Chapter 25: S-level data

　　 (Tomorrow Monday, I will continue to make the rookie list, and I will ask everyone for the recommendation.
　　 The spring of people fans is here! ~~~~~ There is a thunderstorm at night, and I am afraid of disconnection. This chapter has been updated earlier. )
　　 Tang Fang let out a long sigh of relief, and casually recalled the spiny reptile to the system space, turned and walked outside the door, while walking, while silently muttering: "Morris slave, Morris slave..."
　　 Morris slave, the lowest status in the universe and the worst living environment.
200 years ago, the epoch-making invention-the war speed engine came out, and the human society transformed from earth civilization to cosmic civilization. The atmospheric transformation system and the rapid development of aerospace engineering injected a powerful catalyst for the space colonization program. .
　　 However, human beings are terrestrial creatures after all. In the process of transforming the environment of terrestrial planets and developing resource stars, there have also been numerous difficult factors restricting the advancement of the plan. One of them is the harsh working conditions of space and planets.
　　 Space radiation, deadly elements, particle storms...all kinds of human beings with weak physique, a little carelessness will lose their lives. In order to overcome this problem, the federal government at the time focused on the technological development of protective gear and automatic engineering work equipment, while some large capital consortiums took a slant approach and secretly studied genetic engineering and vigorously developed biochemical technology. Fundamentally solve this problem.
　　 Among them is the infamous "Morris" Industrial Federation, whose mind is Morris Griffin. He bought several remote star systems from the federal government, and spent a lot of money to hire a large number of scientists in the field of biological genetic engineering to do research for him.
After more than ten years, through the dual effects of artificial induction and specific drugs, some progress has finally been made in clones that reproduce asexually, making them more adaptable to the harsh cosmic environment. Only some simple protection is needed. Work in a vacuum.
However, this genetic structural variation is a double-edged sword. The increase in resistance comes at the expense of the organism’s over-speed metabolism. The average survival time of this genetic modulation is one-fifth of the average human life. Only a short period of 25 years, and low intelligence, IQ value is less than half of normal people.
　　 Of course, these defects of genetic modulators are not a problem at all in Morris's opinion, as long as "they" can bring him rich benefits.
　　 Compared with the federal expensive automation equipment, these genetic modulators have been favored by countless resource star miners at their low prices, and Morris Griffin has made a lot of money.
　　 Later, the results of this anti-human research were finally found out by the federal government, and a joint fleet was dispatched in a rage to uproot Morris' power with the force of sweeping the cave. Because the day the action started happened to be December 25th in the Earth calendar, afterwards, it was dubbed "Morris's Leftover Egg Festival" by some good people.
Part of the research data was destroyed and part was sealed. Morris Griffin himself was sentenced to hibernation and exile for crimes against humanity. As for the hundreds of millions of genetic modulators, for humanitarian considerations, the federal government has divided some of them. The earth-like planets with abundant material resources make them live in tribes and are self-sufficient.
After another 50 years, with the unprecedented development of aerospace technology and heavy industry, humans are colonizing the universe faster and faster. With the expansion of the territory, various industrial complexes and consortia have rapidly expanded their military strength to compete for resource stars. The conflicts and contradictions brought by the development space intensified and eventually spread to the federal political arena.
　　 Because of the uneven distribution of interests and long-term political differences, the giant earth federation collapsed, and countless forces took advantage of the momentum to unveil the era of separatist rule under the universe.
　　 The ships roared and the stars trembled. The demands of the various forces on the stars and the economic zone could not be satisfied, and the war inevitably spread to every corner of the starry sky.
In troubled times, those genetically modulated people who have been banned by the federal government cannot take care of themselves. For physical reasons, generally speaking, a genetically modulated person’s individual combat effectiveness is 2-3 times that of an ordinary person, and some do everything for their own benefit. The extreme forces are trying their best to get a large number of genetically modulated people with low intelligence into the army, and serve as the main cannon fodder in frontline operations.
The melee has lasted for decades. When the great heroes stand out under the stars and establish their respective empires and federations, apart from some sporadic exchanges of fire in some parts, the overall situation has gradually calmed down, while those genetic modulators have become more prolonged. The war has spread to all corners of the universe and has been given a new name, "Morris slave."
