Chapter 408: The Rebel Falling in the Rain
In May, the rainy season has arrived.
Heavy dark clouds rolled and swept over, pressing down the sky. Standing in the wilderness where the cold wind was blowing, one could clearly see the boundary between the sky and the earth. On the edge of the thick clouds on the horizon, a little golden afterglow was cast, outlining the outline of the clouds.
A flash of lightning instantly pierced the sky, like a twisted golden branch, and then the sound of rustling rain came from far away.
The rain fell from the sky, hitting the ground, splashing some mud and water marks, and then quickly wet the gray-white ground, dyeing it into a dark and wet form.
The wind blew from time to time, and the rain curtain swayed in the wind. Wherever the rain hit, a hazy mist splashed, and the sound of rustling rain drowned out the noisy sounds, becoming unified and peaceful.
In a small town in the North Third District, pedestrians who had finished shopping stood in front of the supermarket gate, watching the heavy rain drifting outside, and didn't want to go out.
"It's raining." A sighing voice came from behind him. He turned around and saw an old man just walking out of the cashier counter.
"Yeah."
"It's finally raining. When it's not raining, I'm always worried about it, afraid that it will rain one day. When it really rains, I feel relieved." The old man slowly talked about his feelings, and then found a bench next to the supermarket gate and sat down.
"Would you like to sit for a while, young man?"
"No, thank you." The young man took out his personal terminal and checked when the rain would end, wondering if he should find a taxi to go home.
The rain splashed at his feet, and a little mist wet his shoes and legs. The young man had to take a few steps back.
"It's better not to go out in the rain. The first few rains of the rainy season are very toxic." The old man's admonition came from behind again.
"I know."
He knew the corrosive power of poisonous rain much better than the old man, because he worked in the water purification industry.
As the culprit and key to destroying the environment of Jade Skirt, corrosive poisonous rain has been studied by many people, and the analysis of its composition is now relatively complete.
Apart from the chemical reaction corrosion caused by some chemical industries, the biggest danger of poisonous rain lies in the complex and cumbersome extraordinary impurities in it. These are byproducts of the production of special crystals in the past. Various extraordinary substances with special properties are mixed together to form some impurities that are difficult to dissolve. This is the culprit that affects the environment of the jade skirt.
If it is a single substance, even if it is an extraordinary product, a targeted method can be found quickly. However, the impurities in this kind of water and the atmosphere are really complex, and they cannot be filtered and reacted by physical and chemical means, which makes it particularly difficult. Even if some water purification products now say that they can deal with this kind of pollution, it is only a small part of the limited filtration treatment, barely providing drinking water resources. If the environmental water source of the entire planet is to be treated in this way, the resources consumed are comparable to astronomical figures.
Retreating to the eaves of the supermarket, the ground here is still dry and not soaked by the poisonous rain. Just when the young man was about to sit down and wait for a while with the old man, a whistling sound passed the outside of the street, followed by air flow and water vapor splashing the entire street. Some of the water droplets fell on the young man's face, making him feel a burst of pain.
The sharp angles of the gray armor cut through the rain curtain, and the passing mechas passed through this remote town in the North Third District like a cannonball, and drove into the vast world in the rain.
[The team ahead has contacted the rebels and is fighting. The second and third teams are rushing to the battle site.]
The headsets occasionally heard the broadcast of the command desk. The driver sitting in the mecha looked ahead intently, skillfully avoiding various obstacles, extremely fast and smooth.
As it continued to approach the point indicated on the map, the mecha was able to detect some aftermath and flashes of the battle through the observation device.
[The Grey Parrot has arrived at the battle circle and is about to join the battle.] The driver simply dictated in the headset, and then the accompanying teammates responded in succession in the headset.
[The Red-tailed Hawk is accompanying and is about to join the battle.]
[The Emerald Falcon is accompanying and is about to join the battle.]
After that, the three mechas charged in a triangular shape, and the blue airflow behind them lifted the mechas and gradually lifted them into the air.
In front of the rain curtain, four Pelican-class mechas were fighting, and not far away lay a damaged Pelican-class mecha that was cut in half.
