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

The people around ran away when the gunfire broke out. The maid took two steps at a time and ran to the wall. She reached out and picked Antina up, covering her eyes.

Antina didn't dare to look at the person lying on the ground. The fierce exchange of fire caused her calves to cramp and she couldn't walk for a while. The maid picked her up in a princess hug, picked up the schoolbag on the ground with one hand, and carried her to the armored vehicle to sit down, then gently knocked on the inner wall of the steel.

The armored vehicle rushed out again like a husky on the loose. The acceleration almost made Antina lose her balance. The maid frowned and knocked on the inner wall with a little dissatisfaction. Only then did the speed of the armored vehicle slow down. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Antina seemed to feel a little disappointment in the armored vehicle.

Now she seemed to have a deeper sense of this special energy. Although she had no vision, she seemed to have witnessed with her own eyes the car performing an extremely difficult and unusual sweeping maneuver, starting at high speed while drawing a circle on the spot. This kind of action was definitely not something that an ordinary racing driver could do. Combined with the green laser she saw at school, she suddenly had a bold idea: Has her magical talent been revealed?

If the perception is correct...Antina spoke to the maid, and this action made the maid who was about to comfort her freeze in place: "Is this car we are sitting in alive?"

The maid originally thought that after seeing such bloodshed, Antina might become a stranger to them, but she didn't expect that she would ask this. After asking for instructions and getting a positive answer, the maid confirmed Antina's guess: "That's right, this car is now alive and intelligent, but its intelligence is the same as that of a husky, and it can only accept some simple commands."

"Wow!" Antina's eyes lit up: "Can it turn into a girl? Like in the KanColle collection that boys play with?"

Antina posed a few times and imitated the sound of gunfire: "It's the personification of an object with great power, but that one was a battleship, so what about this armored vehicle? Its weapon is a small cannon, which is still a bit weak..."

Seeing that Antina's thoughts were running wildly in an unknown direction, the maid interrupted her imagination: "We haven't figured it out yet, but this part of the topic does exist, and it is also our research focus."

"Yes!" Antina raised her hand high, but then she felt that this might not be very ladylike. She felt quite ashamed of herself in front of the perfect demeanor of the maid, so she put her hand down silently.

The maid smiled a little. The car was driving steadily now. She could also comfort Antina and let her relax. They might be chased by the mobile forces later. It was very likely that this 222 armored vehicle would divert the pursuers. Maybe this would be the last sight of this car.

"Damn, where did that thing come from?" The commander of the mobile team slammed the table in his command vehicle. In front of him was a video call with the captains of each team: "Bravo team, how did you see the intersection? Now look what happened, three people were injured or killed, and the target got away."

He exhaled heavily through his nose, took two deep breaths, and calmed himself down: "Are there any traces now? Where's the drone's view? Switch it over!"

The drone's field of view from Team A expanded from the small window, and the video frames of several team leaders were squeezed into the corner of the screen. In the drone's field of view, one could see the 222 armored vehicles traveling at a speed of kilometers per hour. They were as nimble as spiders, cutting in line whenever they could, and swimming around in the crowded traffic like fish.

"These are their coordinates. I have arranged more drones to track them. Helicopters are also on the way, waiting for your instructions." The captain of Team A reported to the commander, and his big face, dressed like a Swat, immediately occupied the screen.

"Bring the armed forces, don't hold back, just destroy them." The commander gave the order naturally: "Don't worry about the civilians, it's their bad luck if they get hit."

"Remember, be quick and decisive. If any civilians are injured by mistake, just say he is an 'informal'. If he is traveling with others, label him an anti-Asian element. Do you understand? I don't want anything to be reported to the higher-ups." The commander's eyes were serious, and his orders were so familiar and cold that it was obviously not the first time he had done this. It was foreseeable that a bloody storm was about to fall on those unlucky people.

"It's time for us to go." The maid took Antina's hand and said, "Take your belongings with you and get off the bus with me later."

