Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The Congressman named Wu did not stay here for long and left in a hurry after throwing away that remark.

After the hijacking spread, it was a mess outside, and he had other messes to deal with, and he couldn't stay here long.

And thanks to that.

The bureaucrats and parliamentarians of the Trans-Asian cooperation were described as good players in economic and colonial development, but it would be good if they did not disrupt various sectors in other ways.

Looking at Yang Wu standing next to him, the commander said after a moment of silence.

“Actually, I agree with some of your points. When the AI battlefield analysis system was first designed, it was only used as a strategic reference. It was not desirable to rely too much on the calculation results. ”

“In our time, machines were only auxiliary, and we believed in human judgment more than the answers given by machines," said Yang Wu, looking at the commander standing next to us, "but I also thought about this question, and the times were progressing, and experience was constantly updating. In practice, you have demonstrated the statistical superiority of AI's judgment, and you can trust it even more. ”

The commander was silent for a while and spoke.

“If in your experience, what do you think their claims might be? ”

Yang Wu answered without false thought.

“Skyboat. ”

“Skyboat?” I didn't expect him to suddenly mention this, the commander frowned slightly, "You mean, they were going to...”

“This is not an attack premised on survival; maximizing destruction is the fundamental logic of suicide attacks. If I were a hijacker, I would not be satisfied with the 220 passengers on the spacecraft, let alone allow flight N-177 to pass through the Earth Moon system, and I would drive it directly to the Skyboat space station. ”

“At maximum speed! ”

Hearing this crazy plan, everyone in the command center sucked in a cold breath.

Another consultant opened his mouth and said in a difficult tone.

“This is too...”

He's trying to exaggerate.

The Skyboat is the first space port for trans-Asian cooperation and the first space port in the true sense of Earth's orbit. It is home to more than 30,000 inhabitants, thousands of engineers and tens of thousands of passengers.

“And who could have caused such an attack? ”

“If there is support behind this from other regional coalitions… this is tantamount to declaring war! ”

“It is not necessarily another cross-regional alliance, perhaps an air thief financed by them, or the remnants of our clean-up operation… but now is not the time to discuss these, what we need is a response,” the Commander silenced for a while and looked to Yang Wu, "what do you suggest? ”

At the moment of hearing this question, Yang Wu said without false thought.

“Destroy the N-177 before it causes more casualties! ”

The moment this sentence is spoken.

Everyone standing in the command room sucked in a cold breath almost identically.

The advisor beside him was even more shocked.

“It's impossible! That's 220 passengers! Are you trying to put all of us in a military court? ”

Yang Wu's expression continued unchanged: "Compared to the lives of the 30,000 orbiters on the Skyboat and the tens of thousands of detained passengers, 220 lives and being sent to a military court are not worth mentioning at all. I am confident that even your trusted AI battlefield analysis system will not hesitate to make a trade-off. ”

After a pause, he looked at the commander standing next to him and said calmly.

“Commander, would you like to trade the lives of the tens of thousands on board the Skyboat for a decent way of dying for the passengers on flight N-177, or would you allow those who are certain to die at the last minute of their lives to save at least some who should not have died here? ”

“This is human life, not multiplication by subtraction! The proposal was categorically rejected, and the commander remained silent for a while, continuing," Negotiate with the hijackers first and set a window for the negotiations within five hours. ”

“In addition, have the Celestial Guard Defense System turn on the laser calibrator and stand by in Moon orbit. ”

“If a choice has to be made… I hope this is the last choice. ”

“Yes!”

After the order was issued, the entire command centre became busy.

Looking at the keyhole on the console that fired the weapon, the commander went into silence.

He had no doubt that the Yang advisor standing next to him would make the right choice. They were sent to this era, more like machines than machines.

It's not about courage anymore, it's about humanity.

……

In the darkness, silent pupils lit up a glow.

That glow was so prominent in a pitch-black cabin, like a firefly in the night.

“Speed, abnormal. ”

“Judgment, failure. ”

This is the biomimetic rest compartment.

