The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 37: The Death of Ark (Part 1)

This is not the first time that Gu Tie has faced a deadly situation. It can even be said that this is a relatively unexciting moment of life and death in his long career of fighting and playing. It seems calm to the National Security Commission official Alexander but hides the gray of fear. Gu Tie interpreted the uneasy message from his eyes as a mechanical execution of "not figuring out what he was going to do".

He watched Alexander press the slightly trembling index finger on the trigger, realizing that this guy hadn't been authorized to shoot him on the spot, but he was a little afraid of wiping the gun, so he consciously knelt on the ground, hiding his hands behind his back, very cooperative To pose as a prisoner.

"What about now?" Gu Tie asked.

"Shut up!" Alexander exclaimed. The man in black listened attentively to the exchange of fire between the two sides. The Ukrainian soldiers obviously had no experience in combat with optical camouflage, and the sound of assault rifles gradually became thinner, and someone groaned loudly.

"You won." Gu Tie pouted.

"I said shut up!" Alexander poked the polymer mask with a pistol anxiously.

Gu Tie reluctantly watched his fingers dance a dangerous dance on the trigger.

He quickly switched to the "Genesis" network and found the nearest internet-connected device—the tiny rain sensor next to the Chernobyl Monument, behind the two of them—rapidly increasing the input voltage and overloading the device. The sensor made a high-frequency current sound, and then burst out a ball of crackling electric sparks.

As a well-trained intelligence officer, Alexander only glanced at the voice from the corner of his eye. This small distraction was enough. Gu Tie flicked his knees up, his body tucked back, his right arm As soon as his palm touched the pistol, Alexander opened fire, and the hot bullet flew over Gu Tie's head.

Then Gu Tie rolled his left and right arms and rolled the right hand of the intelligence officer in it. The air-tight and swollen chemical protective suit made Gu Tie unable to use force, but it was enough to twist off the enemy's finger on the trigger. Gu Tie yelled, lunged and shook his feet, his right hand pierced from the bottom of his elbow, and his backhand fist "slapped" on Alexander's green stubble chin.

The gray pupils of the officials of the National Security Committee immediately dissipated, their bodies became soft, and the pistol fell on the ground.

At this moment, there was a soft sound, like a flying insect flying by, Alexander's forehead pounced with a small hole, the back of his head burst out like a smashed watermelon, red and white flying flowers in the sky, his limbs twitched. The intelligence personnel of the National Security Commission threw themselves down.

Gu Tie annoyed and yelled at the walkie-talkie: "Italian ghost, you are sick! Why did you kill him!"

"scusi." Joe apologized briefly, but he didn't feel ashamed to hear it.

"I am Major Demblin of the Far East Secret Service of the GTC Counter-Terrorism Intelligence Service. Please lay down your weapons immediately to avoid unnecessary casualties." A middle-aged male voice came through a loudspeaker, speaking in English. .

Gu Tie saw an extra bullet hole "bang" on the fence not far away, and brick shavings splashed. "Idiot! Don't shoot indiscriminately, they have sonic phase shifting equipment, and they can't distinguish the position by listening." He cursed.

"Got to try." Joe's rapid gasp was heard clearly on the radio, and he was quickly shifting the shooting position.

"Major Demblin, I guess you are Polish." Gu Tie said loudly.

"Which ipu terrorist organization do you belong to? Our voiceprint record does not contain your information." Major Dembrin's voice came from another direction.

"I am Chinese." Gu Tie replied cooperatively.

"Yellow monkey, put down your gun and cooperate with our work, otherwise gtc will add you to the list of terrorists."

"I say you are Polish. You Poles always have a bit of hatred for the Chinese nation. God knows why, Auschwitz was not built by us." Gu Tie pulled the bolts of two pistols to check the reloading. While teasing Major Demblin.

During the brief ceasefire, he used surrounding cameras to construct a three-dimensional model of the battlefield. Ukrainian soldiers have been wiped out. There should be three other gtc members lurking under the cover of optical camouflage.

"Joe." He called Shiva's sniper softly.

Joe knocked on the phone to receive it.

"Thirty seconds later, I marked the enemy's location, and you eliminated the two on the north side of the Chernobyl Monument." Gu Tie said.

"Major Demblin," he shouted, "Ukraine is an anti-gtc country. You have committed the felony of smuggling, illegally carrying guns, endangering social security, murder and trampling on the lawn."

"Anti-terrorism is a war, a Chinese guy who is obsessed with it." Major Demblin replied.

"Mr. Sergey definitely doesn't want you to make things too much, otherwise there is no way to explain to Dr. Mark Thompson." Gu Tie threw out two sensitive names in a row. Sure enough, Major Demblin did not answer.

At this time, Gu Tie suddenly activated the sixteen fire sprinklers on the south side of the "Ark", and the water jets used to prevent fires and radiation leaks shot high into the sky, turning them into heavy rain.

The principle of gtc optical camouflage is very simple. As early as half a century ago, scientists developed a high-performance model. The conjoined jacket made of Teflon and fiber composite materials collects light incident information and undergoes complex calculations. , It presents a transmission mimicry on the surface of the jacket. The only obstacle to mass production is the huge amount of computing that only supercomputers can achieve.

