The Plane War Begins from Wandering Earth

Chapter 348 347. Brain in a Jar
Dr. Trask improved the "Sentinel Robot" based on the mutant's X gene and the super-power factor in the body of super-powered people after taking Compound No. 5.

This allows the second-generation Sentinel robots to copy and paste the abilities of mutants and super-powered humans at the same time.

But unfortunately, the Space Marines are not among the "super-powered ones".

Although their physical fitness is far stronger than that of ordinary super-powered people and mutants.

Even the average level can reach the rating of a second-level super-powered person.

But the strength of the Star Legion warriors comes from [God's blessing], perfect gene template surgery, and acquired training.

The Sentinel robot's imitation program is unable to recognize the "super power factor" of the Star Legion warriors and is unable to take corresponding targeted actions.

In the opinion of Gust, who was in charge of commanding the mission operation, if the United Government Forces Command had not requested to capture him alive.

This insignificant small-scale encirclement and suppression campaign did not require the use of the famous Space Marine Legion at all.

Only one wave of orbital bombardment would be needed to completely physically destroy the area surrounding this remote factory.

As Gust gave the order, more than two thousand Space Marines joined the advance towards the besieged factory.

Seeing that he could not escape, Dr. Trask had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to send out the army of Sentinel robots to fight.

It has to be said that the Sentinel robot with the body of Colossus and the sharp blade of adamantium is much stronger than the ordinary super-powered warriors that the United Government Forces have encountered.

Sharp metal blades scratched on the heavy power armor.

There was a constant teeth-grinding friction sound coming from the outermost layer of ceramic steel reactive armor.

The ceramic steel reactive armor on many Space Marines even began to show signs of damage.

The Space Marines wielded their melta axes and fought head-on against the Sentinel robots with bodies similar to those of Colossus.

The grenade launcher and chainsword were temporarily removed from the combat sequence because they were ineffective against the enemy.

The two sides seemed to be two tireless teams. They both had the attributes of "high attack and high defense" and fought each other with fists and flames.

The Space Marines have profound combat experience and mature combat coordination.

The Sentinel robots can also constantly try to gain an advantage by copying and sharing various super powers.

The "combat test data" has been collected for a while.

Only then did Gust snap his fingers expressionlessly.

The adjutant beside him immediately understood.

"The test is over. Deal with the enemies in front of you as quickly as possible."

Soon after the adjutant finished speaking, the Space Marines gave up the fight and quickly broke away from close contact with the Sentinel robots.

By the way, he took out a number of round objects that looked like grenades from the spare combat bag on his waist.

Pull the safety pin, count to three, and then throw it towards the area with the densest number of sentry robots.

All operations seem to be no different from ordinary chemical gunpowder grenades.

Until clouds of dark green smoke shot out from these "grenades".

Before Dr. Trask, who was watching the battle behind the scenes, could react, a large cloud of dark green smoke enveloped the army of Sentinel robots.

Just by coming into contact with the mysterious dark green smoke, the Sentinel robot with a body as strong as Colossus was quickly hatched and decomposed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The micro decomposition robots catalyzed by the nanoworm solution decompose and digest metal substances at a speed as terrifying as ever.

After optimization by the research team of the United Government's Advanced Weapons Science Department, this iteration became a nanoworm decomposition robot with dark green smoke.

It is more sensitive to metal substances, has a shorter activation time, is decomposed and digested faster, and can process more metal substances per unit time.

The destructive power was so destructive that the Space Legion soldiers could only watch from afar.

There is no way around it, since the armor worn by the Star Legion warriors is mostly made of metal.

When Dr. Trask regained consciousness, he controlled the Sentinel robots to transform into carbon-based flesh and blood forms.

However, it was too late, more than two-thirds of the Sentinel robots had been completely destroyed.

The remaining sentry robots are still trying to resist.

But in the eyes of the interstellar legion warriors, they were no different from fish on the chopping board after they were turned into flesh and blood.

Boltguns and chainswords are useful again.

The Space Legionnaires have never been defeated in their battles with flesh and blood.