Antina carried her small schoolbag, put on her headphones, and worriedly reminded the maid: "We may not be able to escape. I just intercepted their message. Now there are drones in the sky as spies. A helicopter will come over soon."

The maid touched Antina's head and said with a smile: "So we have to find another way to get off the bus." After that, the maid pointed her lace-gloved fingers in the air, and made a slight cut from top to bottom like a cutting knife. In an instant, the space was split into two halves, and an orange-red portal appeared in the gap. This scene made Antina open her mouth wide, and her jaw dropped to the ground in shock.

"This, this, this..." Antina began to stutter in surprise: "Is this a hell energy spell? Did he say that I can learn it too?"

The maid nodded. There was no time to waste. This armored vehicle had been targeted and must be abandoned. If they tried to get off the vehicle directly, they would definitely be targeted by drones and then smashed to pieces by the arriving helicopters. It was not realistic to shoot down the drones. According to the perception of Husky 222, there were three drones targeting the target from the top, left and right respectively. In addition, this 222 target was too conspicuous. If they walked a little further, the road might be blocked.

Therefore, the only way, which is also a way to break through ordinary people's thinking, is to use a portal. However, the maid's portal can only teleport a maximum of 200 meters when carrying someone. If she is alone, she can be directly teleported back to her hometown.

To this end, Fang Qingyun, who had already made arrangements, ordered Husky 222 to change its route. From the beginning, it did not drive into the alley, but drove towards the outer industrial area, trying to drive to a conspicuous place as much as possible, forcing the mobile force to mobilize personnel to chase. The time difference in between would allow them to take the portal to an unknown alley and successfully escape.

On the other hand, Fang Qingyun was preparing for a big move. His plan was to let the Husky drive a distance after the two passengers escaped, attract the hatred of the mobile force, and then abandon it.

In fact, he could have called Husky 222 back to hell remotely, but abandonment was also part of the plan.

The maid faithfully carried out Fang Qingyun's orders. She did not rush to the portal, but first opened a secret part of 222.

Under Antina's frightened gaze, part of the camouflage inside 222 began to fail. Antina could see the maid's outstretched hand inserted into a mass of flesh and blood. If she hadn't realized that 222 had no intention of resisting, she might have gone up to help pull the maid out. This scene really looked like a monster trying to devour the beautiful maid.

The maid leaned almost half of her body in, grabbed something, and pulled it out. Then Antina saw a basketball-sized, still-beating flesh-orange heart held in the maid's palm.

The act of pulling the heart caused 222 to lose control for a short while, but then his instinct took over again. This heart is both an energy supply component and the thinking position of Husky 222, serving as both the brain and the heart. This heart is worth recycling, and it can be taken back to revive Husky 222.

Although he could be resurrected without taking the car back, the heart could be recovered after all, and it would save the operation of putting the soul and consciousness into the body. Fang Qingyun's purpose was actually to expose the abnormality of the car, so that the top leaders of Asia General Yi would know the extremely high scientific research value and economic benefits behind it. Want the capitalists to remain rational in front of money? That's impossible.

After taking the heart, the maid took Antina's hand and entered the portal together. The portal soon went out, and the space that had been displaced was squeezed back again, eliminating the original traces.

The portal opened into an alley. The maid came out holding the heart and stuffed it into the space she was carrying. She took Antina's hand and calmly walked towards the safe house.

Antina didn't dare to shake the maid's hand that just held the heart. The maid seemed to realize something and showed Antina her new, white palm. There was no blood on the heart at all, not even a fishy smell. It was as clean as if it had been processed.

Antina hesitated for a moment, then held the maid again and walked towards the safe house like a pair of sisters. She pondered for a while, but couldn't suppress her curiosity: "So, maid...are you the same as that armored vehicle?"

The maid knew what Antina meant. In fact, Antina was not stupid. She probably guessed that the maid might also be a created creature, and maybe the heart beating in her chest was also a flesh-orange heart.

