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"Let's fight them!" These refugees rushed towards the gunman with the weapons they could get their hands on. They were extremely fast, and the weapons in their hands were not hammers or nails, but military products, or longer weapons such as crowbars and wrenches that were more convenient to use. It was obvious that they had prepared them long ago and did not act on impulse.

But how can flesh and blood compete with bullets?

The sound of gunfire continued to ring out, and bullets rained down on the crowd like raindrops. The refugees fell one after another, and the screams of pain and angry shouts intertwined. Blood spread on the ground, dyeing a large area of ​​land red.

However, these refugees did not retreat. Driven by anger and despair, they continued to charge forward.

There was a whistling sound in the sky, and the vulture swooped down from the sky, grabbing a rioting refugee with its sharp claws. Then, it suddenly exerted force in the air, one leg to the left, and one leg to the right. With a sizzling sound, the refugee who was pierced and caught in the air was torn in half from the middle. Blood, internal organs, and unknown liquids fell from the sky, looking extremely bloody. And this was just the beginning.

More vultures joined the battle. They circled in the air, looking for targets. Although they were not very skilled in operating the birdman combat suits, they were experts in killing people.

The refugees fell into an even more desperate situation, they had to dodge bullets and guard against attacks from the sky. However, they did not give up, they knew that if they did not resist, only death would be waiting for them.

However, there were also many smart people who simply squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Ada Wang rushed to the scene. She saw many familiar figures among the refugees and immediately understood what had happened. Without any hesitation, she shot at the refugees. Because of her special relationship with Fisk, Ada Wang knew more.

These vultures flying in the sky, as well as Dimitrescu, are not the most cruel killing weapons. If it weren't for those frozen biological weapons, there would be no way to carry out slightly more sophisticated construction work, and these refugees would not be qualified to be construction workers.

Therefore, in order to save more lives, King Ada could only stand on Fisk's side unconditionally. Under the suppression of heavy firepower, the refugees who started the riot were quickly slaughtered.

The battlefield was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the thick smell of blood. Corpses were scattered all over the ground, some of them were still charging, holding their weapons tightly, with resentment and anger in their eyes. Others were twisted in pain, their bodies were covered with bullet holes, and blood was gushing out, dyeing the surrounding land red.

Those refugees who were full of vitality had now turned into lifeless, cold corpses. Their clothes were torn to shreds in the battle, revealing their pale skin and hideous wounds. Broken weapons were scattered everywhere, some were pressed under the corpses, and some were lying alone in a pool of blood.

"Cut off the heads of all the corpses to prevent them from turning into corpses. Send the remaining meat to the hunting team. The reproduction rate of the lickers has been getting faster and faster recently. Let them eat some fresh meat and then find their nest!" Dimitrescu said, then turned and left.

Who would have thought that the biggest enemy of this place named Night City is now the Licker Tribe.

Yes, these lickers have evolved super-reproductive abilities. They can mate and reproduce in a very short period of time simply by eating flesh and blood. Their growth rate is comparable to that of the aliens in some movies. With enough flesh and blood, they can become combat-capable lickers in two or three days at most.

Dimitrescu organized several large-scale combat missions to encircle and eliminate the nests of Lickers, and even personally took his daughter to kill hundreds of Lickers. However, these Lickers were like cockroaches. They would soon appear and begin to attack construction sites, taking away a large number of refugees, which slowed down the construction of the entire Night City.

Approaching the entrance to the underground parking garage.

Dimitrescu paused.

Originally, the big hole blasted by the pursuers has now been transformed into a giant entrance, which is welded with heavy metal boxes, just like a heavy safe in a bank.

A burly giant sat on the metal box, motionless like a stone sculpture. A heavy sniper rifle was placed beside him, the black gun body exuding a cold metallic luster, as if telling of its powerful power. In his other hand, he held a spear-like weapon, the tip of which flashed coldly in the dim light, making people shudder. This guy was none other than Mark Murdoch, who had become a tyrant.

His huge body was like an unshakable mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression. His muscles were as hard as steel, and his bulging lines were full of power.

His eyes were empty and indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything around him.

However, as long as any threat approaches, he will instantly burst out with astonishing power and become a terrifying existence guarding this entrance.

The wind blew gently, blowing up his large leather coat, but it couldn't shake him at all. He sat there quietly, like a silent guardian, alert to the movements around him. In this doomsday world full of dangers, he was a solid line of defense, preventing those with bad intentions from approaching easily.

Mark Murdoch's eyes were on Dimitrescu's body, but he just glanced at it and then looked away. At the same time, the sound of metal breaking came from the metal box below, and then the device similar to the door of a safe slowly opened.

