Chapter 308 Rain

   "Get up, waste!"

After getting out of bed, Cage was ready to go straight to the barracks without waiting for Sergeant Farrell. Even the handcuffs he could proficiently break away by himself, and just as he squeezed out of the crowd, a drop of rain fell on him. On the hair.

   "It's raining?" Cage didn't take it too seriously. Today, he has to go to Dr. Carter to see if he can find any clues from the illusion.

   And Fisher let out a sigh of relief, “It’s really nice that it rains!”

  Hurrying back to the hangar, Fisher slipped out of a military computer, then returned to the office, drove everyone out, turned on the computer by himself, entered the military communication network, and connected to the satellite.

Seahawk IV, this is the internal code name of the satellite that Fisher obtained. This is the latest high-frequency detection satellite put into use by the US military. Such a high-performance satellite is not used by the US military to monitor the European continent. Constantly staring at the European coalition forces on the British Isles, Fisher didn't bother to explore the specific ideas, anyway, it was not a good thing.

  After entering the key and locking the back door, Fisher shifted the satellite from above the UK to the sky over France.

   "General, one of our satellites has been invaded!"

  Fisher manipulating satellites. When perverted searching for Omega along the river on the full map of France and Germany, the coalition command was in a mess, and the roar of General Brigham was about to break the roof.

   "Get back control of the satellite!"

   "We can't take it back, sir, the other party has the highest authority!" A technical officer looked embarrassed.

   "How is it possible, except I think no one will have the highest authority! The president will not work!"

   "But sir, your highest authority controlled the satellite! You kicked us out!"

  "My permissions?" Brigham turned on the computer and found that it was his account that did it. The other party also changed the user name to America and it was great again.

   "Uh!" The general who was surging in blood almost drew it in anger, but fortunately he lowered his blood pressure at the last moment.

   "Can you find the other party's location?"

   "It's in the headquarters building!"

"Gendarmerie, find him for me and shoot him on the spot!" With the general's roar, dozens of fully-armed Red Riding Hood gendarmerie turned the six-story building almost upside-down. As a result, the **** hacker didn’t I caught it, but caught three people engaged in office romances, one who slept sluggishly, and one who drugged the female chief.

"What the **** is this?" The gendarmes were going crazy. They searched the server room three times. They didn't even see a ghost. They just saw their satellite facing the European continent under the control of an unknown person. Scanning over and over again, what is the other party looking for? Why? I don't know.

  "Contact NASA! We must take the satellite back!"

The allied military police and technicians who have entered a manic state have not noticed at all that in a very inconspicuous corner of the huge computer room of their server, there is a round like a sweeping robot, which is adsorbed under the server and counted. The data line is being connected to the server in the computer room.

  This is why the hacker’s server address is in the command center, and the other party is equivalent to the Internet next to their server.

Not to mention the headquarters that is about to explode, Fisher also has new discoveries here. Although Omega is the mastermind of mimicry, this guy doesn’t have any dangling psychic links, or level 12 psionic energy fluctuations. Contact your subordinates through electromagnetic waves.

  After processing six terabytes of pictures, the corps as the processor finally found a clue in the Langres Plateau in France.

   "Dense electromagnetic signals, and large-scale mimic group movement!" The legion placed the data in front of Fisher.

  "The other party is escorting the VIP!"

  "Go west along the Jona River, merge with the Marne River and turn to the northwest, and finally arrive in Paris. This section of the road is smooth and it only takes about an hour at the speed of the other party!"

   "Okay, it's enough to know that it's there!" Fisher closed the computer, unlocked the control of the satellite, and then hurriedly left the hangar.

Leaving the camp area lightly, and finding the military vehicle he had driven before, Fisher went directly to the old place to release the Raven. Calculated by time, Omega will just arrive in Paris on a rainy day, and Fisher is ready to wait for the other party. If your footing is not stable, let's make a ruthless one first!

Maintaining a height of 60,000 meters, the Raven hovered above Paris. The fashion capital of the past is no longer prosperous. Shao Mimicry is running wildly, and even the Eiffel Tower is missing half of the spire.

"Let's get started!" Fisher raised his hand, and several mq101 unmanned attack aircraft emerged from the wormhole. Then these drones rolled down from a high altitude after rolling in a lightweight barrel, and the belly magazine opened. A dozen incendiary bombs were dropped before the mimic anti-aircraft fire was launched.

  The projectile body is a round barrel-packed incendiary bomb which cracks when it is 100 meters away from the ground, throwing out the small and exquisite bullets inside, and then these bullets with air-explosion program are set to explode when they are five meters above the ground.

The charge doped with white phosphorus releases high temperature and ignites all objects in the covered area, including mimicry. White phosphorus adheres to their bodies and burns continuously. Although mimicry has no fear of thinking, the feeling of body burning still makes Many mimics try to escape from this area or jump into the water, and when they move, they also contaminate flames to other mimics.

  A radius of ten kilometers with the Louvre as the center is covered, and the mimicry group brought by Omega is scratched by this trick.

Of course, if there are still residents in Paris, Fisher would definitely not do this, but now Paris is equivalent to a dead city, no one can breathe, but mimicry will kill all the humans he meets, and use it on aliens. Yanquan can't be regarded as a massacre. The matter of human guards can be called massacre, that is a just trial!

   After confirming that most of the ground is safe, and the mimicry in the outer area is still chaotic, Fisher unceremoniously brought his robot army into the Louvre.

"Search targets, blue alpha and larger unknown creatures are VIPs. Lethal force is forbidden. All other enemies will be killed!" After giving the order, Fisher, with a team of robot escorts, walked idly. Walk leisurely in the ruins of the Louvre.

  The robot army he released is familiar with the guidance of the Louvre map uploaded to the processor a long time ago, and began to clear the mimicry in every room and every corridor.

Perceiving that something was wrong, Omega desperately issued orders to nearby men to help them, but the distance was too far. When part of the mimetics who had escaped the air raid rushed to the Louvre, they greeted them again. It is the c12 brigade led by abd and Hebes. The red energy beams are like lightning one after another. Missiles, air-burst grenades, wantonly harvesting mimic groups that cannot be submerged in reinforced concrete cities. Some mimics try to sneak attacks through sewers and manhole covers. But standing on top of them were war machines ranging from dozens to dozens of tons. Their power could not be countered at all. After the drones in the air lost the incendiary bombs, they began to sweep the ground with machine guns. The inevitable mimicry group covers the whole street.

  If these mimicry are a little bit intellectual, they will understand what Fisher’s incurable disease is called, the phobia of lack of firepower!

  (End of this chapter)