Monster Factory

General Almon sat on the chair for half an hour.

He pondered the possibilities and carefully analysed the various technological and military techniques that he understood and even heard about.

General Mopu said he would die soon.

He doesn't believe it, but that doesn't mean he'll take it as a joke.

If General Almon is blackmailed for $100 million, let alone can't get it out, assuming it is, it is estimated that tens of thousands of soldiers and horses will be mobilized to chop that man into meat sauce.

The Chinese bus that crashed across the Iron and Steel Bridge is the best proof of Giant Beast Industry's mood.

But if General Almon dares to ask for 100 million dollars, he will naturally have his breath. In this half-hour period, he has considered everything from the oldest poisoning methods to the most popular drone naming in the twenty-first century. Even Giant Beast Industries bought his neighbors for assassinations.

With that in mind, General Almon felt that the young president of the giant animal industry was bragging and intimidating.

He's not even afraid of American military drones, he's afraid of a Chinese entrepreneur?

So General Almon took advantage of the day and led several of his subordinates into another shelter to make sure they didn't lose anything.

This bunker is closer to the army and more hidden. It is located in a complex house with no appearance, but has a specially reinforced underground bunker inside.

Though they are always joking at the international level, they are not so stupid as to be helpless, at least the military news of all countries will be watching for a long time.

In recent years, drone strikes have grown more mature. From Africa to the desert, too many paralyzed and careless leaders were bombarded into fragments by a drone that could be as valuable as a tank. With so much news, General Almon and several other high-ranking people naturally put drones in the first place.

After replacing the bunker, that hundred million dollars remained in his original warehouse.

Almond checked the dollar in detail, and he assured me that the dollar was fine. It's just because this bunker is too small to store US dollars.

To think of it, General Almon can't help but laugh, the longer he really lives, the more he fears death. Because of the threat of others' short sentences, Gango was so aggressive in hiding his place.

Perhaps a hundred million dollars, he began to yearn even more, for the happy, golden days of the male protagonists in the European and American films.

……

Time passes by, and fighting has been going on for days in every corner of the capital city, with both sides and those suffering under too much pressure.

So, with the night falls.

The capital city gradually descends into a dead silence with no light, even on the side of Blue Helmets, just lighting the lights on important buildings and roads.

There seems to be no sign of life on the deserted earth at the point of the stars.

It is dozens of kilometres from the bunker where General Almon is hiding and, without any strategic value, there will naturally be no soldiers. So under the night, an otherwise blind rock slowly splits apart, and it doesn't get anybody's attention, except for the insects hiding beneath the rock.

A man dressed in a black cloak, covered in shadow, stood up from this stone.

It pulls a cable out of its chest, fills it up, just leaps a little bit and jumps out close to five meters.

ka-cha

The smoke scattered and a gap was also cracked on the other stone. A vulture jumped from inside to the sky and eventually landed on this black man.

An electromagnetic wave that is invisible to the naked eye, passing quickly here. Through the satellite network, the Avenger robot, which had just ended up in dormancy, downloaded an electronic topographic map of dozens of kilometres square in less than ten seconds, and this "infiltration mission”.

Infrared Night Vision mode activated.

Vultures standing on its shoulders also synchronously turn on thermal energy detection, and dynamic detection.

One detects hostility at high altitude, one runs on the ground, like a leopard, on all fours.

In the dark, no mammal can escape the surveillance of a vulture drone. When the Avenger robot took twenty minutes to run and for the first time approached the active territory of humans, the vulture drone had already marked all the living human positions in front of it, and automatically judged these humans according to their physical movements, who was sleeping, and who was holding a gun and performing guard duties.

This is a road submerged in brown land, without street lights, but with more than thousands of people and hundreds of cars across the road. They erected simple openings on both sides of the road, pulled up barbed wire, and erected more than ten searchlights around them with moving angles.

Normally, trying to cross this line of blockade does not surprise a person that it is simply impossible.

Not to mention that General Almon issued the strictest defensive orders in the afternoon, saying that they could illuminate searchlights hundreds of metres away, these seven-point tents, and that there were more than hundreds of people with guns walking around outside the tents, scrupulously patrolling soldiers with flashlights. Even if a SEAL instructor were to arrive, he could only shake his head and sigh, either bypassing or abandoning the mission.

The Avenger Robot never moves forward, and as a searchlight moves forward, it suddenly speeds up, like a gecko running against a wall, fast and silent.

A metre of high wire leaped past and landed equally quietly. Before the first two soldiers with the torch came here, it jumped again gently and landed behind a tent in a position that was simply impossible for humankind to complete.

Inside the tent, three soldiers slept, the Avenger robot stuck close to the tent, unobtrusively circled half a turn, and avoided a patrol soldier. Then climb under the chassis of a pickup truck with your limbs on the floor.

There are also two tents in front, one of which is still lit and clearly visible on the tent.

The Avenger robot stood up and walked straight ahead, going all the way to the next barbed wire, jumping again into the darkness where the searchlight had not yet been fired.

It runs on the ground, occasionally making a 180 degree turnaround like an electric shock, or when a car engine roars nearby and a tire crushes, Yegor dares to follow the tail behind the car.

Evasive, constantly passing thermal imaging data through vulture drones, over and over again through seemingly impossible blockades.

Half an hour later, a Quartet neighborhood appeared in front of Avenger Robots.

At the highest point of the neighbourhood, there is also a vulture drone stationed there to keep an eye on the house where General Almon is hiding. In this neighbourhood, more than 500 soldiers were hidden, scattered throughout the houses, more than half of whom were on guard duty for General Almon.

Here, no alley is uninhabited, no corner is monitored for death. Using General Almon's bunker as radiation, an iron barrel defensive ring, the soldiers stationed in the building could easily resist enemies more than three times their size.

Faced with this situation, the Avenger Robot climbed a two-story building in silence.

On a flat roof, there are also a number of soldiers standing guard.

For example, at the foot of the Avenger robot, two soldiers are shrinking in one corner, with a chat without a word. Until the Avenger robot climbed up, they were attracted by the inevitable sound of "sand” peeling down behind them.

Unfortunately, we haven't waited for them to rise.

Two metal ribbons drilled out of the pitch-black cloak stuck like snakes in their back necks.

Their eyes were instantly rated like a bull with a deadly sword from a bullfighter. They were stiff in place and suddenly stopped breathing.

One building next to the other, almost every roof, has one or two soldiers guarding it.

Faced with this situation, the Avenger Robot, who had stood at the top of the building, hastily retrieved an absolutely weird sci-fi pistol from under the cape.

Unlike any type of gun, this pistol appears to be slightly swollen and has a silver-grey caliber of less than two millimeters.

“Pu Pu ~”

Even in the silent night, two slightly untraceable firing sounds are coming from the front end of the gun.

Two bullets, similar to green beans, flew out, and 0.01 seconds later, the two people on the roof in front of them, were again straightforward and stiff in place.