Silver light appeared in front of Dimitrescu. The underground garage had been renovated before and no longer looked like what it once was. It was full of modern technology, and a small golf cart slowly drove up the slope.

Zhao Helen jumped off the golf cart, her black and shiny hair fluttering gently in the air. She walked briskly towards Dimitrescu, with a little confusion and concern in her eyes, and asked Dimitrescu what the gunshot outside was about.

Dimitrescu frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure on the corners of her mouth. She stroked her hair lightly with her slender fingers, and then replied in a low and magnetic voice: "It's just some refugees who don't know how to live or die making trouble. They have been suppressed." Her eyes revealed a kind of condescending indifference, as if the lives of these refugees were like ants in her eyes.

Zhao Hailun shrugged his shoulders and said without any emotion: "Next time there are refugees like this, capture them all and send them to me as test subjects. The cloning assembly line cannot be built in a short time, and I am in need of test subjects."

"I see. What do you want from me? Helen."

"Follow me and you'll find out." Zhao Hailun waved his hand at Mark Murdoch, who was sitting on the metal box. The latter immediately jumped down from the metal box and stood at the door. "Before the two of us come up, no one except the vulture is allowed to approach here. Whoever approaches will die."

Mark Murdoch did not say anything. He just turned his back and stared calmly ahead.

Dimitrescu looked at Zhao Hailun with some doubt.

But no questions were asked.

Instead, he waited for Zhao Hailun to say it himself.

Zhao Hailun showed a mysterious smile on his face, "The T virus has been cracked, and I can basically determine the date when you will leave this world!"

Dimitrescu immediately became excited.

"Come on, take me to see it!" She picked up Zhao Hailun from the ground, and instead of getting on the golf cart, she took big strides and ran towards the underground parking garage with her.

Chapter 191 Peter, Things Are Not What You Think (Part )

It's not that Dimitrescu has not visited some places of interest. In fact, there are a lot of statues in her castle in Europe. Those statues are solemn, elegant, or mysterious, standing quietly in every corner of the castle. They are precious heritage left by her family, carrying the family's history and glory.

Each statue can be regarded as finely carved and lifelike. The delicate textures and smooth lines are all carved by top carving masters with all their efforts. They can all be regarded as rare treasures, and this is not an exaggeration.

And those sculptors who can't carve well.

Often they have become food.

However, compared with the statues in the castle, the road of tyrants in front of her obviously made her feel more shocked.

This is a passage composed of countless tyrants. Those tall biological weapons are like silent giants, standing quietly, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression.

Each of them is three or even four meters tall, as if they were gods from ancient mythology, tall and majestic.

The tyrants, both men and women, had their original distinctive biological features almost wiped out by the T virus, and their original identities could only be vaguely identified through their faces.

Although their faces were a little blurry in the darkness, one could still see their determination and coldness.

He was extremely muscular, and every muscle was as hard as rock, as if it contained infinite strength. Even without breathing, he still had a faint heartbeat, and the steady and slow beating sound echoed faintly in this silent passage, like a mysterious drumbeat.

Even though they closed their eyes, Dimitrescu still felt like he was being watched.

Every tyrant exudes a powerful aura. Their strength is indeed not weaker than that Mark Murdoch outside, but they are not necessarily stronger than him.

Mark Murdoch because of the body separation he experienced before.

In order to allow his head and body to be integrated again, Zhao Hailun implanted a large amount of pure titanium metal into his body. Those pure titanium metals were like tough silk threads, accurately welding the broken bones and reconnecting them together.

These metals not only provide support, but also greatly increase the strength of the bones. Mark Murdoch's body and genes also play corresponding roles. They are perfectly integrated with Mark Murdoch's body, as if they were born to be this way.

This also makes him more powerful than the average tyrant.

At least, it is better in close combat and resisting damage.

Tyrants stood on both sides of the passage.

They have long infusion needles on their bodies, which continuously inject various nutrient solutions into their bodies, maintaining them and allowing them to always maintain the most perfect condition.

"Which world are these tyrants going to be transported to?"

Dimitrescu raised her chin slightly, and a doubtful light flashed in her deep eyes on her beautiful face. Her voice echoed in this mysterious space, carrying an elusive emotion.

“That’s mostly it.”

Zhao Hailun answered directly without any hesitation.

Dimitrescu and Zhao Hailun have a special relationship.

The two of them can be said to be close friends who fell in love at first sight.

Although Zhao Hailun's body is as fragile as a piece of paper to Dimitrescu, Dimitrescu admires Zhao Hailun's powerful knowledge very much. In Dimitrescu's eyes, Zhao Hailun is like a treasure house of knowledge, and her smart mind contains endless wisdom.

Whether it is a complex scientific theory or a profound technical problem, Zhao Hailun can always find a solution with her unique insights and superb abilities, which brings them closer together.

