In Colorado, night slowly fell.
Rebel soldiers armed with live ammunition were patrolling the mountain roads.
Next to the cave at the foot of the mountain, a green Hummer was parked.
Oliver walked next to the Hummer, lit a cigarette, and looked at the man standing next to the car.
"How's Carlson?"
"There's no news yet. With Jamie helping him, there should be no problem. I bet they should be fleeing from New York City now … Fu * k, your signal here is too bad. It's not like this in T State. " On the hood of the green Hummer, the bare-chested man threw the phone into the car in annoyance.
The man sitting in the car opened one eye, then slowly closed it again, continuing to close his eyes to rest.
Oliver began to smoke a second cigarette while repeatedly looking at the satellite phone in his hand.
According to his agreement with Kayn Jay, regardless of whether he succeeded or not, they should have called him. However, the strange thing was that it was already night time, but there was still no news from New York.
Oliver faintly felt that something was wrong. Just then, a figure appeared in his line of sight.
Almost subconsciously, he and the man next to him picked up the rifle next to them and aimed at the figure running up from the path.
Seeing this, the man hurriedly raised his hand and shouted in a low voice.
"Don't shoot! We're on the same side! "
"It's Fielding," the man put away the rifle and gestured to Oliver next to him, "We're on the same side."
At this moment, Oliver also noticed the person and put away the rifle in his hand. However, after he saw the scratches on his clothes and his flustered appearance, he frowned slightly.
"What's the hurry? I remember you didn't go to Denver to meet Eris, right? Why are you back — "
"Bad news!" Fielding gasped, bent down with his hands on his knees, and said breathlessly, "Eris, he …"
"What's wrong? Make it clear. "Oliver frowned.
Fielding took a deep breath, stabilized his breathing, paused for about half a minute, and continued.
"The Ocean Lake Military Factory was seized by the garrison of Celestial Trade. Eris Ben's account was also frozen, and he is now wanted by the UA. The people who originally supported our cause were all scared out of their wits. Someone revealed my identity … If I hadn't run fast enough, I might have been caught by now! "
"Sh * t, you're useless, but you're good at running." The Texan guy grinned and scolded.
The corners of Fielding's mouth twitched. His expression was twisted, and no one knew whether he was crying or laughing.
"Eris has been discovered. What should we do next?" The man lying in the Hummer opened his eyes and looked at Oliver.
"There are still people in California who are willing to support us, but only if we give them hope. Those people won't act until they see the rabbit, not to mention that they have received a lot of benefits from Celestial Trade. Many people have begun to waver. We must let them see the hope of liberating the UA. "
At this point, a cold light flashed in Oliver's eyes.
"Jiang Chen must die. Only he can die! Only then will we have hope! "
"Cowards from California," the Texan guy scolded.
"Do you need me to do something?" The man lying in the Hummer put on a baseball cap and sat up from the seat.
Odin, this was his code name. No one knew his real name.
Even Oliver didn't know much about him. The only thing he was certain was that he was a patriot and he stood on the side of the rebels. At the same time, he was also the strongest person in the rebels and the only psychic that Oliver knew.
Even the Texan guy next to him didn't dare to provoke this young man.
Because he never relied on his muscles to fight, his psychic abilities could kill people without leaving a trace. He could even temporarily control a person under the condition of mental overload to perform simple actions such as firing a gun or swinging a fist.
"Let's wait a little longer." A hint of hesitation flashed in Oliver's eyes. "If there is no news from Carlson by noon tomorrow."
Odin curled his lips in disdain. The young man's frivolous expression was not concealed at all. He put his hands on the back of his head and continued to rest in the seat.
"I said, if I went with you, it wouldn't be so troublesome."
More than a dozen Moro and even Celestial Trade soldiers had died in his hands. From Odin's perspective, he already saw himself as a hero who saved the UA in a Hollywood blockbuster. Only he could defeat those invulnerable iron blocks.
However, neither Odin nor Oliver knew anything about real power.
This level of ability may seem powerful to them, but it was because they had never been in contact with other psychics. If the so-called ability (that is, unlocking the hidden genetic code) could kill Jiang Chen, then the Kurofune would have succeeded countless times.
What kind of ability had Jiang Chen not seen before?
Not to mention that he himself stood at the peak of the second level and was only one step away from the third level.
If Odin was there at the time, it would be easier to kill him than to kill an ant.
Just then, there was a flash of light in the air.
Oliver raised his head and frowned at the sky as he muttered.
"What is that?"
What is that?
The same question lingered in the mind of every rebel soldier.
They didn't experience the Battle of Capital. At first, they thought it was just a meteor shower, but then panic gradually appeared on their faces. It wasn't until the square iron coffin smashed next to the hole where they stored their munitions, in the center of their position, and they were knocked to the ground by the shockwave that they realized what it was.
NS-90！
The legendary battlefield cleaner …
There were no civilians here. If they didn't surrender, they were rebel soldiers. Celestial Trade "quelled the rebellion" for the UA for free, and Jiang Chen didn't plan to leave anyone alive to make the Trump authorities feel awkward.
Killing them all and beating them into submission was far more effective than a trial. When those "ambitious people" realized that they couldn't do anything, they would naturally gradually disperse.
Gunshots rang out.
The lines of fire connected in the shadow of the forest, and the sparks seemed to light up the entire east side of the Rockies. Almost at the same time, Celestial Trade's NS-90s launched simultaneous attacks on more than 100 military targets, and more than 500 robots were delivered to the battlefield.
This kind of three-dimensional battle had long exceeded the traditional military concept of positional warfare and frontline advancement. Only AI could complete the systematic command, and naturally only AI could execute it in an orderly manner. Killing seemed to have become a program, and here, death was just a floating point game of zero and one.
An NS-90 slammed heavily on Fielding's back and directly crushed him into minced meat, as if it was attracted by some kind of beacon placed on him. Odin suddenly bounced up from the chair, and his pupils that stared at the robot instantly turned blood red.
Mental Shock!
No one could remain conscious under this move.
However, what met his eyes was a black muzzle and a flashing tongue of fire.
Blood splashed with the broken window glass, and Odin slammed into the door and lost his life. Even in death, he didn't understand why the ability he was so proud of lost its effect. Because he didn't know that although it was also a lump of iron, it was fundamentally different from those power armors.
It wasn't controlled by a human at all!
Oliver and the Texan resisted desperately, and then faced the harvest of the NS-90 with their flesh and blood, but it was just a joke. They quickly turned into two corpses and fell to the ground.
The gunshots continued until the second half of the night before they gradually stopped. It wasn't until the next day that the police in Denver, under the instruction of Celestial Trade, organized a search and rescue team to the mountain to collect the corpses of the rebel soldiers. When they saw the bloody corpses, many young policemen couldn't help but vomit, and most people's lips were pale and they couldn't speak.
Most of them knew what these rebels were doing, and many people even had the idea of condoning them and joining them …
From this moment onwards, all the unrealistic thoughts dissipated in the lingering smell of gunpowder.
These corpses took a week to be completely cleaned up until they began to stink. Until two months later, people could still find rotten corpses belonging to the rebels on the mountain from time to time.
Of course, this was all in the future.
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