Like most of the new biomimetics who made and styled it, it was sent here after boarding the flight.

If not unexpected, it will stay here until the flight arrives.

However, its logic circuitry and every sensor on its body are telling it that if it continues to wait, the significance of its presence here may disappear.

Remove the charging cord from your body, stand on the charging level of the vintage mineral imitator, take a rigid step to the computer next to you, and point the index finger of your right hand up.

The holographic panel appears in front of you, and as a stream of data flashes past, the progress bars in the pop-up windows end little by little.

This cracking took a little longer.

But fortunately, it didn't take long.

Looking at the person who appeared in the surveillance image and picked up the rifle from the ground, the light in the human pupil flashed slightly.

Lips open and it speaks with a stiff voice, intermittently.

“Protect, program, start…”

“Restrict, lift…”

Just moments after the tone fell, a dark cabin lit up the spectre of a star dot.

All the biomimetics are awakened...

……

The ark thought that it had never eaten pork, but had never seen a pig run, but didn't think that running pork was really different from the pork in the pot.

Well, he admits he does have a gambling component.

And after a sneak attack on the advantage of his equipment, he did underestimate the professionalism of these thieves somewhat inflatably.

It was his plan to find a way to wake the bionic bodyguard that Em sent, and then regain control of the cockpit.

However, just as he snuck out of the cabin and touched in the direction of the luggage compartment, he encountered a fierce fire halfway through.

Looking at the orange yellow bullet storm and the thick and numb bullet holes on the walls of the alloy compartment on both sides, he hid behind the bunker in the ark and was afraid for a while.

Fortunately, he opened his nitrogen shield in time and relied on the gushing air to help him eject the flying bullet. Otherwise, even if he didn't turn into a sieve, he would have to lose his arm and leg.

“… changed the direction of motion of the diatomic molecule through a special force field? ”

“This shield is kind of interesting, if you have a chance to research-- fuck... forget about it first, or think about how you can survive! ”

Looking at the fierce fire across the street, the Ark sadly discovered that it had no chance of even returning a probe.

And if the shield is open, although his nitrogen shield can't be punched across the street, his magnetic slingshot can't be punched either.

As for the rifle...

This thing is a firecracker in his hand.

Without the exoskeleton armor that can grab the ground, don't say hit the man, don't be shocked out by the aftermath, I'm afraid it can all be called a soldier king.

Besides, he's a researcher?

He believed that if it was Wang Peng, the equipment would make it easy to kill the other side. But after all, I am only a scholar, and this extreme challenge is still too difficult!

The situation burned for a while, and both sides were deadlocked in the corridor, and no one could do anything about it.

Just as the ship was experiencing a headache for fire across the street, what he did not know was that the two hijackers in exoskeleton armor across the street felt no less headache than he did.

Even with a strong surprise.

They've emptied two magazines.

Yet the man hiding behind the bunker still looks like he's okay!

Replacing the magazine, one of the hijackers hiding behind the bunker almost cursed his mother.

“Shet... why can't this guy hit it? ”

Even a human sketchmaster wouldn't be so miserable?!

“The thing on this guy was a little evil, and the bullet we shot out seemed to hit the transparent wall. Never mind, there's only one bet left! ”

While talking, the other hijacker pulled a thick thumb grenade from the outer skeleton and stuck it on the launcher below the muzzle.

The teammates next to him couldn't stop it at all and heard a dull bang.

A parabolic line was seen smashing straight into the past and the orange red flame burst, almost swallowing the entire corridor.

The wolf climbed up from the ground and felt the hot air currents around him, and the hijacker standing next to him looked at his companion in horror.

“Are you crazy?! Do you want to destroy this flight?! We're going to take revenge on our dead brothers with it...”

"Ha ha, but it worked, didn't it? ”

Rolling smoke has completely swallowed up the second half of the corridor, where people can't see if they're dead or alive, but if it must be an explosion like this, no one should survive.

As for the smoke and flame...