"If I tell you the truth, will you hate me, Antina?" The maid looked straight ahead, she bent over and gently pinched Antina's cheek, forehead touching forehead. Antina could feel the warmth from the maid, she shook her head: "No, in my opinion, any sentient being has the ability to become a human, and the maid has reached the end of this road"

The maid smiled after receiving the response. She picked up Antina and spun her around twice. Although there was still not much expression on her face, Antina could feel her inner joy.

"Let's talk while we walk." The maid put Antina down. Antina looked up at her. Her expression seemed to have changed slightly because she was affirmed as a human being, but it was not obvious yet: "Our lives were given by the general, and the other adult gave the general a new life."

"After receiving the life granted by the general, we gave our loyalty to her. She gave us a magical heart, allowing us to continue following her footsteps even after death. Our souls are immortal and our loyalty will never end." The maid calmly told her secret.

Chapter 222: Are you afraid of , which is equivalent to expert AI?

Although the lines sounded like a prayer, her expression did not show any fanaticism: "She told us that we are all living beings, and we are all equal to each other. There is no need to worship or believe in her just because of the reason for her birth, and we must not elevate her to a pedestal."

Antina was shocked by this statement. Such equality was a utopia that she could hardly imagine. Fusang seemed to be a developed country, but the gap in social status was not even as big as that in some feudal countries. The upper and lower classes were severely rigidified, and the family system still existed.

Even in school, the distance between the juniors and the seniors can be described as a chasm. The seniors can find excuses to cause trouble to the juniors, but it is not allowed to give suggestions to the seniors. Giving suggestions is as serious as committing seppuku. The longer you live in such a society, the more you yearn for equal communication. Just like poetry and distant places are a fatal attraction to some women, equality is also a fatal temptation to Antina.

On the other hand, when the helicopter came over the empty shell of the 222 armored vehicle, the surrounding traffic had already realized that the situation was not good and dispersed. Only a few cars that didn't know what was going on were still driving next to the armored vehicle. Some of them were careless and didn't realize it, while others simply spotted such a hole and couldn't wait to squeeze in and take a shortcut.

As the commander gave the order to "open fire", the machine gunner on the helicopter operated the fixed machine gun on the side and fired fiercely in the direction of the 222 armored vehicle. The bullets only swept roughly, and some of them did hit the armored vehicle, penetrating the thin top armor plate and angering the instincts of the empty armored vehicle.

Most of the other ammunition hit innocent vehicles in the surrounding area, which was very effective. The traffic nearby was like being cut off by a sharp sword, and they overturned and lost control, causing a chain collision.

"Keep firing! Don't worry about their lives, just destroy that armored vehicle for me." The commander's voice came from the pilot's headset.

"Got it!" The pilot turned the nose of the helicopter and brought it closer to the ground to increase the chance of hitting the target. A flash of light caught his eyes. He looked closely and found that a small gun was rising from the top of the 222 armored vehicle. He couldn't believe his eyes until the small machine gun turned towards him. He hurriedly shouted in the headset: "The hostile vehicle is armed! Attention, the hostile vehicle is armed!"

The 222 turned the gun around and didn't bother to be polite to him. He fired the 20mm machine gun at the helicopter.

After the heart was removed, Empty Shell 222 lost its ability to think logically. Apart from executing orders, it only had primitive instincts, one of which was to counterattack when attacked.

"We are being fired upon by hostile vehicles. Repeat, we are being fired upon by hostile vehicles," the pilot repeated, trying to stabilize the helicopter's flying posture. After all, this is a future world, and a helicopter would not crash so easily.

The pilot wiped his sweat and ignored the machine gunner on the side. He maneuvered the helicopter to fly over the upper and rear of the armored vehicle. He pushed the handle and a burst of fire rained in a straight line towards the back of the armored vehicle.

The primitive instinct of 222 actually also includes simple combat thinking. It just turned its front end and dodged the gunfire gorgeously when the helicopter fired two shots. The machine gun continued to take care of the glass in front of the pilot.

