Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

[Attack as a Hell Soldier X1.5]

[Total number of memory fragments obtained: 64500]

[Current number of memory fragments remaining: 74560]

You can afford the "Bronya and Seele Combo Pack" now, but it's not suitable. I know from the Tome of Fate that this combo pack is always 30% off, so there's no need to rush now. Besides, these three cards should not bring much improvement to Fang Qingyun. Now Fang Qingyun is focusing on a system, and stuffing three non-zombie race cards into the zombie deck is purely greedy, which will easily make your hand get stuck.

Fang Qingyun's deck has not yet grown to the point where he can be greedy at will. Stuffing some meaningless cards in it will only make him uncomfortable at critical moments, and the Grimoire of Fate has just told Fang Qingyun another bad news.

"What the hell? I need to buy the right to enter the next world myself?" Fang Qingyun found it hard to believe his ears.

[That’s right… so you have to save some money, otherwise you can only wait until you have adventured in the secret realm in reality and obtained the memory fragments, and then buy the entry rights. Anyway, this thing is voluntary.]

"Then what can I buy?" Fang Qingyun felt himself lose interest all of a sudden. Originally, the 70,000+ was not enough. He had to strengthen the card deck, and he didn't know how much it would cost to build hell. Now he had to spend extra on the right to enter the next world. This amount of money was simply not enough.

[Don't you want to buy Dona Dona's card pack? It says there's an additional world "Ya Zongyi" in it, which means you can go to Dona Dona's world]

"But...Dona Dona is a butter..."

[What's wrong with playing with it? That's also a world. You can go to the world of games, but what if you want to go to the world of movies or anime? It's all possible. You can even go to a game like Slay the Spire that doesn't have much of a plot.]

"Okay..." Fang Qingyun switched to the store interface and tapped the icon that symbolized [Dona Dona: Let's do bad things together]. With the sound of coins rustling, 28000 memory fragments were spent.

The Magic Book of Destiny also changed. The original ink painting of "Fang Qingyun punching the shampooer" was turned over and replaced with a colorful and bright promotional poster of "Dona Dona".

Fang Qingyun looked at the familiar poster, and ancient memories suddenly hit him. Thinking back to when Fang Qingyun got the game, he played it for four days straight and finally finished it. The game is still on his computer. Now... he only regretted not deleting it. Now that he is gone, if someone finds it on his computer, it will definitely ruin his reputation.

I have to say, as a casual gamer, his turn-based combat is pretty good, but it doesn't have the flavor of the Darkest Dungeon that Fang Qingyun played before.

The original Darkest Dungeon was full of various games and position-changing maneuvers, such as pulling the opponent over from a distance and forcing it to fight in close combat.

The key is that Darkest Dungeon has a special stress system. All characters have 200 empty stress gauges. When the gauge is full, virtue or torture will be triggered. Virtue means that the character can break through himself in the face of pressure. Then, in battle, he may encourage his teammates, restore their health, and perform other positive operations outside of their turns.

Torture means what it means literally, which means that this character's mentality explodes when facing difficulties, that is, he tortures his teammates, himself, and even the operating player.

Some people say, why not just use virtues? Actually, the ratio of virtues to torture is 1:3. The probability of virtues is really low. In addition, the AI ​​of monsters is very smart. They will first attack characters who are about to explode or die, which is like adding insult to injury.

If some low-level mistakes are made during the game, and the pressure explodes, causing the four characters to act recklessly, blame teammates, and refuse to listen, then the game cannot be played. This is why Darkest Dungeon is evaluated as: four people go to the dungeon, and five come out crazy. As for who the extra person is, I think you in front of the screen must have realized it.

Dona Dona's turn-based system removes a lot of strategy and replaces it with a relatively simple mode, which results in the game being reluctantly strategy in the early stages, frantically gaining experience in the middle stages, and then second by second in the late stages, which is a bit boring and turns into a game driven by the plot.

But one thing that must be admired is that as a porn star, Dona Dona is qualified. The heroine in it is playing with real flowers... It brought a great shock to Fang Qingyun's young mind, leaving Fang Qingyun stunned and typing with both hands to prove his innocence.

The story takes place in a fictional city in Fuso: Yasogi. This city is controlled by a capital oligarch: Yasogi Heavy Industry. Their tentacles extend into every aspect of the city, and it can almost be said that they cover the sky with one hand. Whether it is arms reselling, human experiments or random killings, they can do it with ease.