There is naturally an extinguishing system in the cabin to handle it, so long as the cabin structure is not damaged, there is nothing to worry about.

However, the voice had not yet completely fallen, and the hatch next to them suddenly opened.

The passengers were left in the room, as if they were puppets of emotional cash, and they took stiff steps and rushed this way.

Watching the surge of "people”, the two hijackers immediately realized something was wrong and were frightened by a cold sweat, while quickly turning the muzzle to pull the trigger.

Fire at the gunpoint.

An orange-red ballistic wave weaves an airtight rain of death in the air.

Metal parts flew up and down in the air, beating the broken arm of an electric spark, legs were broken everywhere, and a biomimetic fell like a corpse that had been shot, one after the other.

“Protect…”

The same words are repeated in the mouth, as if they were dominated by some mysterious force, moving at all costs towards those two hijackers wearing exoskeleton armor.

I broke my leg and climbed with my hand.

Break your hand and use your neck.

As long as there are moving parts, they don't stop.

Just as they drag two people down to hell even at the expense of themselves, they create the last inch of current all over their bodies, driving the mechanical shell to reach out to them.

“Shet! These guys... are so difficult! ”

The scolding threw out a gun butt and smashed the nearby biologist to the ground. Then he stepped on the ground with a clean foot and broke the hand that reached for his own swollen feet.

Apart from the trouble, these civilian biomimetics were castrated from the very beginning of the design, completely eliminating their ability to harm humans and thus not threatening them armed to the teeth at all.

Yet just when two people thought that, they saw a rifle draw a parabola, cross their heads, and hit a biomimetic crowd.

A bad premonition surged into the minds of both of them.

Indeed, as if to corroborate their speculation, a living man reached out and caught the rifle.

“Fak! ”

The voices burst out loud and the two hijackers, frightened to lift the rifle in their hands, were simply unable to do so. A robot wrapped his arms around them like a vine, locked his own joints and locked their movements, even blocking the eyes of the gunmen with his chest and head.

The two hijackers strained their muscles and watched the rusty old imitator in the chest, pointing the gun at them.

Then, pull the trigger!

“Da-da-da-! ”

Sparks jumping at gunpoint can hit the ballistic ballistics on the front middle-air like rain spots, breaking the fear in the eyes of the two.

Until they died, they did not understand why they were programmatically set up to absolutely refrain from harming human beings by reaching for weapons and why they were attacked.

“Well done...”

The rolling smoke was finally withdrawn by the vacuum fire suppression system. Almost choking on the ark, he stood up from behind the bunker with a dry cough.

The grenade did come as a surprise to him.

Luckily, the biomimetic sent by Little Egg responded in a timely manner to save him from danger.

Perhaps he understood the affirmation with which the biomimetic nodded.

However, at this point, the mutation occurred suddenly.

The biomimetic's pupil suddenly contracted, his legs burst slightly, and he made a front-running motion, pushing a canoe towards him.

Flew out by the impersonator, the ark had never returned to God. After what had happened, he saw a shadow slaughtered from one side of the shadow and hit his previous position - the one that pushed away his impersonator.

Successive battles broke out in an instant, and victories and losses were divided in an instant.

The man dressed in combat with the exoskeleton, after breaking the right arm of the bionic man with a dagger, disarmed it easily and then threw it away with a dagger, directly breaking its neck.

Prior to his death, the impersonator stuck the barrel with his only left hand and locked his own joints in an attempt to stop the man at the expense of himself.

However, the man's reaction was also quite decisive and he simply threw away the rifle in his hand and stepped directly towards the nearby ark, grabbing it.

At this limit distance, it is too late to recharge the magnetic slingshot.

Looking at the inescapable ark, the winning ticket held Russus' face with a cruel smile.

Although it remains unclear how this seemingly non-deterrent man killed his own companion, it does not matter at this moment.

“Looks like you've got a lot of good stuff on you. ”

“But unfortunately… this is war, son. ”

Speaking, he did not give the opponent a chance to give his last words, and he did not hesitate to stab the dagger out of his hand.

