Chapter 1283: Heart of the Swarm (2)


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Moria galaxy, Huberian meeting room.
This is a hall whose decoration and layout all reveal a sense of coldness and solemnity. The overall tone is silver gray and light blue. Around the hall are some staff responsible for recording and scheduling information and their consoles, and the middle is a picture. It looks like a huge round table filled with water.
The "pool water" surface of the conference round table is projecting a perspective view of a mine and its surrounding ancillary equipment. Although it is slightly distorted, most of the details can still be seen, but because it is only an image recording rather than a real scene, it should have been The conveyor belts and workers in motion are all at rest.
"This is the No. 9 mine of Cole Mining. There are 14 similar mines on this planet. The structure is basically the same. You can record it." Arcturus pressed his hands on the table and faced each other. The combat captain with the same number of 14 said: "The Huberian will avoid their botched surveillance radars and place you near your respective targets, waiting for our signal to act in unison, sneak into or attack you freely, the goal is to control their mines. Supervise the field and destroy the device that can send out distress signals."
"So, Boss, this horrible place is the same as all the previous goals. It is a sweat and blood workshop for squeezing clones?" When most of the captains began to record the perspective, an action captain chewing gum said: "We Is the goal this time for people or mines?"
"Yes, this mining group named'Tavis Cole' belongs to the'Mobius Foundation'. It is also a running dog of the Tyrannian Federation. It uses a large number of clones in mines in multiple galaxies. Human laborers, or slaves," Arcturus waved his arm, zooming in on the workers in the virtual image: "They were only'indoctrinated' how to work in the mine and basic living abilities, and they were not equipped with any underground safety The measures are completely used as consumables."
In the enlarged picture, the miners looked sluggish, moving mechanically, and scarred. Even if it was not the first time to see this kind of scene, the action captains still breathed harder and clenched their fists.
"As for the specific goal, it depends on the situation," Arcturus continued: "The Huberian will interfere with the communication between the planet and the outside world before the operation begins. If you suppress the overseer smoothly, there will be no distress signal. If it spreads out, then we can calmly move away the ore inventory here. If it fails, we can only take away the cloned labor first."
"We promise not to let those send out any distress signals!" An action captain said angrily.
"Although I have said it many times, but I have to repeat it this time," Arcturus waved his hand: "Before you completely control the scene, don't untie the restraints of the cloned laborers, whether they attack in angrily. The overseer caused the other party to have a chance to ask for help, or whether they fled in a hurry and was attacked by security measures, we don't want to see the shortage of manpower."
"Oh, I hope that there are enough tough guys among the young guys rescued this time." A slightly older operation captain laughed.
"Who has any other questions?" Arcturus looked around and waved his hand after making sure that no one had an opinion: "Go!"
"Aye! Aye!"
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One hour later, outside of Cole Mining's No. 9 mine.
The tall miners are pulling carts of ore out of the mine and dumping them on the conveyor belt leading to the smelting furnace. They are wearing overalls, with only simple protection on each part, and their expressions are numb and dull.
Beside their queue, there are overseers wearing power armor, holding a chain saw semi-automatic rifle, and constantly rotating monitors and automatic turrets. Farther away is the manager’s residential area where miners are not allowed to approach. More automatics are arranged along the way. Fort and more patrol personnel.
Obviously, these supervisors also knew that the miners had no good feelings towards them, but because their IQ was artificially suppressed, they didn't know how to behave or couldn't show it.
Sneer—noise la la—!
Accompanied by a strange loud noise, as if throwing water into the hot oil, the sky above the mine "cracked".
To be precise, there appeared a huge, constantly flickering ball of light, which was spreading in cobweb-like patterns in all directions, and it looked like a large web woven with silver thunder was being cast down.
The miners stared at the sky blankly, completely ignorant of what was going on, while the overseers responded immediately and picked up their communicators.
"Headquarters! We are under attack! Headquarters? Headquarters?"
However, at this time, any means of communicating through electronic signals has completely failed, and they can hear nothing in their receivers except for the continuous white noise.
This is Huberian's "full-band blocking jamming", an attack method similar to "electromagnetic pulse weapon (EMP but with much greater power and range. By affecting the ionosphere, it can be cut off within a certain period of time. Electronic signals from the entire planet.
Just like the "planetary defense net", it was also researched from the relics of the "Pioneer Ute". Perhaps because of its size, this race seems to particularly like technology that can create big scenes.
bump! bump! bump!
Da da da!
When the overseers were panicked, one of the airdrop cabins fell from a high altitude and smashed into the mine. The next second, before they thought about what to attack or what to attack, the airdrop cabin doors were kicked open one by one. Soldiers wearing scarlet power armor and armed with blasting guns rushed out from the inside and attacked the overseers without hesitation.
As a mining farm in a remote galaxy with no military value, these overseers probably never thought that they would be raided by the regular army one day. When they returned the attack, they were completely at a loss. They were all hit in less than three minutes. Kill or capture.
As for the automatic turrets, they have been very faithfully attacking the raiders, but the effect is not good.
After this group of operational troops took control of the mine supervisors and destroyed most of the turrets, they ignored the confused miners and regrouped, had a brief exchange, and prepared to kill the supervisor's residential area non-stop.
At this moment, a small worker threw the mine cart away and shouted: "Don't attack from the ground! I know an underground passage that leads there!"
"To make a long story short, miner," the captain of the operation instructed his team members to be on guard, and walked quickly to the worker: "We only have less than an hour. After that, those guys will send out a distress signal. The channel you mentioned is Where? How long will it take to get there?"
"No more than ten minutes!" The worker responded quickly: "I am ready to lead the brothers to smash their heads in the middle of the night. If you don't come, you will act in two days."
"Very well, we are here to help you break the heads of those guys," the captain of the operation immediately greeted the team members to follow: "Now, tell me your name, soldier."
"Rory, Rory Torbjörn Swann, go here, sir."
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