One side in the battle was the military and police suppression team of the North Third District, and the other side was driven by members of an unknown organization. Both sides had two mechas, firing and wandering from time to time in the rain curtain, occasionally wielding lightsabers in close combat like a knight's charge, bringing a large amount of burning and evaporating water vapor.
"You dared to escape here, you are really underestimated."
The driver in the gray mecha looked at the two familiar mechas in the rain curtain and pulled the thrust lever to the maximum. At this moment, he had recognized that the two mechas in front of him were one of the missing mechas in the North Fourth District.
"Bang! Zizi--"
The gray mecha directly crashed into the warring party. The green lightsaber in his hand pressed down the opponent's orange lightsaber. Sparks kept flying where the two lightsabers intersected. The fierce energy washed and collided, baking everything around. Some raindrops turned into steam and floated up again in the sparks and heat waves before they could fall.
The sudden arrival of enemy reinforcements surprised the two resistance organization mechas, and then they became anxious, because there was more than one gray mecha in front of them, and the other two gray mechas also surrounded them from the side, as if they were not going to let these two escape.
The 'Gray Oriole' class mecha, the standard sequence 5 mecha in the military in the past, has been in service in large numbers and is also the main force in ground warfare. Its combat effectiveness is far superior to the light and sensitive Pelican class mecha. Most of them are now retired, but some are still retained in the army.
The emerald green lightsaber was particularly eye-catching in the rain, with wisps of steam filling the air. Then it approached again, slashing down fiercely, shattering the orange lightsaber that was blocking the Pelican-class mecha in front of it. The emerald green lightsaber particle flow washed over the outer edge of the mecha, bringing up a large number of sparks and melted parts, and directly cut off one of the arms of the mecha in front of it.
In the rain, the two Pelican-class mechas belonging to the North Third District retreated and made way, and under the fierce siege of the three Grey Oriole-class mechas that came, the two resisting Pelican-class mechas were quickly dismembered, until only the torso was left and fell into the water.
Compared with the Pelican-class mechas belonging to the military and police, these three Grey Oriole-class mechas are still active members of the military, and both the mecha equipment and the driver's strength are far superior to the two parties present.
The reason why they did not directly use laser guns to penetrate the two mechas, but instead used close combat dismemberment, was to capture the drivers of the three Grey Oriole-class mechas, which was also the main purpose of the three Grey Oriole-class mechas to perform their missions.
As the rain hit, the emerald green lightsaber slowly cut open the torso of the fallen Pelican-class mecha, exposing the cockpit inside. Then the lightsaber went out, and the mecha's arm grabbed the cockpit shell and tore it open. A man with dark green short hair jumped out in panic, ready to escape, but was blocked in the open space by the blue blockade barrier.
Soon, a suspended autonomous unit descended from the air, and the mechanical arm extending from below grabbed the man's arm, and then wrapped it with layers of iron chains and tied him to the ground.
On the other side, the fallen mecha was also gradually dismembered and split open, exposing the cockpit inside. The emerald green lightsaber cut open part of it, and the cockpit was seen to split open. One of the black shadows quickly jumped out and rushed to one side.
A dot spread out on the blue light wall, which still did not break. The man who did not give up punched again, accompanied by a roar, and the red fist hit the light wall fiercely, tearing a small hole, but before he could escape from it, a bright laser beam shot from behind, piercing his chest and punching a large hole.
A Grey Oriole-class mecha slowly walked out of the rain, picked up the fallen man on the ground, put him into the open life support cabin beside him and closed it. Everything in the rain curtain became quiet again, only the dismantled and broken parts on the ground told the story of the fierce battle that had just happened.
For the underground gangs and resistance organizations, this black-haired man can be said to be a rare elite, but for the real violent system that maintains the federation, such a person is just a bug that can be crushed at any time.
In the distant lake bottom base, a gray-haired old man sat in front of the command desk, quietly listening to the report from the opposite side.
"Xuda was captured, and Qiao Long's life and death are unknown." He seemed to be repeating, and seemed to be sighing.
"Yes, Commander, I'm very sorry. This operation failed completely. Not only did we fail to get the key things, but we also lost the only two mechas and the pilots."
"Nothing, that's it." After saying that, he hung up the communication and looked at the huge map that covered the entire wall not far away.