One thing Fang Qingyun remembers clearly is that those who do not have an "identity card" issued by the Asian General Assembly do not enjoy human rights. This "informal" group includes not only residents whose "identity cards" have been revoked for trivial matters, but also outsiders who have just arrived.

If you are a foreigner who has just come to Fuso Yasogi City, you are in danger when you come to this city, because the law does not protect your human rights. The "informal" people without human rights can be beaten at will by anyone, and even killed without being held responsible.

The bad ending for one of the heroines was that she was raped by three men and drowned in the toilet with her head held down. Fang Qingyun once felt sick after seeing this ending. Even when people said that the CG was very erotic during discussions online, he couldn't get excited at all.

Naturally there will be opponents to such behavior, and they are anti-Asian organizations. There are currently three anti-Asian organizations, and the most powerful one is the Dongyun faction.

According to Fang Qingyun's understanding, they can be classified as the Yakuza, that is, the Fuso gang. They are very traditional and even use samurai swords when they are against Asia. They can't even take out hot weapons. But these guys called "skinning ghosts" still have a little shame and will not do too many disgusting things, although they still do a lot.

The second largest one is Semitone. Fang Qingyun thinks that this organization might as well be called a circus.

Everyone in the organization is a clown, even the leader is a clown. The key is that this clown does not have the unique villain charm of the clown. He can only play small tricks, do double-dealing and backstab his teammates. The organization is even more mixed, and all kinds of scum can be found. The bad ending of the protagonist's childhood sweetheart is that he was raped by the Half-tone faction and thrown into the sea to destroy the body.

The youngest is Nayuta, the protagonist's group. At most, there are only ten people. In the end, they used a total of two guns to dismantle a mecha that is more than ten meters high, as tall as the great man's memorial statue, equipped with various heavy firepower, and overthrew the rule of Yasogi Heavy Industries. It's simply a fantasy...

Fang Qingyun once thought that the ending of this story was not good, as it started off strong but ended up weak. Later, after reading some gossip about the game developer that seemed to have a bad ending and whose truth or falsehood was unclear, his doubts were finally resolved.

According to the setting, the private police of Ya Zongyi can use live ammunition against anti-Asian organizations and "informal" guys who have no human rights. Only Jiu Guang, the head of Ya Zongyi Heavy Industry, wants to use them as a trash can and vent for social emotions, put all the blame on them, and let the anti-Asian organizations take in social contradictions, otherwise they would have been shot into sieves with live ammunition long ago.

In the final analysis, the Ya Zongyi Heavy Industry is just playing house with these anti-Ya organizations, making them really think that they are playing an anti-Ya role. If they really want to catch them, it won't be that easy.

Eighty percent of the economic income of these three organizations comes from one street. According to Fang Qingyun's memory and conjecture, these places may not have other cover and branches as a retreat. If they really want to catch them, they only need to cut off the head and tail, and then they can be pinned down in that small alley and shot to death.

To maintain a huge organization, it is impossible without money. The way these three organizations make money is surprisingly the same: by being a madam and opening a brothel. So where do the girls in those brothels come from?

It's very simple. Every time they destroy the facilities under the Ya Zongyi, they kidnap the women who look good as "talents" and force them to sell their bodies. The money earned is used to maintain the operation of the organization.

Chapter 47, Dona Dona, but I don’t want to be a brothel owner with you guys…

If Fang Qingyun were to make an evaluation, this entire struggle within Yazongyi was just a dog-eat-dog fight. Rather than a revolution, it would be better to call it a competition of the worst. Yazongyi Heavy Industry turned people into "informal" people without human rights through a trivial matter, and carried out a high-pressure rule of white terror.

The Anti-Asian Organization carried out terrorist attacks and forced women into prostitution under the banner of anti-Asian. If Fang Qingyun really had to make a choice, he felt that both organizations were not good and could be dragged out for target practice. But if he really had to rank them, Fang Qingyun felt that the Asian General Yi Heavy Industry was more disgusting.

"I don't think I'll have to follow the protagonists again this time..." Fang Qingyun was a little helpless.

He was very opposed to the idea of ​​the protagonist group. If he really had to describe it, it would be just one word: disgusting. Even if it was like a gang collecting protection money, wouldn't it be much better than forcing women into prostitution?