After the birth of "Genesis", a huge amount of data was exchanged with a quantum computer through a quantum link, making the single-person optical camouflage a practical product. The defect is to ensure data security. The data link is established through a communication satellite. Therefore, the signal is relatively poor in indoor and elevated environments.

Of course, there is another flaw. Under complex weather conditions, the surface of the optical camouflage will be attached to water droplets, snow, sand and dust, resulting in a recognizable human-shaped silhouette. As now, the contours lurking in the massive precipitation are clearly marked.

The gtc special service team obviously has a wealth of anti-reconnaissance experience, and immediately launched tactical evasive actions. The faint silhouette formed by the flowing water curve in the hazy mist can't help being distorted.

"Shoo!" The sniper rifle hit the torso of an enemy accurately. The figure was overturned by the impact. The second enemy immediately suppressed the incident direction. There was not enough information on the tactical computer screen inside the helmet, and Joe fired a second shot, flying off his helmet and half of his skull.

"Joe, he is not dead!" The gtc soldier who was hit in the body wriggled in the camera, and Gu Tie warned the sniper while searching for the trail of the enemy he was responsible for. According to the movement trajectory, the enemy who should be on the south side of the monument disappeared. Gu Tie rotated the three-dimensional model and tried his best to find clues.

"Damn! Joe, the boss is behind the corpse!" On the northwest side of the monument, among the corpses of the three fallen Ukrainian soldiers, a small muzzle flame burst out.

Gu Tie quickly switched cameras and saw a sniper lurking behind a wall sitting on the ground, moving his bleeding thigh with difficulty.

Gu Tie didn't know when the enemy moved there. He slapped his head regretfully, turned and rushed out of the cover to shoot with both hands. Kruger's self-defense pistol beat violently, shooting a ball of forty centimeters of bullets scattered at a distance of 30 meters. The corpses of the Ukrainian soldiers burst into bleeding and flowed into the grass with the precipitation.

The enemy fired back, and the firepower of the submachine gun was like a group of annoying bees driving Gu Tie back behind the statue, and the debris was flying. With a bang, the polymer mask of the chemical protective suit was shattered by a stray bullet, and Gu Tie could feel the heat of the bullet on the tip of his nose.

"Fifteen...30...forty-five...What the **** is this submachine gun? The drum capacity is so big." Gu Tie leaned on the statue, pulled off the damaged helmet, and spit out a mouthful of water. .

He quit the Kruger pistol magazine, quickly reloaded it, and pulled the bolt, and suddenly found that the three-dimensional model was missing several sections: he lost control of several cameras. The gtc agent shot and broke the surrounding cameras.

"Damn!" Gu Tie cursed, "Joe, are you still alive?" He called Shiva's sniper.

"For now." The Italian replied.

"For the time being, your uncle, hide yourself." Gu Tie scolded.

The other party's firepower suddenly rose, and Gu Tie covered his head, feeling the marble shards of the Chernobyl memorial statue flying around. The soldier who was shot in the chest must have recovered. Gu Tie leaned out between the firepower to fight back, and a string of hot bullets grazed his neck, breaking the satellite receiver inserted on the multifunctional base on his shoulder to pieces.

The virtual vision in Gu Tie's brain suddenly became dark, and the connection with "Genesis" was broken. This feeling seemed to fall from a sunny afternoon into a night without stars and moon. "Take his grandma! Joe, how far are you from the entrance of the Ark?" Gu Tie retracted and shouted.

"Very close, about thirty-five meters." Joe answered after a pause.

"Very well, listen. The tactic is like this: I drag them, and then we run towards the entrance." Gu Tie wiped water off his face.

"...Do you call this ‘tactic’?" The Italian sneered weakly.

Gu Tie ignored him, threw away the Kruger self-defense pistol, backhanded the compressed air tank from the back of the chemical suit, and threw it in the direction of the enemy, then suddenly turned out of the bunker and opened the m1911 with both hands to the air tank. gun.

The submachine gun bullet flew screaming, "Zhong!" Gu Tie poured his whole body strength on the pistol that was old enough to be his grandfather. In the steel cylinder, there was a loud "boom", a circle of spherical shock waves broke out in the rain curtain, and the ground was shaking.

"Run!" Gu Tie yelled into the intercom and rushed towards "Ark".

In three seconds, five seconds, and ten seconds, Gu Tie ran from the memorial statue to the only entrance on the south side of the "Ark", as if it had taken a century. The sniper in camouflage combat uniform dragged his injured leg and appeared from another direction. Gu Tie stomped on the ground, shot out with an arrow, grabbed Joe's arm and rolled into the door. The submachine gun bullet bit their heels only one step later, and shot a string of dazzling sparks on the steel hydraulic door.

Gu Tie bounced on the concrete floor, rushed to the door and pressed the red button to close the door. The hydraulic door closed silently and slowly. A bullet penetrated through the narrowing gap and clanked on the stainless steel wall. Finally smashed to the ground.

Gu Tie-chong banged the control button and fired until the rudimentary control panel was full of bullet holes and sparks appeared.

"When Barr entered, leave the card that opened the door outside." He explained to Joe who was sitting down on the ground.

"br**o! Now we are locked in tin cans." Joe squeezed out a slightly ironic smile weakly.

Gu Tie dropped his pistol and sat down, panting, "4 million cubic meters of tin cans, it’s a good description."