This map of the northern regions detailed the intelligence and current situations in each area, and some of them were marked in red, which were particularly dangerous and important.
"Emerald skirt..." There was some nostalgia and loss in his eyes.
"It's all in vain after all, it's just a mantis trying to stop a chariot."
As if he had aged in an instant, he propped himself up with a slight tremor, looking around at the members who were still busy, and his heart was extremely heavy.
As a soldier, his first half of his life was somewhat commendable and satisfactory, but as the initiator of the resistance organization, he was far from successful. Now this organization is like on the edge of a cliff, and it may collapse and fall apart at any time.
The successive failures and the blows suffered have made many people in the organization lose hope and confidence. If the situation gets worse, collapse and defection are only a matter of time.
It was too whimsical and idealistic for a retired officer to gather an organization to fight against those behemoths. It could be said that they were lucky to be able to get to where they are today. Because of the decline of the northern districts, the official funding for the northern government agencies was also very small, which led to them not encountering any resistance in their early activities. Even if they were discovered by some policemen, they could easily escape like those local gang members by spending some money.
However, with the star domain government's attention to environmental issues this year and the proposal of the Northern Recovery Plan, the past relaxed environment is no longer there. This time, even military mechas participated in the suppression, which was completely beyond their ability to cope with.
It's time to think of other methods and ways, otherwise they can only withdraw helplessly. The old man sat down again, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and thought, he didn't have many trump cards, and as he got older, some of the past intelligence and informants were gradually lost.
Three days later, the aircraft escorting the two pilots of the resistance organization arrived in the South District 1, and then handed them over to the Star Domain Tribunal for interrogation and detention.
"Go in." The members of the Inquisition in blue uniforms led the two into the closed cell.
Wearing magic-suppressing collars, shackles, and chains, the two walked into the cell with the sound of iron chains, and then were imprisoned separately.
"Sir, the two defectors have been arrested, and the information about them has been conveyed." A member of the Inquisition in dark blue uniforms reported.
"Got it, you go down first." A mature lady with chestnut-gold curly hair sat at the desk. She was wearing the uniform of a high-level investigator and had a sword hanging at her side.
"Yes."
Looking at the information that quickly passed by on the screen, she looked calm, but paused when she slid to one of the paragraphs.
"So you are the missing key person."
The woman's eyes stayed on one of the paragraphs [… In April 1251, the man attacked the singer Heshia Tilan, who had not yet fully awakened. Afterwards, he was sent to the hospital for treatment, and then he was involved in the cleanup war in the underground world of Arpeggio City, and then disappeared. 】
"I remember that little Tilan changed at that stage, when we hadn't noticed her yet."
"At that time, Tilan was only Sequence 2, while this man was already Sequence 4. Moreover, he had participated in many gang fights before, so his combat strength was not weak."
"It's hard to imagine how Tilan survived this attack, and what happened in the middle that we don't know about."
"Interrogate him and let him explain what happened that night, or let's put it aside for now and ask little Tilan." The woman hesitated for a moment.
If it was an ordinary singer, she would naturally choose to interrogate her to get all the fragments of the truth, but this girl Tilan was very different. Although the outside world's description of her was still limited to the hope of being promoted to a moon-level singer, the Tribunal had already determined that this child would sooner or later become a sun-level singer, and might even be the only Sunday-level singer in the Federation for a long time.
The huge significance of this cannot be explained in a simple sentence or two. If Heshia Tilan is the only Sunday-level singer in the future, even if she is not a color-level singer, she is not far from the legendary singers of the past.
The entire environment of the Federation will change because of her, and matters concerning her need to be handled with extra caution. Emeranda even felt that the top brass of the Inquisition were somewhat in awe of this young girl who had not yet grown up. The
closer they were to the truth, the more they understood the hidden abyss and dangers. Even an institution as detached from the secular world as the Inquisition did not want to offend such a person easily. Moreover, this was not a matter of principle, but some insignificant details.
Forget it, let's ask the superiors.
Emeranda rubbed her forehead, stood up, and came to the special communication station that connected to the central star field.
Not long after, a cobalt blue star tear symbol lit up and began to rotate slowly.
(End of this chapter)
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