But thinking like this might be too idealistic... Fang Qingyun quickly rejected his own idea. While being a gangster seemed feasible, it was actually easy to talk without any pain.

There are only two possibilities for people living under white terror. One is that they have human rights. They live in white terror and do not need your protection. It will only take a moment for them to die. They will be labeled as "informal" on the spot and be taken away to be donors for human experiments.

The other type is people who have no human rights. They simply don't have the money to ask you to protect them. Ya Zongyi is promoting fast payment by implanting chips in people's wrists. People without human rights can't even buy things, and it's difficult for them to survive, let alone ask for protection.

The gang's path is blocked, and other industries that make money quickly are basically monopolized by Ya Zongyi... So it seems that there is really no other way, unless a deus ex machina is used.

[Why worry so much? That will happen later anyway. You don’t need to maintain the operation of the organization, so there is no need to worry about it.]

"That makes sense." Fang Qingyun raised a finger. "Then the question is, I put in 28,000 yuan, isn't it just to buy the right to enter the world? What about the cards and treasures that should be given to me?"

[The treasure will be given to you later, and you need to go in and get the four cards yourself]

Before Fang Qingyun could protest, the Destiny Codex added:

[Of course, if you want, I can send it to your bag immediately, but if you get it in the world progress, it will upgrade these cards and even gold plate them.]

"You don't want me to conquer the heroine, do you? I tell you, I don't want to be the King of the Sea." Fang Qingyun expressed his inner thoughts as a pure love god of war. He was very resistant to scumbag men and women, that is, those irresponsible guys. Running away because they can't afford the responsibility, no matter what the reason is, is a betrayal in itself.

[No, because after purchasing the cards, the characters that serve as cards will naturally have a certain degree of favorability towards you. All you have to do is induce their growth to allow them to upgrade and gild, or simply do nothing and wait to receive the cards after the world ends.]

“Can you tell me about those roles in advance?”

[Okay, but are you sure you want to listen? With your personality, if you knew who they were, you would probably toss and turn in bed like a maggot tonight and not be able to sleep at all.]

"Please remove the camera."

[You should adapt to your own body first, and we will deal with the rest later]

Without waiting for Fang Qingyun to reply, the Book of Destiny kicked Fang Qingyun out of the gray mist. Fang Qingyun returned to reality and fell asleep peacefully, waiting for the arrival of the next day.

The next day, Fang Qingyun clearly felt what the Grimoire of Destiny meant by "adapting to the body". The soreness in his muscles made him feel as if every muscle of his was twitching. The good news was that the lava skin on his body had been removed, and the curse that had plagued Fang Qingyun for quite some time had completely disappeared.

Therefore, he does not need to get up early every day to bandage himself. Getting up half an hour earlier will make him feel really sleepy. He gets up early to begin with, and if he gets up half an hour earlier it will be half past five. For someone who is used to going to bed at ten o'clock, this is not a healthy schedule.

The sleep problem is secondary now. The main problem facing Fang Qingyun is that he can hardly lift his legs, so that his mobility is now approaching zero...

He tried his best to lift his knees, but felt his legs being pulled downward by the tense muscles. Accompanied by unbearable pain, it was simply wishful thinking for Fang Qingyun to lift his feet to the height of two steps. The pain when going down the stairs forced him to learn the crab pose, because he could not bend his legs. He could only move down left and right without bending his knees like a human compass going down the stairs. It looked quite funny.

If it weren't in front of so many people, Fang Qingyun would have risked his old face and asked Evelin to come out and help him. The girl would probably laugh at Fang Qingyun first, and then serve him in every detail.

That's right, it's Evelyn who's taking care of Fang Qingyun now, Fred has been taken away by Viola to be the general manager, and Hell is about to usher in its first construction plan. Fang Qingyun gave his own rough opinion based on his little insignificant knowledge of playing Warhammer on easy difficulty: there's no need to rush into armaments, but to start development first.

Fang Qingyun also gave some military guidance based on his own experience. The first was the beautification of the zombies. The faces of the zombies had to be retouched. This was not simply a matter of appearance, but a very important business card. If you go out with a few hideous-looking zombies that can give people nightmares as bodyguards, you will naturally be disliked by creatures who are obsessed with appearance.