The next moment, however, his expression completely solidified on his face.

The dagger before the stabbing seemed to have stabbed a transparent wall, and the tumbling airflow blew his bangs.

In the trance, an idea came to mind.

Wind?

How is that possible?

I wear a fully enclosed helmet...

But even if he realized something was wrong, Russus had not had time to think about it.

It was almost compressed into solid nitrogen, like an unbroken battle axe, penetrating directly through his armor, splitting it on his gut, and stirring them into clumps.

The principle of the nitrogen shield is not to release compressed nitrogen, but rather to interfere with the dual-atomic molecules in the ambient air through a special force field produced by the device, compressing the surrounding nitrogen into a vortex-like circular gas wall.

As long as it is in an atmospheric environment, this shield is theoretically capable of defending against kinetic energy attacks at almost all levels of light weapons. At the same time, knowing this principle, the Ark immediately came up with another alternative use.

That is the force field created by the nitrogen shield, which acts directly on the nitrogen molecule in the target body, and thus causes the "ignore armor" killing!

While it can only be used close enough, this method of attack, which is tantamount to ignoring armor, is undoubtedly enormous for the lethality of soft targets.

And that's probably the cruellest way to use a nitrogen shield...

His gut was broken into numerous pieces, and Russus, who did evil, swallowed blood in his mouth, eventually swallowed his last breath in silent pain.

Stick your fist to his chest and look at the entire swollen exoskeleton armor, without any pity in the eyes of the ark.

“Your father was still a cell when I was sitting in the principals' seat watching the soldiers. ”

“Who do you call a child...”

The boat sighed when it retracted its extended fist and looked at the shield generator on the arm of the eye, which had drained the last bit of energy and had begun to gradually fade into black powder.

“… I wanted to keep a little energy research, but I didn't expect to use it up. ”

While the system level was still low, most of the samples taken were disposable, and this nitrogen shield could be considered one of them.

However, the equipment originally brought out of the "Beginner's Village” can still be regarded as exhaustive, and the ark quickly rushed to the cockpit after only a short meat ache.

This flight has been drifting through the universe for two days, and it should reasonably take up to one day to arrive.

At this moment, however, instead of slowing down, the ship continues to accelerate. He wondered whether the remaining fuel was slowing down enough, not to mention how many minutes, or even seconds, remained in the window of the on-orbit moon system.

It is now imperative to rescue the kidnapped captain and return the flight to its normal course as soon as possible.

However, when the ship arrived in the cockpit, two bodies lying in a bloody pod appeared in the blindfold.

“Holy shit!”

Looking at the tragedy in front of him, some flickering canoe face in his stomach suddenly darkened and couldn't bear to burst out loud.

From the uniform they wore...

I'm afraid he's in a lot of trouble.

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(After adjusting, today's update will not be divided, the word count is actually the same as usual.

And just to say, five months from now, I wanted to be able to make some innovations and breakthroughs in the drama, not just the design of the vast majority of black tech literature, or what you understand as a "set up," and open a company and fly out of the solar system top1 in the world.

This is both a challenge and a learning experience for me. If successful, it could become a new “kit” and if unsuccessful, I would learn from it and improve it in the next book.

Remember last year when I wrote about nuclear fusion, a lot of people sprayed it, either feeling too far ahead or thinking that the protagonist should not engage in research outside of theory. But as I said before, writing is not about acrobatics, and deciding how to write a book is definitely not about drinking, but about outlines.

I would like to be able to write the theory in the second stage, using controlled fusion as an opportunity to apply it, so I will do my best to write this part in accordance with my outline.

This is the third and final phase of the book, and so far it is still part of the outline.

I never expected every chapter of me to be enjoyable to everyone, after all, I'm not RMB, I really don't have that much skill. But it would be an honor for me as an author if my work could bring you some joy after tea meals that is different from everyday life.

It would therefore also be desirable for some to be polite, whether or not they end up together, even if, for what they once “loved”, at least to give each other some dignity and civilization.