　　 "Hey, Tang Fang, wake up, what are you thinking about."
　　 A voice from a distance interrupted his contemplation. When he looked up, he saw Aros and Howson walking side by side.
　　 "The two of the launch console are done?"
　　Hausen grinned: "Of course."
Tang Fang nodded, and when he glanced over Aros, he frowned. Some older veterans put a cigar in their mouths. This thing is not the white milk of the BIAO son of the Omega space station. He I am not afraid of being poisoned by a bite if the nicotine exceeds the limit.
　　 With his frowning effort here, Byron led Zhou Ai and Eva out of an oval building not far away.
　　 Zhou Ai and Eva each wore a set of clumsy azure power armors, and noises of friction between the air cushion and the tough armor were heard as they walked.
　　 As for Byron, he is still dressed lightly, except that the weapon in his hand has been changed from the original automatic rifle to the K-101 landslide heavy sniper rifle.
　　 walked to the three of them, skipped Tang Fang, and Byron said directly to the two of Howson and Aros behind him: "There are still some heavy weapons in the ammunition warehouse. Do you want to change the equipment?"
　　 "No need," Aros said lightly, and Howson shrugged beside him.
　　 "Let's go." Tang Fang took a deep breath and walked towards the southern district.
　　 In the process of dealing with Wei Haitao, he came up with an idea temporarily.
　　……
　　 "Boom, boom." Another gate was penetrated, and ten puppies swarmed past the camera. Not far from the other side of the corridor, a row of soldiers in power armor beat and retreated.
　　 Although the solid shell of the power armor gives them stronger survivability, it does not mean that they can reverse the situation. In this narrow combat environment inside the base, casualties continued, but the damage ratio dropped from the original 10:1 to 3:1.
　　 Soldiers often pay 3 lives in exchange for the death of a puppy.
It’s been more than two hundred years since humans entered the universe. The so-called power armor is just evolved from spacesuits. Its purpose is to allow soldiers to adapt to the various harsh combat environments on different planets, compared to the nuclear power in StarCraft. "Ma Runjia", whether in terms of protection, life support, power, shooting, assistance, etc., is far behind. Therefore, such a battle loss ratio is reasonable.
　　In just half an hour, there were only 13 people left in a row, and four and five rows together, less than 8 people survived.
　　 Clapham stared blankly at the battle data gathered by the liaison officer on the display screen. The entire company of nearly 100 soldiers lost a lot of them in a battle, leaving only a few dozen people today. Such a heavy loss only resulted in 10 dog corpses. How could he accept it?
　　 Can I just give up the base? But... But how can I explain to it?
　　 "Boom, boom."
　　 Just when Clapham was hesitant, I listened to the vent on the ceiling of the command room with a shock.
　　 "Choo." The distorted baffle fell to the ground, a gray shadow flashed, and a puppy fell from the sky, two powerful hind limbs directly stepped the baffle into two.
"what……"
　　 "This... how is this possible!"
　　 The women's screams and the men's astonishment sounded at the same time, and the entire command room suddenly became a mess.
　　 "hiss."
The puppy raised his head, let out a neigh, and slapped the fleshy wings under his belly. He directly threw himself down on the female lieutenant who was not far away. The sharp and sharp minions ripped open her military uniform mercilessly and penetrated him. The ball on the left chest is round.
In the sharp screams, blood flew quickly, and the close-fitting white shirt became blood-red in the blink of an eye. A ray of redness dripped down her milk, leaving a long line on the twitching pink neck. Long blood stains.
　　 "Papa." Another puppy jumped from the vent.
　　 This sudden scene of bluffing everyone present was heartbroken. When the young female lieutenant's blood splashed on their faces, the coolness and smell brought them back to reality, and the fear that had been suppressed for a long time burst out suddenly.
　　 "Run, run." A sharp voice sounded, and the internal affairs officer staggered towards the door.
　　 "The command room is lost! It's lost!" The female officers swarmed into the corridor.
　　 "Commander, you go quickly." The two guards in Clapham roared, and the triggers in their hands were pulled repeatedly to sweep rows of bullets toward the two puppies in front.