Unfortunately, many people claim to be objective and rational, but when faced with ugly and hideous appearances, they still find it difficult to remain calm.

Their IQ also needs to be improved to ensure that they can understand orders, and not become sitting ducks or idiots facing machine guns when given the order to charge.

Elites like heavy gunners also need to be modified and their heights compressed to 2.30 or 2.40 meters. Some are taller than Yao Ming, and some are particularly burly. That width-to-height ratio would be considered robust on a normal person, but on a 2.30 or 2.40 meter zombie... they would be like magnets when walking on the road.

If the eyes could emit incandescent light like ordinary zombies, the effect of walking on the street would be no less than shouting "Everyone look at me". Moreover, modern warfare does not require such a tall height. Is this height convenient for hiding behind a cover and exposing the head to be hit?

And the most crucial point, which Fang Qingyun thinks is the stupidest point, is that the green lasers produced when snipers aim must be changed. This thing is too alarming. Everyone knows that his forehead is being aimed at. If it needs to be changed, it should be changed into rays of hell energy, so that our own people can see the gun line and cooperate better, and the enemy will not be alarmed.

Even for enemies with energy sensing equipment, it is quite difficult to detect the energy of hell. Fang Qingyun boldly guessed that this energy is similar to radio and light, and has its own frequency and spectrum. Trying to find these spectra is like finding a specific grain of sand in the desert, which is simply a fantasy.

That's all he needs to explain to Viola for now. Fang Qingyun had been planning to take some time today to go take a look at the overall situation of hell, but given the current trembling state, he'd better forget it... Wait until everything is almost ready before discussing further matters with Viola.

Fang Qingyun felt like an old man today, and he happened to have quite a lot of classes, which was even more torture for him. Walking was okay, but his knees could not bend. Once bent, his muscles would not be able to support him, and he might kneel down. Wanting to jog was even more of a pipe dream. Once he started running, all the muscles in his body rebelled. Fang Qingyun could only walk slowly according to his habit.

While walking, Fang Qingyun's bones could be heard stretching from time to time. This strange sound made people around him look at Fang Qingyun sideways. Fang Qingyun had to pretend not to hear it. He twisted his neck left and right as if no one was around, making some noise to dispel other people's doubts. Otherwise, these guys would think that Fang Qingyun was possessed and ask the teacher to come and investigate him, which would be a lot of fun.

Ever since Fang Qingyun was shot dead by Carl, he seemed to have a psychological trauma. Whenever he met his teammates, he suspected that someone would shoot him. He always felt that someone was staring at the back of his head, but when he looked back, he saw no one.

After experiencing a painful day, Fang Qingyun finally moved back to his room. He didn't even have the energy to say hello to his classmates. Seeing his painful expression, some of them even asked him to see a doctor. After Fang Qingyun politely declined, they consciously left him some free time.

Fang Qingyun lay directly on the bed and happened to meet Evelyn coming out of the Grimoire of Destiny. She gave Fang Qingyun a massage with a look of disgust. Although her massage skills were very good, she couldn't touch Fang Qingyun's body at all now. It hurt terribly if she touched it.

After listening to Fang Qingyun's screams for a long time, Evelyn chose to give up. Viola had no time at all now. She was still gathering the zombies from hell and renovating the factory by the way.

Fang Qingyun is going to [Dona Dona] in the next world, and he doesn't want to join any anti-Asian organization, so he can only create one himself, and Viola is busy with this matter.

After the factory is transformed, a large number of intelligent and obedient zombies can be produced, and these zombies can create momentum for Fang Qingyun. A large number of manpower can help Fang Qingyun do his work, whether he is holding a gun to be a gangster or pretending to be a rich young master from outside, it is more than enough.

Viola is busy with this and is currently modifying the zombies' IQ and appearance to avoid being exposed.

Naturally, the Book of Destiny also knew about Fang Qingyun's painful situation. After he lay down on the bed, it did not ask him whether he wanted to enter the world of [Dona Dona], which was unusual for him. Today he needed to adapt to the effect of the lava armor, and the way to increase his attack power was to strengthen his muscles. He would need at least one day to adapt to such fatigue, and he would have the strength to do anything after two days.

Fang Qingyun slept until dawn the next day. He usually woke up at six o'clock, but this time he slept late for the first time. He woke up at eight o'clock, but felt as if he had only slept for five hours and had a headache. Fortunately, he didn't have classes today and would not be late.

