area51novel Chapter 33 They've ruined all the good stuff.
Chapter 33 They've ruined all the good stuff.
"Waaah—"
The dual engines of the bottom-dwelling happiness car finally shut down.
The exhaust pipe was making a crackling, metallic contraction sound due to prolonged high-load operation.
Gamma-9 and a large group of people surrounded the armored vehicle, which was riddled with bullet holes and even had several pieces of flesh hanging on it, their eyes filled with awe.
Andy jumped out of the car, his metal feet making a dull thud as they landed on the concrete.
"discharge."
Andy pointed to the huge cryogenic hibernation pod strapped to the back of the truck.
"Be careful, this is a big treasure."
The workers hurriedly carried the hibernation pod down.
Through the thick, frosted glass, the completely crystallized "Amethyst Man" lay quietly inside.
On his chest, his bright red heart was still beating extremely slowly.
"What...what is this?"
One of the timid workers glanced at it and was so frightened that he almost dropped the crowbar in his hand.
In the understanding of the bottom nest people, people with crystals on their bodies must be under some kind of vicious curse.
"Hey, some reserve food? Want a bite?"
Andy made up a reason on the spot, too lazy to explain molecular reconstruction and gene mutation to these illiterate people.
"Take it to the second basement level."
The second basement level of the shelter was an area that Andy had specifically designated for the Birdbeak Doctors.
Having reached an agreement with the doctors, Andy had them send people to build a professional cold chain storage area here.
It was originally used to store antibiotic raw materials, live bacteria, and various biological samples.
The refrigeration equipment uses Birdbeak Doctors' industrial-grade compressor, which has excellent refrigeration effect and has an independent backup power supply.
Andy had the hibernation pod pushed into the deepest compartment, Vault 3.
Vault 3 was originally empty and the smallest in size, and it is now perfectly suited to hold this dangerous individual.
"Set the temperature to minus fifty degrees Celsius."
Andy was operating the control panel.
At this temperature, biological functions are suppressed to their limits, and even the tenacious heart enters a state of deep hibernation.
Theoretically, it's no different from being dead now.
But Andy didn't rush to leave.
The laws of physics told him that this thing absolutely could not move.
But... the Warhammer universe is a place where the laws of physics often take a break.
Especially when it comes to unreasonable creatures like the Tyranids.
After much deliberation, Andy still felt uneasy.
What if this thing can survive?
Just to be on the safe side, Andy called Bauer over as well.
"Put a heavy logging gun at the entrance of this cold storage facility for me."
"Connect to the automatic sentry system."
"Set the fire control logic as follows: if any unauthorized living organism comes out from the inside, fire it directly until it is minced into meat paste."
Andy didn't even intend to give the automatic sentry system any recognition time. As long as the door opened, whether it was a person or a ghost, he would fire two thousand bullets first.
For such a freak who not only possesses cunning genes but has also undergone mutations in high-energy physical fields, you can never be too careful.
If it dies, then it can be kept as a specimen for now.
If it survives, and there is a lack of energy later, it can be thrown into the original species' reaction vessel as high-energy fuel.
Having planted the time bomb, Andy returned to the lobby.
The equipment that had been taken from the cleanup team was laid out in a row on the ground.
First, there are those twelve hell guns.
Its principle is actually similar to that of a regular laser gun, but the feeding method is completely different.
Ordinary laser guns use magazine batteries, which run out of power after firing a few hundred rounds, and their power is limited.
The Hellfire Gun is connected to a backpack-mounted high-energy battery pack weighing 20 kilograms.
This increases its laser beam energy density by more than five times.
A regular laser gun might only leave a black dot on carapace armor, but the Hellfire Gun can burn through it and even pose a threat to Space Marines' power armor.
Of course, the cost is also obvious.
The barrel has an extremely short lifespan; if heat dissipation is not taken into account, the barrel will melt after firing a few hundred rounds.
Moreover, that battery pack is incredibly heavy. If you carry it for five kilometers, you'll be exhausted if you're not physically fit enough.
Gamma-9.
Andy picked up a Hellfire Gun and examined the lens assembly inside.
Fortunately, although the outer shell is worn, the core components are all in good condition.
"Pick out the twelve best marksmen from your men."
"Form a special operations team, call it the 'Storm Team,' and issue these guns to them."
The Gamma-9's single eye lit up.