The pilot gritted his teeth and persisted, but ultimately chose to cheat outright: two missiles were slung out from the wings, ignited and accelerated in the air, and tracked towards 222 as if they had eyes.

At this time, 222, whose machine gun had been silent, finally revealed its hidden firepower. With two parallel MG42s, 222's combat instinct determined that it would be useless to use machine guns to shower the helicopter, so it had not used the machine guns. Now, facing the incoming missiles, the two machine guns with a firing rate of 1200 rounds per minute turned their muzzles at the missiles at an extremely fast speed and fired a dense rain of bullets, successfully blowing the two missiles into a fireball.

The closest one even hit the back of the armored vehicle, and the huge blast wave caused the armored vehicle to jump up and down.

"Sir, sir!" The pilot's voice was somewhat terrified. Using a machine gun to intercept a missile? This was not just a show of skill and courage, but the key point was that the interception was successful.

The commander's voice came from the headset: "Stop making noise, I saw it", the commander sitting in the command vehicle pressed his eyebrows hard, he now felt an unprecedented headache. There has never been such a large-scale arms smuggling in these years, this time he actually saw an armored vehicle, and the personnel operating the machine guns were obviously not easy to deal with, their reaction speed was extremely fast.

"Keep firing! I want to see how many shots he can block?" The commander's order was firm.

This time the helicopter fired the remaining four missiles, and the 222 accepted them all and fired three in succession. When it turned its gun to shoot at the remaining missile, it had already hit the armored vehicle, which was unable to dodge.

The pilot and the commander breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Fortunately, this old World War II car did not have such strong interception firepower, so it would be quite effective to hit it with more firepower.

Although 222 was hit by an anti-personnel missile with explosive charge, his thin skin was not something he could withstand, even though his steel plates had been enchanted and upgraded with hell energy.

The explosion occurred behind 222's vehicle, destroying almost half of it. The debris ejected by the explosion cut into the surrounding road guardrails obliquely like shrapnel. The secondary explosion lifted up the rear of the armored vehicle and smashed it onto the ground face up like an angry giant throwing toys.

The flames that had just risen were quickly extinguished by the armored vehicle itself. Its weapons were all out of service, and only the two front wheels that had not been blown off were still turning. This was its last act of stubbornness. Its smoking wreckage lay on the road, looking as miserable as a dog that had been run over by a car.

"Commander, mission accomplished, the helicopter will soon withdraw from the battlefield." The pilot drove the helicopter that had just been fired upon by the 20mm machine gun back. Although the 20mm had no effect on the helicopter's armor and could not threaten the helicopter pilot, there was no telling whether such continuous strafing would damage some component. If he didn't go back now, he might not be able to go back later.

The commander approved the pilot's request to return, and then issued an order to Team C: "Team Charlie, go and recover the target wreckage and check whether the target is dead." Things were basically over here. There were drones following all the way, and the mission target should have been destroyed together with the armored vehicle. The commander stretched his body. The next step was a little troublesome. So many death certificates had to be signed one by one to confirm the report as anti-Asian. There were more than 20 names to sign.

"How do you feel?" Fang Qingyun covered his chin and looked at the scene in front of him, and asked Evelin beside him. The hell energy constituted the scene of the battle between the armored vehicle and the helicopter just now, from the beginning when the armored vehicle was attacked to the end when the armored vehicle overturned and was destroyed.

This was also a test to see whether this new armored vehicle met the tactical requirements. Obviously, judging by Evelyn's slightly shaking head, it was not very ideal.

Evelyn stood aside with great dignity. After carefully observing it, she put forward her own ideas: "This armored vehicle still fails to meet our needs. Although it has concealed a lot of shortcomings, as far as the current situation is concerned, the goal of a multi-functional armored vehicle maintaining its combat effectiveness after destroying a helicopter is far from being achieved."

