal affairs officer staggered towards the door.

"The command room is lost! It's lost!" The female officers flocked to the corridor.

"Commander, hurry up." Clapham's two guards roared, pulling the trigger repeatedly, sweeping rows of bullets towards the two puppies in front.

"They are intelligent? They actually know how to use ventilation ducts?" Thinking of this, Clapham shuddered suddenly, and a sense of frustration filled his heart: "The liaison officer, tell the eastern district manager, let him take those scientific researchers to go. North Silo, retreat!"

After he finished speaking, he grabbed an automatic rifle and ran out of the command room, towards a deserted corridor on the left.

The southern district fell, the central command system was paralyzed, the defensive battle failed, and everything was over! The only thing he can do now is to minimize the loss, and to keep those resource data and scientific research results.

The data center is not far from the command room, and the war has not yet spread here. Clapham quickly typed in the password, opened the security door, and ran straight towards the central computer.

Originally, the data recovery should be left to those researchers, but in this chaotic situation, he was the only one to do it.

He threw the gun aside, turned on the main control panel and switched to manual mode. He had just typed in the password and was about to compress the data. He didn't want to hear an abnormal sound above his head, "Bang bang." ” landed on the ground, evil eyes swept across Clapham, with a flick of his tail, he straightened his neck and let out a roar, and then threw himself out.

Clapham turned away, quickly grabbed the automatic rifle beside him, and pulled the trigger quickly.

"Puff puff." The bullet broke through the air, hitting the puppy's scales and making a muffled sound.

However, none of this could stop the puppy's offensive. Clapham only felt a shadow flash in front of his eyes, and the fishy smell was pungent, followed by a chill in his right shoulder, and a bone-piercing pain hit.

Blood spurted out, and the puppy's claws pierced through his shoulder blades. The piercing pain came in waves like a tidal wave, and cold sweat the size of a soybean grain emerged from his forehead. At this moment, he finally experienced the horror of this alien.

"Ka." The puppy's fangs opened, and a strange sound came from his throat.

Clapham closed his eyes: "It's over." He seemed to see his end.

"Bang, bang." Just as he closed his eyes and waited to die, he suddenly heard two low gunshots from the direction of the door, followed by the puppy's pained scream.

As his shoulders became sore, a large amount of blood splashed out. He gritted his teeth and forced his spirits. When he opened his eyes, the puppy had already pulled out its sharp claws, swung its tail, and rushed towards the door.

In a trance, there was another gunshot, and then there was the back of the puppy.

"Commander, Commander..."

He was awakened by the call of the person and a cool feeling from the shoulder wound, and Clapham raised his eyelids vigorously to take a look at his surroundings.

"Is it you?"

The one who saved his life was none other than Tang Fang, who was imprisoned by him.

"You are not dead?"

"Don't be too busy talking about this, Commander, I'm afraid the base won't be able to hold, so let's retreat quickly." Tang Fang stretched out his hand to support him: "How is it, is the wound better?"

Clapham glanced at the medical glue at the wound and nodded gratefully: "Well, I feel much better."

"Aros, Hausen, make your way ahead. Go, go to the North District."

Just as Tang Fang and the others were about to leave, Clapham suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed him, pointing to the central computer behind him: "Don't rush away, there are important scientific research data here, my arm is injured, you go and help I'll take it back."

"Little life is more important or data is more important?" Hausen gave him an angry look and said pretentiously.

Zhou Ai and Byron were suddenly dumbfounded. This Hausen was definitely a coward. Except for Clapham, who didn't know he was talking slander? Before Tang, those terrifying aliens were no different from pugs.

Tang Fang didn't have time to pay attention to him, turned around and came to the central computer, followed Clapham's instructions to enter the password, and after obtaining the highest authority of the system, he began to collect data.

The huge database of the central computer stores various data such as the atmospheric environment, geological structure, element specific gravity, soil composition, etc. of Planet 5. It takes 10 minutes to compress it alone.

When he passed the compressed data into a tiny PDA and went to retrieve other S-class classified items, the emotionless voice in his mind sounded abruptly: "Available data detected, diagnostic program started... "

"The diagnosis is completed, and the suitable human is confirmed."

"Activate the human base."

"Perform data analysis..."

"Crafting level E+, unlocking the research tree, technology level 1, unlocking the buildings 'supply station' and 'barracks'."