"They have wisdom? How do they know how to use ventilation ducts?" Thinking of this, Clapham shuddered suddenly, a feeling of helpless frustration filled his heart: "The liaison officer, tell the eastern district manager, let him take the scientific researchers. The north silo, retreat!"
　　 After finishing speaking, he grabbed an automatic rifle and ran out of the command room and ran towards a deserted corridor on the left.
　　The southern area fell, the central command system was paralyzed, the defense failed, and everything was over! The only thing he can do now is to minimize the loss and, at any rate, to preserve the resource data and scientific research results.
　　 The data center is not far from the command room, and the war has not yet spread there. Clapham quickly typed in the password, opened the security door, and ran straight to the central computer.
　　 The data recovery should be left to the researchers, but in this chaotic situation, he was the only one to do it.
Throw the gun aside, turn on the main control board and switch to manual mode. He just typed in the password and prepared to compress the data. He didn't want to hear a strange noise from above his head, "Clang." The vent baffle fell, and a dog "Bang" "" Landed on the ground, his evil gaze swept across Clapham, his tail flicked, his neck straightened, and he let out a roar, then threw himself forward.
　　 Clapham leaned back, grabbed the automatic rifle next to him, and pulled the trigger quickly.
　　 "Puff puff puff." The bullet pierced the air, hitting the puppy's scales with a muffled noise.
　　 However, none of this can stop the puppy's offensive. Clapham only felt a shadow flashing in front of his eyes, and his nose was smelly, followed by a cold right shoulder, and a burst of bone pain hit.
　　 Blood spurted out, and the dog's claws penetrated his shoulder blades. The piercing pain came in waves like a tide, and cold sweat the size of soybean grains emerged from his forehead. At this moment, he finally experienced the horror of this alien.
　　 "Karma." The puppy's fangs opened, and a strange noise came from his throat.
　　 Clapham closed his eyes: "It's over." He seemed to see his fate.
　　 "Boom, boom." Just as he closed his eyes and waited for his death, he heard two low gunshots from the direction of the door, and then the dog screamed in pain.
　　 As his shoulders became sore, a large amount of blood splashed out. He gritted his teeth and raised his spirit. When he opened his eyes, the puppy had already pulled out his claws, his tail swung, and rushed towards the door.
　　 There was another gunshot in the trance, and then the puppy far away from the back.
　　 "Commander, commander..."
　　 The call of people and the refreshing sensation from the wound on his shoulder awakened him. Clapham lifted his eyelids vigorously and took a look at his surroundings.
　　 "Is it you?"
　　It was no one else who saved his life, it was Tang Fang who was imprisoned by him.
　　 "You are not dead?"
　　 "Don't talk about this, Commander, I'm afraid the base won't be able to defend it, so let's retreat quickly." Tang Fang reached out and helped him: "How is it, is the wound better?"
　　 Clapham glanced at the medical glue on the wound, nodded gratefully: "Well, UU reading www.uukanshu.com feels much better."
　　 "Aros, Howson, open the road ahead. Go, go to the North District."
When Tang Fang was about to leave, Clapham suddenly stretched out his left hand to hold him, and pointed to the central computer behind him: "Don’t hurry. It contains important scientific research data. My arm is injured. Go and help. I will recycle it."
　　 "Is life important or data important?" Hausen gave him an angry look, and said pretendingly.
　　 Zhou Ai and Byron were a little bit dumbfounded. This Hausen is definitely a fool. Except for Clapham in the whole room, who doesn't know that he is talking coldly? Before Tang, those terrifying aliens were no different from pugs.
　　 Tang Fang had no time to talk to him, and turned to the central computer, followed Clapham’s instructions to enter the password, and after obtaining the highest authority of the system, he began data collection.
　　 The central computer’s huge database stores various data such as planet 5’s atmospheric environment, geological structure, element specific gravity, soil composition, and so on. The compression work alone takes 10 minutes.
When he transferred the compressed data to a mini PDA and searched for other S-class confidential items, the emotional voice in his mind sounded abruptly: "Available data is detected, the diagnostic program starts... "
　　 "Diagnosis is complete, confirm suitable human."
　　 "Activate the human base."
　　 "Perform data analysis..."
　　 "Craft level E+, research tree unlocked, technology level 1, unlocked buildings "Supply Station" and "Barracks"."