Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

“I’ve known the fisherman for a long time, and I can’t just watch him die without an heir.”

He said seriously.

Although the female divers are women, this non-human race should not be sexist.

Even if the fisherman is old-fashioned, he can just find a son-in-law to live with him.

"In the eyes of us immortal beings, you are nothing more than people we've only met briefly on the road."

The Nile doctor chuckled.

"Ambition knows no age, and friendship knows no length. We two are sworn brothers, even if we have different fathers."

Liu Zhengyi said sternly.

"Then your family hierarchy is quite messed up."

"I'm not going to chat with you guys anymore, I have to go."

He waved his tentacles and made a quick getaway.

These guys are inhuman and can't speak like human beings. If we stay any longer, who knows what they'll say about him.

"I don't think that tree will really like the bunch of buzzing things around it once it wakes up."

After Liu Zheng got into the car, the driver complained.

"It's good enough that it can survive. It stretches its roots into the sewers every day to find food. What right does it have to look down on flies?"

"Besides, it's just public property, and the Fly Man is an employee of the city hall."

Although it is a temporary worker.

"I feel like you're talking about blind dates."

the driver said.

"You even know about blind dates?"

he said in surprise.

"I've only been dead for a hundred years, not a thousand. Besides, the older the people are, the more they like to use blind dates as a form of matchmaking."

The driver replied.

"That makes sense, after all, it's about matching social status and background."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Where to go now?"

"Don't rush, take a look at this thing first."

He took out a hand-cranked air raid siren.

"Ok?"

The driver took the siren, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

"Where did you get it?"

he asked.

"Given to me by Red Ghost."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Ha, it even keeps this kind of thing. What a sentimental old thing?"

The driver said this, but a nostalgic expression appeared on his face.

"This doesn't belong to you, does it?"

he asked.

"No, quite the opposite, this was once used to defend against us."

The driver shook his head.

"Well, I was thinking you must have something that could withstand an air raid."

Liu Zheng said disappointedly.

"What, didn't Red Phantom provide you with the necessary accessories?"

"No, it says it has a simple fortification, but you need engineering or architectural skills to use it."

He shook his head.

"Ha, what do those barbarians know about engineering and architecture?"

The driver mocked.

"So, Colonel, you understand what I mean?"

"Of course, I'm not only proficient in engineering and architecture, but also in mathematics, chemistry, physics, and all the disciplines that can be used in war."

The driver said proudly.

"What about literature, philosophy, and history?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"If you want to get off, you can get off now."

The driver said expressionlessly.

"Haha, never mind. Anyway, since you couldn't handle Red Ghost, I figured you should have a solution, Colonel."

"Hmph, of course, we are the most professional when it comes to air strikes and counter-air strikes."

The driver straightened his back.

"I knew you were like this, Colonel."

Liu Zheng gave a thumbs up.

"You don't need to flatter me. We've been rivals with Red Ghost for a long time, and we know exactly what each of us is good at and bad at."

That's what he said, but the driver's lips still curled up.

"As for the method, you should be able to guess it."

He said.

"Could it be... a hunting dog?"

Liu Zheng immediately gave the answer.

"That's right. Tanks are mobile fortifications."

The driver nodded.

"Wasn't the hunting dog out for maintenance?"

"It's just a minor scratch, it's not like we can't expedite it. But..."

The driver drawled out the sound.

"understand."

Liu Zheng quickly took out a thick stack of banknotes.

"Yes, you are indeed very talented in this area."

The driver took the money and praised it.

"It's all about social etiquette. Only weak people like us need to be so particular about these things. Strong people like you, Colonel, only need to rely on your strength."

He shrugged.

"You're wrong. Even at higher levels, personal connections are still necessary. An order without personal connections is short-lived. If I had your abilities back then, I wouldn't have ended up as just a colonel."

The driver sighed.

Colonel sounds cool, but how can he compare to a general?

"It's not necessarily a bad thing to have a lower-ranking official position; fewer people will be watching you. As long as the position is good, being a low-ranking official is much more comfortable than being a high-ranking one."

Liu Zheng's words were not entirely meant to comfort him.

During his time as a journalist, he also came into contact with many officials and naturally observed their living conditions.

Of course, it's not convenient to go into the specifics.

“You are indeed born for this job. If the empire were still around, I would definitely recommend you to the military academy and then bring you into the General Staff.”

the driver said.

"I'd rather be a deliveryman than a general."

Liu Zheng said sincerely.

It's not that he doesn't like higher social status, it's just that he doesn't like leading others, just as he doesn't like being led by others.

As they were talking, the truck drove back to the restaurant entrance.

Liu Zheng got out of the truck, and the driver drove the truck back to change vehicles.

Soon, the driver returned in the Tank Hound.

"what is this?"

He pointed to the thick layer of wax on the tank's surface and asked.

He remembered that these things didn't exist before.

"Oh, this is wax oil made using alchemy, and it functions similarly to reactive armor."

The driver crawled out and returned to the road.

Seeing that Liu Zheng still didn't seem to understand, he explained a few more words.

For tanks, armor is naturally of paramount importance.

It's fair to say that a tank isn't worthy of being called a tank if its armor isn't thick enough.

However, the thickness of the armor is ultimately limited. Even if the tank's own power can keep up, the load-bearing capacity of the road surface cannot.

While the Metropolis should have advanced technologies like anti-gravity, this would also encroach on the space for power and firepower.

If you further enhance the power and firepower, it's like adding more flour to water, or adding more water to flour, until you end up with a monster that's nothing at all.

The solution to this problem in reality is the development of reactive armor, which is essentially installing inert explosives on the armor of tanks.

These inert explosives will not react to smaller impacts, but if attacked by weapons such as anti-tank missiles, anti-tank kinetic energy projectiles, and shaped charge projectiles that can penetrate the main armor of a tank, they will explode outwards, thus effectively reducing the destructive effect of these attacks.

Of course, this reactive armor also has many drawbacks, such as it can only be used once, it is easy to accidentally injure friendly infantry, and it can still damage friendly armor plates.

“We also have reactive armor like that, but those are cheap additions to standard tanks and armored vehicles. For advanced tanks like the Hound, we use this wax coating.”

the driver said.

"So what's the difference between it and reactive armor?"

Liu Zheng played the straight man very well.

"First, these waxes have a weak sense of self; they can determine the location and intensity of an attack from a great distance and adjust their distribution accordingly."

In other words, there will be no situation where a certain part is attacked continuously, leading to a local breakthrough.

"Secondly, its explosion is a magical attack, capable of distinguishing friend from foe, thus avoiding friendly fire. By the way, how many of you are there?"

"I asked the driver."

"It should be three people, but it could also be four."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

After all, the vampire girl might also want to join in the fun.

"Then I'll give you one more, just remember to return it to me later."

The driver took out five epaulets from his inner pocket.

The epaulettes are edged with a 9mm wide decorative line, and inside is a four-pointed star emblem.

Four of the epaulets have a four-pointed star, while one epaulet has two four-pointed stars.