Fang Qingyun nodded: "Based on the current situation... even if we don't hide our weakness, both sides will suffer losses, but at least the counterattack can break the defense. Ordinary artillery shells are still not effective. We still have to use the Hell Cannon."

The Hell Chain Cannon is a map cannon installed on the final boss, the Hell Machine. It can clear the screen with one shot. Under the bombardment of seven or eight heavy artillery of at least 380mm, an area can be wiped off the map in an instant, not to mention that it also uses hell energy.

The Hell Chain Cannon eliminated the outdated design of installing explosives in ammunition and replaced it with energy shells. The waves released by the hell energy impact alone can kill people, not to mention that the killing range of the hell energy waves is much larger than that of shrapnel. This not only saves steel, but also reduces the space occupied by ammunition.

The Hell Chain Cannon also has a certain degree of lethality against armor. If it fails to penetrate the target, the implosion of the hell energy will instantly "bite" off a piece of armor whose size is related to the amount of energy. Just a few consecutive shots can reduce the target to metal fragments all over the ground.

Unfortunately, because the heart was taken out in advance, this armored vehicle simply did not have enough energy to ensure the operation of the Hell Cannon, and could only use old live ammunition for shooting, with obviously poor results.

Fang Qingyun patted Evelin's head, who looked a little depressed, and comforted her: "It's okay, look at the end." He pointed to the abnormal situation where the flames on the armored vehicle were extinguished at the end: "At least the damage control caught up, at least the fire was put out."

Evelyn was very serious. She took out a notebook from the portal next to her and began to write down something: "We can't just use the Hell Cannon. Although the multi-barrel machine gun fires quickly, the penetration depth is still not enough, and it can't immediately prevent the target from counterattacking. In this case, we still have to use the Hell Cannon to tear the armor apart with one shot."

The difference between the Hell Chain Cannon and the Hell Cannon is that the Hell Chain Cannon is a general term for multi-barreled small-caliber Hell Cannons. The chain cannon has a fast firing rate, but it is really weak in attacking armor. It requires a process of first breaking the armor and then breaking it. Its lethality is far less than that of a large-caliber Hell Cannon that can melt the front of a tank with one shot.

Evelyn operated the holographic projection formed by the energy of hell, pointed her index finger at the helicopter hovering in the air, and with a "biu" sound from her mouth, a faint light shot out from her finger and hit the front of the helicopter. In an instant, the simulated helicopter had almost half of its fuselage bitten off by a monster, and it swayed into a state of out of control.

Chapter 60: Oh no, there is a CA Shi Lan among us!

Evelyn hugged her chest and nodded: "The power of the hell cannon is still enough, so we should change the chain cannon, but the damage control effect is not good. The original ideal design of the damage control was to hope that the effect of it being activated would be the name of blood plus advanced flesh bloating, but now it only puts out the fire."

Fang Qingyun was choked by the two nouns he suddenly heard: "Are there any of us who play Warhammer 3?" He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and Evelyn was puzzled.

In the Name of Blood is a passive skill of the Kislev soldiers, a country designed based on Russia in Warhammer 3. From the lowest-level Cozacos to the highest-level Ice Guards, every army has the passive skill "In the Name of Blood". The effect of this passive skill is: when your troops' morale is low and they start to flee with the white flag, they will be forced into the "Never Lose" state for thirty seconds, that is, their morale will be locked and they will fight for another thirty seconds. Sometimes, it is these thirty seconds that create the chance of victory.

Advanced Flesh Bloat is a spell of the Nurgle faction in Warhammer 3. Its effect is to restore 1.6% of the health of all friendly troops within the range per second for twenty seconds. That is to say, after the skill ends, the affected friendly troops can recover 32% of their health, which is equivalent to having half an extra life.

It is not easy for damage control to achieve these two spells, although zombies have no morale. Opening this damage control is equivalent to gaining the ability to continue fighting, at least for the current damage control... Fang Qingyun looked at the damage control that barely put out the fire, and his eyebrows jumped.