The remaining Sentinel robots continued to suffer losses amid the increasingly fierce siege by the Space Marines.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Dr. Trask, who was hiding deep underground in the factory, tried to use the flying superpower incarnation of the Sentinel robot to carry him away.

But how could the coalition forces ignore the blockade of the airspace over the area?

Seeing a dense swarm of hundreds of thousands of drones rushing towards him.

Dr. Trask's hope was finally extinguished.

He landed on the ground resignedly and gave up resistance.

I imagined in my mind whether there would be a possibility for me to exchange the technology and secrets I possessed for my freedom.

However, the coalition government forces would not give him any choice.

A team of super-powered mutants who are good at hiding their tracks, under the command of the on-site commander Gust, have come close to Dr. Trask through a series of super-powered means such as flashing, earth escape, and optical invisibility.

He knocked him out with a knife and then injected anesthetic into the doctor's neck to ensure his obedience.

The reason why this is so troublesome is that Gust must consider the possibility that the target of the operation will commit suicide.

It was precisely because of the United Government's demand to "capture them alive" that a problem that could have been solved by a wave of orbital bombardment became so troublesome.

It was difficult to deal with those troublesome sentry robots.

If the target is depressed and confused at this time, he may want to commit suicide.

That would be a waste of time.

Gust would not allow this to happen.

Just as he told the members of the Gust Group.

"All mission targets have no right to decide their own life or death until they are declared useless by the United Government."

When Bolivar Trask woke up, he found himself strapped into a medical device unlike anything he had ever seen.

What made him even more horrified was that a series of devices similar to ECG monitors and brain wave feedback devices were connected to his body through dozens or even hundreds of wires.

I suddenly felt a chill on my head.

Following the dense bundles of wires, Trask could imagine that his brain was being monitored by many terrifying instruments he had never seen before.

What made him even more horrified was that he could not feel the sensation of his skull, and it was very likely that his brain had been "opened"!

“Hello, Dr. Trask, I am the representative sent by the United Government to communicate with you.

You may address me as Dr. Ashford."

Soon, a middle-aged white man with an ordinary appearance walked in.

"Well, the United Government is very interested in your research on the Sentinel Project.

So I was entrusted to come and have friendly communication with you to ensure that the joint government can receive this research plan in a complete and orderly manner. "

Dr. Trask was about to speak when he suddenly felt that he had lost the ability to speak and could only utter a series of babbling noises.

"Oh, I forgot to remind you that in order to prevent you from biting your tongue to commit suicide and resisting cooperation with the United Government, the laboratory removed your tongue in advance.

In fact, in my opinion, my colleagues were completely overdoing it.

After all, with the current medical level of our joint government, even if you are torn into pieces by the alien deformed monsters.

The coalition government will also be able to restore you smoothly.

It is indeed not easy to commit suicide successfully.

By the way, I haven’t introduced it to you yet, Alien Aberration is the pinnacle of my career.

A near-perfect biological warfare weapon that has been iteratively optimized.

I was once named an outstanding scientist of the United Government for this invention, ranking first among 120,000 winners, and was personally awarded the prize by His Excellency Hao Xiaoxi, the rotating vice chairman of the United Government..."

Perhaps because they are both "cutting-edge weapons researchers" in the same force, Dr. Ashford has the patience to chat so much with the natives of the other dimension.

However, Dr. Trask, whose body was fixed and unable to move, was trembling with fear to the point of having goose bumps all over his body.

'Who the hell cares what award you won or who gave you the award.

Tongue! My tongue is gone!
You damned fellows, what kind of cruel experiments are you going to perform on me? !'

"Tongue? Yes, my colleague not only helped you remove your tongue.

They also removed a third of your head.

The good news is that you don't have to worry about not being able to communicate with us because you don't have a tongue.

By monitoring your brain waves, we can synchronously translate your brain wave signals and understand what you want to express.

This is great technology, at least in my opinion.

Before this, in order to obtain real and effective intelligence from prisoners, personnel in the intelligence management department usually resorted to torture and other methods.

