BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 943  Bullets and Tunnels

Chapter 943  Bullets and Tunnels

Van Dyke stood in a dimly lit underground tunnel, the sound of construction echoing around him.

The air around Van Dyke must not have been the most pleasant because the man he didn't have a very positive look on his face.

The man ran his calloused fingers along the rough-hewn walls, tracing the patterns etched into the stone by the workers.

These were maps, letters and numbers meant to identify the area in which he was.

Van Dyke looked around the big room. The ceiling was high, held up by large wooden beams. The sound of hammers and workers filled the air.

Even though the place wasn't finished, it looked strong. The walls were thick, and the design made sense.

Van Dyke could tell it would be safe and useful when it was done.

He turned his gaze to the team of engineers huddled around a set of blueprints, discussing the best course of action to make a section of the tunnel.

Nearby, a group of soldiers loaded crates onto a makeshift trolley. There were few people to spare to build this thing, but somehow they found enough to do it.

"... and if we reinforce the struts with this new alloy, we can increase the load-bearing capacity by at least twenty percent," one of the engineers said, gesturing towards the blueprint.

"But won't that compromise the flexibility of the structure?" another engineer asked. "We need to account for potential seismic activity in this region."

"I've already run the simulations. The alloy will provide enough support without sacrificing flexibility. It's the perfect solution."

As they continued their discussion, Van Dyke approached, his heavy footsteps echoing through the cavernous space.

The engineers fell silent as they saw him approaching.

"Gentlemen," Van Dyke greeted them, his voice deep and resonant. "I trust your work is progressing as planned?"

The workers gave him a respectful nod.

The lead engineer, a woman with graying hair tucked beneath a hard hat, stepped forward.

"Sir, we've completed just over a kilometer of tunneling so far," she said, gesturing to the expanse behind them. "But there's still a great deal of work to be done."

Van Dyke nodded, his gaze sweeping over the construction site. "And what of the concerns about the thaids?" he asked, recalling an earlier discussion about the monsters.

"That's the key challenge we're facing, sir, aside from some small things," the engineer said.

"These tunnels weren't designed to withstand thaid attacks. We did as you asked and made everything just to create a passage to the forest and to build everything fast. If we want to be safe from the monsters, the best thing to do would be to station guards at key points."

Van Dyke absorbed the information, his fingers stroking his chin. "I see. Keep me informed about your progress and let me know if you require any additional resources or support." His gaze swept over the bustling workers.

"Of course, sir," the engineer said, her posture straightening. "

Again nodding, Van Dyke's thoughts were already moving to the wider strategic ramifications of this subterranean network.

He was beginning to feel uneasy about the difficulties that lay ahead as he turned to go.

Van Dyke moved farther into the tunnel, stepping around a pool of muddy water and looking for any indications of weakness or vulnerability in the shadows.

He had to be sure this passage would make it easy and possible for Erik's team to deliver the brain crystal guns he promised to supply the resistance.

The resistance needed every advantage they could get, and these weapons could tip the scales in their favor, or at least make it less one sided.

Van Dyke considered the lives lost and the sacrifices they had already made in their fight for freedom. His lips clenched into a thin line. This tunnel had to be flawless.

***

Amber took aim while holding the sleek and lightweight rifle in her hands, the familiar weight of the weapon providing her with a sense of comfort as she did that.

There were a lot of enemy troops searching around for any sign of the rebels. She knew she could not use her gas control abilities because of these countless eyes watching her.

Too many people knew it would be her if she used it, and that meant learning Erik was here. That had to remain a secret.

Instead of that, she regulated her breathing and squeezed the trigger, which resulted in a surge of energy that slammed into the foe who was closest to her.

The woman stumbled, and her armor sparked. Amber quickly shifted her aim, and she was able to kill yet another target.

Despite this, the soldiers continued to advance with unrelenting resolve and discipline. Amber cursed under her breath, knowing she couldn't rely on her usual tactics. Using a rifle was definitely not a simple task for her, and even fighting melee was a strange experience for her.

Amber's heart raced as she crouched behind the jagged remnants of a crumbling wall.

The acrid smell of gunpowder hung in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood and the smell of sweat that fear gave to people.

Her fingers trembled as she slammed a fresh magazine into her rifle, the cold metal biting into her palm.

The sound of gunshots and explosions could be heard around, followed by the weird and diverse sounds made by the usage of various brain crystal powers across the battlefield.

Amber peered around the corner. Her eyes narrowed. There, just twenty meters away, stood another soldier.

His uniform was a patchwork of dirt and grime, the fabric clinging to his sweat-soaked skin. He was scared, and although she didn't want to kill him, she adjusted her grip on the rifle, her knuckles white, and lined up in the crosshairs.

Although most of the man's face was hidden by a tattered scarf, his eyes exhibited the weariness that came from having fought in a great number of battles.

As Amber pulled the trigger, time seemed to run more slowly. Her shoulder was bucked against by the rifle, and the soldier crumpled and collapsed like a marionette with its strings severed.

She continued her assault, driving the soldiers back with a barrage of bullets and laser bolts.

"Come on!"

As the conflict continued to rage, an increasing number of people arrived. That was the most significant advantage that Volkov possessed; he had many soldiers at his disposal.

Amber felt her stomach knotting up. She couldn't fight that many enemy soldiers at the same time, not without using her brain crystal power.

She had to move.

But as soon as she did, a man came out from a corner. The hulking man was pointing his rifle at her.

"Gotcha."

Amber reacted on instinct, knocking the rifle aside with a swift kick. Luckily, the man was close enough for her to react in time.

The soldier stumbled back, taken aback by the smaller woman's strength and reflexes. But he wasn't a pushover, and he lunged at her, his fists balled.

Amber dodged, weaving under his wild swings. She retaliated with a kick to his belly, sending him sprawling.

He got back up but with renewed determination as rage was mixed with that feeling.

He charged again, but to Amber, this guy was amateurish at best. Even if he came from the army and got to the military academy.

His preparation couldn't compare to that given to her by the Red Palace.

There was a reason this was considered the best institution in Frant for training.

She met his charge head-on. Amber parried his blows, ducking and weaving with the grace of a dancer.

The soldier roared in frustration, throwing a punch that Amber easily evaded.

She countered with a palm strike to his throat, followed by a knee to his stomach. He doubled over, gasping for air.

Amber seized the opportunity. The fight had already taken too much time, and she needed to leave the area, as she was sure that this guy had already called reinforcement.

Aside from that, the enemy soldiers were already approaching her position. Amber quickly took her rifle and pointed it at the man's temple.

His skull exploded into tiny fragments of bone and brain matter. Brain's liquid mingled with blood over the ground. A lot of it also stained the man's already dirty uniform.

Amber didn't have time to celebrate her victory.

"THIS WAY!"

She heard a voice. More soldiers were closing in.

"Let's see how many more of you I can take," she said. These guys were too close, and before she could leave, she had to at least take care of some of them, or her retreat wouldn't be covered.

She came out of her cover and squeezed the trigger, sending a volley of laser bolts towards the soldiers.

They scattered, taking cover behind whatever debris they could find.

Amber moved, using the crumbling walls and piles of rubble as shields.

She fired in short bursts, conserving ammunition while maximizing her impact while she retreated.