This road is quite long...

Fang Qingyun, who had looked at the schematic diagram of each part of the armored vehicle, thought about it and added, "One more trivial point. I remember that the armored vehicle was equipped with a smoke generator and a cloaking device... Although this primitive instinct operation was successful, the tactics were still not good. I thought he would release the smoke first and then turn on the cloaking and run away directly, but he ended up fighting head-on and hasn't fought yet."

Evelin nodded: "It's indeed a trivial matter. After all, when the fight really starts, the heart, which serves as the brain and energy source, must still be inside. If it is controlled by the heart itself, those things will definitely be used."

Fang Qingyun thought back to the armored vehicle that ran wild like a mad dog in the morning, and said uncertainly: "The key is that we haven't tested it yet. It runs wild like a husky. Who knows if it will forget when fighting? Is it an Arctic wolf or a husky? We need to take it out for a walk. It's best not to test it before testing it. Besides... I think the defense of this armor is still not enough..."

Looking at Evelyn's murderous expression as if to say "I will die in front of you if you ask me to add armor and recalculate the data again", Fang Qingyun touched his head awkwardly and put on some armor first: "I am just expressing my opinion as a layman." He stretched out his hand to push the 3D map forward and pulled it back to the place where the armored vehicle was shot by the machine gunner on the side.

Fang Qingyun zoomed in on the side profile of the armored vehicle, pointed at the penetrations and said, "Although our steel plate has been reinforced, it is still very weak. The top is pierced by 12.7mm bullets. If it hits, everyone in the car will die. It doesn't provide any protection at all."

Evelyn had a cold and stern expression, and swore, "You know nothing, go away. Do you know the penetration of a 12.7 caliber machine gun? The penetration of a human is 30mm steel plate, and the thickest part of our broken car is only 30mm. After being hit by a round of bullets on the rear end of the car, it's already very good that only the top was penetrated. Don't you know that the most vulnerable parts of armored units are the top and bottom?"

This made Fang Qingyun embarrassed. He raised his hand and looked at the angry Evelin. He felt embarrassed. Now an outsider was instructing an insider.

Evelin let out a breath, suppressed her anger, and tutted her lips: "Although the armored vehicle is indeed not a vehicle that can compete with the helicopter, it is too fragile to be penetrated by a machine gun. The reinforced steel plate is still not strong enough. We have to try a new formula."

"That's all for now." Fang Qingyun looked at Evelyn's densely packed notebook, his eyes twitching. If he were asked to analyze it, he could write something, but if he were asked to do a version update in this area... it would be better for him to stay aside.

Evelyn pouted and nodded. This test revealed too many problems. She had to work overtime again... Oh, why is her life so hard? Evelyn, who was feeling sad about the passing of time, suddenly thought of a question: "Wait, how did you get this design data? I remember our drone is still being manufactured. Where did you get the spies?"

Fang Qingyun stretched out his finger and tapped his temple, with a mysterious and mean expression on his face, which made Evelin want to punch him twice: "It's very simple, can't we just send the sniper over?"

Evelyn's doubts grew even greater: "No, that's not right. The sniper does have extremely strong mobility, but he can't keep up with an armored vehicle traveling at 70 miles per hour."

Fang Qingyun stroked his chin with a bit of complacency: "Can you take a look at the route the armored vehicle took?"

Evelin brought the map and drew the route of the armored vehicle on it. Looking at her finger that had drawn an arc, she was stunned: "You let the sniper take a shortcut?"

"What else?" Fang Qingyun spread his shoulders, shrugged his head, and made a slightly sarcastic gesture: "The whole route was designed by me. I asked the snipers to walk in a straight line at the beginning. In order to prevent them from being blocked, I also asked them to take turns to complete the surveillance. In this way, when the armored vehicle is blocked by the helicopter, the snipers can act as cameras all the time."