Fang Qingyun, who got up from the bed, clearly felt his changes. His originally thin arms were now thicker and more symmetrical. With a little effort, obvious muscles appeared on his arms. Fang Qingyun could easily feel the explosive power contained in his muscles.

The fat on his abdomen disappeared and turned into six tofu-like abdominal muscles, which surprised and delighted Fang Qingyun. The "swimming ring" on his belly could finally be removed. The muscles that were not obvious before were all revealed, and the fat was transformed into thicker muscle fibers. Some of the fat seemed to be compressed and stored separately in various parts of the body. Fang Qingyun felt that even if he did not eat for three days, there would be no problem.

He tried to throw two punches in the air, the wind whistled, and the continuous punches were like a small electric fan in the dormitory. Fang Qingyun tried to stand on tiptoe to the left and right to get into a fighting position, and did a few leg and hand switching movements, and it was still as fast as before, even a little more agile.

Fang Qingyun stood up and compared his height. He felt that he was indeed a little taller, but he didn't know how much taller. There was an obvious visual difference from yesterday. Evelyn ran out of the Grimoire of Destiny and measured Fang Qingyun. He was originally 1.75 meters tall, but now he was 1.8 meters tall and weighed 78 kilograms. His whole body was obviously muscular when he was not exerting any effort, as if Fang Qingyun had been working out in the gym for a year.

And once he uses his full strength... he can instantly turn into a terrifying devil muscleman like Baki. If Fang Qingyun hadn't reacted quickly, the clothes on him would have been torn to pieces.

Evelin looked up and down at the complacent Fang Qingyun, trying to pour cold water on him: “What’s the use of having good muscles? Can they block bullets?”

After being reminded, Fang Qingyun suddenly realized that his armor seemed to have the function of blocking bullets. According to the Grimoire of Destiny, he seemed to be not afraid of pistol bullets.

Confidently, Fang Qingyun poked his chest with his thumb and said, "Your little MP40 toy gun can't break my defense at all. If you don't believe me, try it."

Chapter 48, My muscles can bounce... I didn't ask you to take anti-material

"Is it true?" Evelyn was skeptical. To be on the safe side, she pointed the muzzle of the MP40 submachine gun at a non-lethal part of Fang Qingyun's body, so that even if something happened, he could be rescued.

The short sound of submachine gun fire woke up the students in other dormitories. Because of the angle of incidence, the bullets fired from the submachine gun ricocheted on Fang Qingyun's muscles and bounced towards Fang Qingyun's fragile jaw. There was no bloody scene as Evelyn had imagined. The bullet, which still had some kinetic energy, hit the jaw, only causing a slight dent in the skin, and then lost its kinetic energy.

Not to mention the other bullets, the bullets with good angles of incidence fell to the ground with a clang, and the bullet heads were flattened by the collision. Some bullets could not withstand the force of the collision, and the bullet heads bloomed like a small flower.

Evelyn was dumbfounded. She checked her submachine gun and confirmed that there were no toy bullets in it. Viola couldn't have the time to tease her. Then there was only one truth... Evelyn looked at Fang Qingyun, who was posing with muscles, and was amused by his twitching eyebrows and smug smile. His mean look was really funny.

Fang Qingyun, who was too proud of himself, suddenly realized that this was still a dormitory of the college, not a place where he could test his gun at will. He opened the door and stuck his head out, only to find that no one was paying attention to him.

Not to mention the sound of a gunpowder primer, no one would care even if a grenade exploded. The guns in this world are powered by magic and there won't be the sound of gunpowder weapons. Others just thought that Fang Qingyun was doing some experiments and were just scared. It was normal for a noble's dormitory to explode every now and then. No one would even bother to look at this one that just made a noise.

On the one hand, Fang Qingyun is considered a noble. Although he is only the lowest level of nobles now and is very approachable, he is not someone that common people can afford to offend. What's more, the pain he felt all over his body yesterday is still vivid in people's minds. What if he takes out his anger on the people who come over to check the situation today?

On the other hand, what's so interesting about magic experiments? It's not strange. A female voice was heard in Fang Qingyun's room before. What's the big deal about a little noise this time? Just don't blow the wall down.

