The Record of Unusual Creatures Chapter 717: Ulanov

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Except when returning to the base, Ulanov wore his full-cover helmet under any circumstances, which is almost his signature image. However, this helmet is not intended to be handsome and to pull the wind, nor is it entirely to enhance the defense. Its real role is to maintain the life of a veteran and cover up his terrible true appearance.

Hao Ren saw a terrifying-looking man sitting behind the desk, playing with a device, whose face could hardly be called a human. A large piece of his skin has disappeared, and the exposed muscles and bones are glowing with silver metal. An eyeball is connected by certain electronic circuits so that it will not fall. The place where the nose was originally is only a metal with a valve Tube, a hose from the metal tube is connected to a cylinder at the table, and his teeth-there is only a neat row of metal.

Ulanov ’s true face hidden under the helmet is like a skull made of flesh and steel, which is strange and terrifying. Rao is that Hao Ren has seen all kinds of strange and inexplicable things. I couldn't help being taken aback.

"You are ..." He couldn't hide his accident, and he asked directly, "How did you get it?"

"Sixty-five years ago, I was working near the Sea of ​​Nano, to see if those nano-machine clusters can be used to develop space colonies," the muscles remaining on Ulanov ’s face twitched with flexible metal, seemingly I wanted to show a smile to Hao Ren, but it looked almost scarier than Y’zaks ’s smile. "I failed to run out when the computer" downstream "was down, so I was melted-almost a third."

Ulanov said, slightly opened his jacket, Hao Ren suddenly saw a transparent chest plate under the clothing, deformed internal organs and artificial organs slowly pulsating in the pale pink vitality solution , Looks like a bioman coming out of a horror movie.

"I am one of the few survivors of that disaster, and probably the longest alive," Ulanov pointed to the bed next to him, indicating that Hao Ren could be seated at will, "Ah, you probably are These are not of interest-you have something to do with me? "

Hao Ren just recovered from the impact of Ulanov ’s true face and experience. He did n’t know what to say at once, and he only mentioned himself at the beginning after sitting down on the bed a little bit cautiously. Purpose: "Then what, I just want to ask ... who should I report to if I want to leave the base?"

"Leave the base?" Ulanov asked in a voice, "Where are you going?"

"Walk around, at least you need to know what your future residence is like," Hao Ren shrugged. "And I ca n’t disturb you all the time-I do n’t plan to join any organizations, so there are always One day is leaving. "

"I understand Nolan's character, she probably doesn't mind you staying here because she doesn't care about it at all," Ulanov said hoarsely, his voice not coming from his mouth, but From a resonance tube in the throat, his vocal cords had become part of the nanomachine group decades ago, and now the machine has replaced more than half of his physiological functions. "But it is normal for you to think so. Go out I can accompany you if I do n’t have a task for the time being, and this place is not too flat. "

"No, no need to trouble you anymore. I have also been a soldier. This survival skill should always be there." Hao Ren quickly waved his hand. "I'm here to find out what procedures to do if I leave the base. You are a military unit after all. "

Ulanov laughed dumbly: "Aha ... No need to be so rigorous, the gray fox doesn't have so many rules, because Nolan is the only rule here. As long as you don't trouble her, no one will Trouble with you. "

Hao Ren Oh, Ulanov grabbed something from the table and threw it to Hao Ren: "Take this, even if you do n’t join the team, the identity of the gray fox can help you to avoid a lot of trouble. In this place, only the guys with soldiers in the background are considered human beings. The unidentified people are the slags in the factory. "

Hao Ren catches the small metal card flying over. This is a small badge-like thing. A gray fox head is etched with a laser on it, which is the logo of the gray fox mercenary group. In the chaotic black street, people are dominated by a strict hierarchy. The cadres from Zero City and the heads of the various regiments are first-class, while the soldiers and brokers who are backed by the regiment are respected as "citizens", the lowest Those are those who have no identity and no ability to fight-they are engaged in heavy and heavy work that cannot be replaced by nanomachines in factories that smoke black smoke, and are suffering from respiratory diseases and various pollution. Relying on poor food and nerve paralysis drugs made of nano-machines to maintain short lives, they are called "slag".