Even if the information is successfully obtained, the authenticity of the information will be confirmed through methods such as large-scale memory recovery.

This approach usually causes irreversible damage to the target's brain.

Yes, just as you are thinking now, idiots, they will all become idiots.

Therefore, after optimization, this method of monitoring brain wave signals and directly translating the target's brain information can prevent the target from lying and monitor what is really in the other person's brain in real time.

I think this is how technology changes the world.

More civilized and more humane.”

After listening to Dr. Ashford's explanation, Trast showed no sign of calming down.

He sensed from the other party's calm tone that he was about to be treated inhumanely.

Civilization? Humanitarianism?
Where the hell is this civilization and humanity?
Damn, having your tongue cut off and your head split open, it would be better to just die.

Trask now deeply regrets not choosing to commit suicide in the first place.

“Please don’t use bad language, thank you.

Everything that goes through your mind is on record and will be reviewed by the United Nations Ethics Committee.

According to your position in the motherland's forces and the importance of your department.

According to the United Government's Extra-Dimensional Issues Management Act, you have committed a series of crimes including dimensional war crimes, harming the United Government's citizen warriors, vassal subjects, etc.

According to my personal judgment, you will probably be sentenced to death and transformed into an alien deformed monster while you are conscious.

Then he was sent to the Pacific Rim plane, to the Pioneer planet, to participate in the filming of a mutant fighting competition with local characteristics.

Don't worry, the United Government is not that barbaric. Those who are selected to become contestants are all war criminals during the wars in various dimensions. Of course, it is impossible for the people of the United Government to participate.

Oh, by the way, I forgot, you are a war criminal.

Well, anyway, if you cooperate enough, I can help you write an application, requesting the higher authorities to reduce your punishment in the name of meritorious service..."

Hearing this, Trask had "tears in his eyes".

Especially after he saw the alien deformed form that Dr. Ashford showed him.

I almost had a breakdown.

Trask had been suffering from inferiority complex due to his dwarfism since childhood. The thought of becoming a deformed monster that was neither human nor ghost made him feel that life was worse than death.

'I will cooperate, absolutely cooperate with you!
So can meritorious service free me?'

The thought occurred to Trask.

After getting relevant information from the brain wave monitoring and translation instrument, Dr. Ashford couldn't help laughing.

"Regain your freedom?
Mr. Trask, there is something humorous in what you said.

You are a high-threat-level war criminal designated by the United Government.

How can you be allowed to move freely in society?
This is irresponsible to the people of the coalition government and will also be a destabilizing factor in the areas ruled by the coalition government.

But please rest assured, we will give you full freedom within a certain area."

Trask felt a little disappointed, but this reply was within his psychological tolerance.

'So, how big is this certain area?'

Trask imagined that the coalition government would build him an "artificial community."

All personnel in the community are employees of the Joint Government.

He will spend the rest of his life in such a "Truman Show".

But clearly, the coalition government is not prepared to do so.

"The Truman Show?

Dr. Trask, you are so funny, I didn't think the coalition government would invest so many resources in you.

Of course, I'm not disparaging you or the Sentinel Project.

I mean, there’s a more perfect way.”

Dr. Ashford turned around and looked around the laboratory, finally pointing in a direction of the laboratory.

'You mean... the size of a laboratory?

This is like going to jail!
I can't accept it!'

Trask was so excited that he wanted to express his anger, but Ashford on the opposite side had already stood up and brought over a small ornamental fish tank in the laboratory that he had just pointed to.

Trask was confused.

"Mr. Trask, have you ever heard of the brain in a vat?

We'll then place your brain in a... uh, slightly smaller glass container than this.

Don't worry, I will instruct the staff to replace the preservative culture medium regularly."

Trask's eyes trembled violently, his face turned red, and because of his excitement, tears of fear kept oozing from the corners of his eyes.

'I **** you **** the devil *** Satan *** hell ***'

"Hey, Mr. Trask, we agreed not to swear."

(End of this chapter)