He certainly recognized it; it was a high-end item that only the private soldiers of certain powerful families or the stormtroopers of the Inquisition were entitled to possess.
"My sage! This...this is far too precious!"
"What's so valuable about it? It's just a tool."
Andy threw the gun to him.
"This gun drains the battery quickly, remember to have them fully charge the battery before each mission."
"Also, tell them not to keep their hands on the trigger; this gun barrel is worth more than their lives."
After dealing with the guns, the next step is the armor.
The pile of black armor fragments was set aside.
The material used is high-strength ceramic plate composite plastic steel, and its defensive capabilities are incomparable to the stamped steel plate inserts that Andy currently produces.
Although several pieces of the chest armor were shattered by Andy's punch, most of the other parts, such as the shoulder pads and helmet, remained intact.
"Bauer, these are all yours."
Andy pointed to the pile of debris.
"Using the industrial rubber we just made as a backing, we can glue these ceramic pieces back on without much problem."
"The broken parts can be repaired with steel plates."
"It may be a bit ugly, but its defensive capabilities won't be too bad."
"Send it to the Storm Team once it's fixed."
An elite squad armed with hell guns and clad in patched-up shell armor.
With this configuration, plus Andy's beloved Happy Car, they can basically roam freely in the underworld.
In addition to weapons and equipment, there were also many gains in materials.
As for the armored vehicle wreckage that was dismantled by Gamma-9 and others, it was the last to be transported back because of the large amount of work involved.
"Cut all these boards off."
Andy patted the armor plate that was still smelling burnt.
"These, these... ah, and that engine block, those are good stuff too."
"It's too wasteful to remelt and recast everything. Let's just cut it into shape and add some extra armor to the bottom-dwelling happiness car."
"Use the leftover scraps to make shields for heavy logging guns."
The essence of farming is to take everything and leave nothing behind.
After all the hardware was allocated, Andy had only one thing left in his hands.
That silver metal briefcase bearing the Helios Group logo.
Inside is the "secret" that the transport truck was desperately trying to get out.
It was also Andy's biggest prize from this adventure.
Andy carried his suitcase and walked into his secluded core studio.
He placed the box on the worktable.
This box uses a biometric lock, but in front of the Ironman, this lock is just for show.
Andy's finger transformed into a drill bit, drilling a hole in the lock cylinder and then inserting a probe to short-circuit the control circuit.
"Click".
The ammunition box was opened.
Inside lay a thick, black data storage core.
This type of core is typically used to preserve extremely important large-scale industrial blueprints and has extremely strong resistance to interference and corrosion.
Without hesitation, Andy immediately plugged in the data interface he had.
A massive influx of data arrived instantly.
This time, there was no self-destruct mechanism, no deadly system.
Because this was originally a "cold data" file used for backup and archiving.
As the decryption progress bar reached 100%, an extremely detailed technical document unfolded on Andy's retina.
The document's title was simple, yet it instantly caused Andy's CPU fan speed to spike.
Project Code Name: Ancient Black Box
[Core Equipment: Material Molecular Reconstruction Instrument.]
[Current Status: Abnormal energy field resonant frequency.]
Andy quickly scanned the data log below.
The Helios Group was not lying; they had indeed unearthed this artifact from the golden age.
But instead of fixing it, they greedily removed the equipment's safety limiter in pursuit of maximum output speed.
They attempted to use an overloaded energy field to forcibly break the molecular bonds of matter.
As a result, the energy field inside the reconfigurator was distorted.
Instead of generating pure raw materials according to a predetermined template, it began to randomly grab surrounding carbon-based organisms, using their bodies as raw materials to forcibly reconstruct those purple silicate crystals.
"These idiots..."
Andy looked at the error codes highlighted in red.
"They've ruined all the good stuff."
But at the end of this error-ridden diary, Andy saw something that surprised him.
A hidden folder contains a set of "emergency protocols" written by the Helios Group to control this out-of-control machine.
The agreement details the exact coordinates of the reconstruction device and the control logic of the surrounding defense system.
Although the factory was destroyed and collapsed.
But just like the black box in the hydroponic farm before, the core structure of the machine cannot be destroyed by this level of collapse.
No.
It would be difficult to even scratch the surface, let alone destroy it.
It should be buried deep within those ruins now, still silently emitting radiation.
And this data is the key to unlocking the door to that ruin.