"You can't judge a book by its cover," Evelyn was amazed. "But she's still not as strategic as Lady Viola, and don't you know there are mobile forces? Isn't this a 'variable'?" She changed the subject and poured a basin of cold water on Fang Qingyun, who was immersed in the thought that "the plan was finally completed," and calmed him down.

"Actually, my original plan was to use private police, and I didn't expect that the situation would be so serious that a helicopter would come. I just made a universal plan in advance, and now at least it is being executed well." Fang Qingyun snapped his fingers, his teasing expression full of "please praise me quickly".

Evelin clapped her hands and praised in a tone that was unmotivated and even a little sarcastic: “Wow, you are so great, I admire you so much.”

“Well, that’s it. Let’s see how the layout goes next.” Fang Qingyun didn’t care about Evelin’s sabotage. He patted the non-existent smoke and dust on his hands: “Calculating the time, it’s almost time to come back.”

“Please don’t talk big,” Evelin rolled her eyes at him.

Less than a minute later, the maid returned to the store carrying Antina on her back. After a day of hard work, chasing, and watching a small fight, Antina was exhausted. She dozed off on the way back and even fell asleep on the maid's back, her saliva soaking the clothes on the maid's back.

“Hmm?” Fang Qingyun raised an eyebrow at Evelin. Without saying anything, this action alone was enough to indicate “You know what I’m talking about, right?”

Evelyn knew she had lost the argument and couldn't defend herself anymore. She didn't want to stay here any longer. Her fragile face prevented her from saying sorry. She could only use work as an excuse and went back to the portal to work overtime in hell.

Fang Qingyun looked at Evelin's fleeing back, and had no idea what to do with this unfrank sister. Fortunately, she was just unfrank, but she was conscientious at work and usually very sensible, and she could not be classified as a naughty child.

On the other side, the maid carried Antina back to her room, helped her take off her coat, pants, shoes and headphones, covered her with a quilt, then quietly closed the door and stood quietly outside the room, waiting for her to sleep and wake up naturally.

On the other side, some members of Team C who arrived at the battlefield recovered the wreckage, while others investigated the backgrounds of the surrounding dead and wounded. Based on their backgrounds, they labeled them as anti-Asian and "informal". They then each wrote a report and submitted it to the commander for signature and seal, and the matter was over.

After being labeled as anti-Asian and "informal", those people no longer need to have human rights, and they don't even need to pay compensation for their deaths and injuries. They don't worry that the matter will be reported to the TV stations. Now the TV stations are under the control of the people above, and at most they will report the "great success of the mobile force's anti-terrorism efforts" and take a few photos of the wreckage of the armored vehicle, and the matter will be over.

If there is someone who doesn't know what's good for him and tries to find the TV station to seek justice, then I'm sorry, someone will take him away soon and deal with him. There are only two ways to deal with him. One is to disappear from the face of the earth and sink him into the river with cement. Then, the private police will be contacted to cancel his ID card, and the proof of this person's existence will disappear.

Or he can make use of his remaining energy and go to the laboratory to be a glorious "donor". As for what organs are removed, it all depends on the doctor's mood. If the doctor is in a bad mood, it is possible to remove the organs without anesthesia. It is said that there is a special medicine there that can make people lose all ability to resist and only retain the pain nerves and breathing. They can't even scream when they are in pain, and their death is extremely tragic.

But what does that have to do with the mobile force? He was just a donor, and in the end it was just a one-stop service for the incinerator. It's nothing new.

"Captain, come and take a look at this." The member of Team C, who was in charge of recovering the wreckage and searching for bodies, called the captain over, as if he was frightened by something.

The captain of Team C squatted down. He looked at several forensic doctors in white coats who were scooping out handfuls of flesh and blood from the wreckage with a look of disgust: "What's so good about this? It's just a little bit broken into pieces by the explosion." He was just having a video call with the commander, and the drone responsible for the call was still hovering nearby. Looking at this thing at this time might bring bad luck to the commander.