If there is no corps guarantee, visitors who have rushed to the Black Street will be thrown into the factory basically within three days. The only people who can complete it are rare. And even if you can escape this disaster, it will not be much easier to survive in the slums of Black Street than to make "slag" in the factory.

This is the human society after civilization collapsed.

Hao Ren also glanced at the information about the Black Street when checking the information on the Internet. Although the information is rudimentary, he still knows the rules and environment of this place, so he knows that this small metal card should actually be given by Nolan. Your own gift, and for an outsider, this is an extremely precious accidental gift. He put away the identification card properly and looked at Ulanov curiously: "Are the other mercenary groups dealing with you as well as you?"

"Other?" Ulanov chuckled, his voice sounding like a broken old bellows, "You either join them or are thrown into the factory by them, most of the mercenaries are also doing The act of a trafficker. You should be glad that you met Nolan. She is the toughest and least mercenary mercenary here. She set her own rules, that is, everyone except her is a shit-so long as she Recognize a person, then this person is basically safe on Black Street, all the regiments will give some face. "

Nolan ’s face flashed in Hao Ren ’s mind, the mercenary girl with long gray hair and always expressionless face. Her pair of eyes left an indelible impression on Hao Ren. Zhong seems to be carrying an unspeakable alienation and vicissitudes, just like a detached person who sees through the world and transcends the world. Hao Ren couldn't help but feel a layer of goose bumps on his back when he recalled this detail. He firmly believed that he saw something in Nolan's eyes that did not belong to her in theory: "Nolan ... How old is this year? "

"17 years old, or 18 years old-can't be older," Ulanov said, looking at Hao Ren's eyes. "Don't ask any more, I only know these. The great warlords in this place all promised Lan was extremely afraid, and they feared her. One of the important reasons was that she was afraid of her age. It is said that when she was 13 years old, she assassinated only two mercenary commanders, freehand, and in the most cruel way. Perhaps you feel Today, she saved her life from Heaton, but in fact Nolan estimated that there are more than one hundred ways to kill all the ambushers he met today. "

Hao Ren stunned: "Is she superman?"

"Some people say that she is actually a" third-generation evolutionr ", but she pretends to be the first generation, and some people say that she is actually a soldier created before the destruction of the Far East Alliance. You can go to search for the" soldier plan " 'It's kind of like that, "Ulanov shook his head, put the adjusted breathing filter back into the helmet, took off the snorkel on his nose and put on the helmet again," but I suggest you Do n’t believe any one, and do n’t ask Nolan about it. She usually has a good temper, but no one is her opponent when she occasionally gets angry ... Ha, it feels good to put on her face again. "

Ulanov put on his helmet, connected several lines extending from his jacket under his mask, and then pulled up the alloy zipper of his jacket, turning it into a totally enclosed weird like a motorcycle rider soldier. His helmet provided him with breathing assistance and continuously released electrical signals to ensure that his severely damaged brain can continue to operate, while an armor set in his jacket released another set of signals to suppress those remaining in his body. The group of nanocomputers to prevent those deadly small things from completely cutting off his spine. This device, together with the artificial organs in the body, form a weird deformed body. They have maintained his life for 65 years, and as long as his brain continues to survive, this body can continue to survive until Live longer than any human.

Sixty-five years ago, he lost a third of his body. Today, sixty-five years later, 80% of the tissues in his body have undergone renewal and transformation. This level of transformation Even among the second-generation evolutionaries, it is very unique. It is hard to say whether the reformed Ulanov is a human or a living biochemical machine. The only thing that can be determined is that this old soldier is still alive.

Why did he insist on living to this day?

Hao Ren looked at Ulanov ’s not burly body, knowing that this unrecognized veteran must have more stories, but he has n’t reached the time to ask clearly, so after thanking the other party for telling himself so many things today , He left Ulanov's room. (To be continued.)