Seeing that there was no reaction around, Fang Qingyun boldly let Evelyn shoot freely. Evelyn realized Fang Qingyun's defensive ability and did not hold back this time. She walked around Fang Qingyun with all her strength. Fang Qingyun calmly reached out and covered his lower body. He was not sure if his Justin Bieber was bulletproof. For his future happiness, he still chose to cover his lower body.

The bullet pierced Fang Qingyun's pants and smashed his exposed upper body into pieces. It was like taking a shower. Fang Qingyun stood still, but he had a feeling of freely moving through the storm of bullets.

Bullets shot into his face and were bounced in all directions by the muscles on his face. Evelyn changed several magazines, and the orange shells fell at her feet. The bullet heads were all flattened, and not even a single bullet could cause any damage to Qingyun.

The shot that came closest to breaking through his defense hit Fang Qingyun's eyes, which caused tons of damage to him. It was as if a bug was stuck in his eye and it was extremely itchy. Fang Qingyun rubbed his eyes for a long time and they turned red.

"Are you really human?" Evelyn asked in disbelief, holding her submachine gun with a red-hot barrel. "Lady Viola told me that you are human, so I was really surprised when you felt pain. But judging from the current situation, your human bloodline is not pure either."

Fang Qingyun struck a standard strongman's pose, and the two muscles on his shoulders bounced alternately: "I just gained this ability today, it turns out I'm just a weak human being." At least the original Fang Qingyun didn't have the courage to compare himself with those rebels. He exercised too little, just walking back and forth every day, and rarely even ran. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was sub-healthy.

Evelin nodded doubtfully, lowered her head and began to pick up the shell casings and bullets on the ground. Fang Qingyun felt that it was not good for him to just stand there, so he went to get a dustpan and a broom and swept the shell casings together. Evelin looked up at Fang Qingyun and said, "You should go and do your own thing, such as changing into a new pair of pants. You will only cause trouble for me when it comes to cleaning up."

Fang Qingyun looked down at his clothes: his pants were torn, with holes everywhere, and his underwear was only able to hold on to the part that Fang Qingyun was covering under the high-density gunfire, with the rest of the underwear being tottering. Those who knew would know that he had been beaten, while those who didn't would think it was some kind of postmodern style.

Not being able to act like a hooligan in front of the girl, Fang Qingyun quickly changed into a new pair of pants. To him, being naked was considered acting like a hooligan, but being shirtless was not. He controlled his pectoral muscles to bounce up and down, and blew on his muscles in a showy manner. In short, he was showing off.

Hey, men’s happiness is so simple.

Evelin sighed. Fang Qingyun's action successfully made her doubt her age. When Fang Qingyun took her to find Viola, she once thought that she would become a sister-like role, but Viola's childish behavior clearly told her that it was impossible.

When she thought about the meaning of her life again, Fang Qingyun would tell her with childish behavior that she was actually the most sensible person in the family. Sometimes she would wonder if she was born at the wrong age. Why was she the most psychologically mature person here?

Evelin frowned as she watched Fang Qingyun show off his muscles, looking helpless. She thrust her free right hand into the air and into the orange-red portal. When she took it out again, there was an extra set of clothes: "Try it on first to see if it fits. Then the clothes can be brought into that world through me and Lady Viola."

Fang Qingyun took the clothes and found that it was a white suit, with a shirt inside, and even a golden watch with Roman numerals on it. The real use of this thing was... Evelyn twisted the dial, and a large portal appeared in the air instantly. When the light effect ended, Fang Qingyun's room was full of infantrymen with guns.

Evelyn twisted the dial again and teleported all the infantry back: "This watch is actually a distress device, or a show-off device. You can instantly deploy a platoon of guards near you according to your thoughts, and there are three heavy gunners as squad leaders."

Fang Qingyun recalled the heavy gunner's height of 2.3 meters, as well as the traces of stitching, nailing, and steel plate installation on his body... Anyone who is not blind can see that something is wrong: "This is too easy to be exposed..."

Evelyn shook her head. "That's what Lady Viola is busy with. She transformed the appearance of zombies to make them look more like humans and have strong fighting instincts."

She added, "Originally it was impossible, but the holy artifact is so useful that it opens the door to all modifications. Even those vehicles covered with flesh and blood have had their surface flesh removed. Apart from being able to drive automatically and fire automatically and having a certain level of intelligence, there is almost no difference between them and normal vehicles."