"Does Fisk have many enemies in that world?"

"Well... not a few!" Zhao Hailun shook his head. "I usually don't participate in their combat missions. I'm only responsible for scientific research tasks. Therefore, I don't know much about his enemies... However, I know that many of his enemies have been killed by him, including Mark Murdoch. In addition, these tyrants are not prepared for his enemies, but for the future." Zhao Hailun stopped and looked at the burly tyrants beside him.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Dimitrescu asked with more curiosity in his tone.

"Well, to put it simply, the world I come from in the future will be full of dangers, and these tyrants are a form of insurance. Originally, the Umbrella Corporation actually has more suitable biological weapons, but those biological weapons will allow the T virus to spread.

Taking this into consideration, Tyrant becomes one of the few options... "Speaking of this, Zhao Hailun suddenly became a little excited, and she trotted forward, "Come here, I'll show you my research results!"

Walking forward, the space in front of me suddenly became brighter than snow, and the air became much hotter, as if I had entered a mysterious melting pot world.

A transparent petri dish stood in the center of the underground space. Under the strong light, the petri dish reflected a brilliant halo.

It is thicker than an adult's fist, solid and mysterious, as if guarding the precious secrets within.

A dozen speakers that looked like they were taken out of sound boxes were pointed at the petri dish. The speakers were vibrating slightly, as if transmitting some mysterious energy.

In the petri dish, a silver liquid seemed to be boiling, surging and rolling, with tiny bubbles bubbling out. The silver liquid was gleaming with a strange light, as if it had life, full of unknown vitality.

"What is this?" Dimitrescu narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the silver liquid in the petri dish curiously.

“This is vibranium, an extremely hard metal.

The strength is thousands of times stronger than that of special alloys, and it has a strong energy storage capacity. "Zhao Hailun walked over and said, "Once this metal is smelted and cooled, the temperature will increase exponentially every time it is melted. It looks like metal, but in a way, it is more like a living dead object."

"A living dead thing?"

“This metal is like being alive, with a strong memory, but it is also like being dead, without any activity.

You know, even metals are active, their molecules will keep moving, but vibranium is not, which is why they are so strong, so I call them living dead things. "Zhao Hailun's explanation was also a little vague, there was no way, she was not an expert in this field, and it was difficult for her to come to so many conclusions.

Dimitrescu was confused by what he heard.

She seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.

After a moment's pause, she pointed at the things that looked like horns.

"What are these?"

"These are things that Vulture and I designed. They can release ultrasonic waves... You will never imagine that vibranium is afraid of ultrasonic waves. In the face of extremely high-frequency sound waves, they will dissolve and cannot solidify. So after I melt them, I use ultrasonic waves to keep them active." Zhao Hailun said as he waved his hand and walked to the side of the petri dish.

The temperature here rises further.

It was not until this time that Dimitrescu unexpectedly discovered that there was a tyrant with his stomach ripped open lying on the ground. The tyrant was extremely tall and had needles all over his body. Vibranium was being injected into his body bit by bit. Under the effect of ultrasound, the vibranium never solidified.

Dimitrescu frowned, then understood at a glance.

"Are you going to use vibranium?"

"Yes!" Zhao Hailun nodded. "The T virus is a cunning virus. To some extent, the T virus has no natural enemies and cannot be tamed at all. Even if it can be tamed for a short time, or if some bacteria or viruses that specifically kill the T virus are designed, or a vaccine is designed, the T virus will evolve rapidly.

They are like a beehive with a collective consciousness. Even if a part of them is domesticated, then the other T viruses, even if they are thousands of miles apart, can produce corresponding purification measures.

Therefore, it is completely impossible to completely tame them and isolate their infectious ability!

However, I found that the T virus would lose its ability to infect under certain circumstances.

Even if they are infected, they will not turn the host into a zombie that only knows how to pursue fresh flesh and blood. I call this a crisis situation. In the absence of any energy intake, they will actively degenerate their ability to infect. To some extent, this is what is called no longer having the ability to actively infect.

However, the T virus has a very strong ability to evolve. Once they can find a stable way to absorb energy, their ability to infect will be revived. For this reason, I have chosen various methods and ways, but the T virus can always conquer the methods I find with clever evolution.

Until I used vibranium, I found that vibranium was like a natural enemy to the T virus. It had perfect restraint. Once the T virus was close to vibranium, even if it was only within a certain range, it would enter a state similar to hibernation. In this state, the tyrant's strength would certainly be reduced, but the T virus no longer had the ability to infect. It was like a ferocious beast turned into a pitiful little cat. Although it could be naughty sometimes, the huge difference between cats and beasts made them undoubtedly much safer.