How the Zergs were Made

Chapter 560 - 561 The Hail of Chiyu

Chapter 560: Chapter 561 The Hail of Chiyu

Inside a tower building, Stephen's limbs were tied to a thick metal plate lying on his back, and a beam of light shone on Stephen from top to bottom.

The moisture on his body is evaporating, and his eyes have been blinded by the light. His skin is tingling because of the light, like thousands of needles of hair sticking on his skin.

The so-called burning is like this, which makes the criminal die alive by the starlight, while Stephen is more horrible. In the past, a spotlight will be placed above the criminal. Although it is painful, the criminal will die in a day. But Stephen is different. He is illuminated by artificial light, which is weaker than the star light, but continues to continue. It took him at least three days to die.

At one moment, Stephen spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Here you are."

"How do you know it's me?"

The comer was Mellon, who went to Stephen's metal plate lying on his back and squatted down.

"I can still hear your footsteps clearly."

Even in this situation, Stephen still squeezed out a smile to show Melan that he was still optimistic, but such a smile highlighted his misery.

"Have you ever regretted it?" Mellon asked.

"What about you?"

"We are the kind of people." Melan replied with a smile that they were all elites among the Carter people, and they could guess each other's ideas in three or two sentences.

"Thanks to what you have done, I set foot on Sori's land again." Mellen-Dao.

"How do you feel about your hometown?"

When asked this question, Mellon couldn't help showing a melancholy look on his face.

"I miss it very much, and it's strange. It's strange that I only left eleven public wheels."

"Our ancestors also came from the sea. After landing on land, they are no longer aquatic creatures. You shouldn't have come back." Stephen Dao.

When he said this, Stephen clearly showed disappointment.

"My role is no longer important. The space construction project can be left to those people to complete independently." With that, Mellon took out a cylindrical bottle of wine and looked at Stephen, who was suffering from burning, sighed, "I brought wine, but unfortunately you can't drink it now."

"You can sprinkle it in front of my grave." Stephen Dao.

"Well... that's it."

Noticing the reminder of the people behind him, Mellen ended his words.

Of course, it is impossible for Mellen to sneak into the heavily defended burning tower. He came in on a regular route, and now that the visiting time is over, he must leave.

As he got up and left, Stephen suddenly asked a question.

"We... can we win in the end?"

"...who knows? Do your best and do your best."

Myron can't answer this question, because both of them know the answer to the question very well.

A few days after the visit, Mellon was called to participate in the national conference, at which Melan heard a matter about him.

"Considering the impact of space work on the mental health of Carter people, the meeting unanimously decided that Mr. Mellon should be allowed to carry out remote command construction on Soli. What do you think?"

"I have no opinion. That's good." Mellon answered calmly.

After the meeting, Mellon met a beautiful woman, Carter, who smiled politely and motioned Melan to follow her.

"Please come with me and I'll take you to work."

The two boarded the car, and the car drove on the road, gradually accelerating, and then entered a downhill from the ground to the ground.

After driving in the tunnel for almost four hours, the car stopped. They got off at a place similar to a railway station, and the receiver drove the car to park it. The beautiful female Carter continued to act as a guide.

"What is this place?" Looking at the claustrophobic environment around him, Carter couldn't help asking.

"No.638 Dungeon, 1000 public units from underground depth,

Even if the meteorite thrown from the orbit is not a super-giant tonnage, it is more than enough to defend it."How can we guarantee that the Amoeba will not use super-giant tons of meteorites for orbital bombing?"

Mellon continued to ask with a worried face.

"Mr. Mellon, don't worry. The depth of the dungeons is not the same. There are also deeper dungeons, and the supergiant meteorites I'm talking about are the kind of meteorites that can smash a continent below sea level and transport such tons of meteorites. We can find and transfer people to deeper dungeons early."

As the guide explained, she led Mairen to a room. She swiped the door lock with a card she was carrying, and the door lock opened automatically.

"This way, please."

"We have arrived. This is where you work." The guide is humane.

Mellon looked at the environment in the room and aimed at some electronic devices that he understood but did not know how to operate.

"This thing is different from ours." Mellon picked up a headset and looked at it as he spoke.

"This is our newly developed radio device. is multi-purpose and runs memory up to 20 G. You can even perform some simple physical model calculations."

The guide smiled and explained these electronic devices to Mellon. These high-precision devices are the crystallization of all the Carter people's wisdom. Under the catalyst of crisis awareness, each country is working together. They have summarized the data of their respective scientific experiments and have achieved such results in a short period of time.

"20G?!"

Myron marveled that the computer on the other side of the space construction project only has more than ten M of memory, and this one actually has 20 G, which is simply a qualitative change of the computer.

"You should send this thing to the space engineering department. They are building space warships. Adding such a good thing to space warships will make the operation of warships easier to use." Mellen-Dao.

"You are using a sample machine now, and some small problems still need to be tested. After it is completed, we will telegraph the blueprint of the computer to the space construction project as soon as possible." The guide explained with a smile.

"That's good."

After settling down the commander-in-chief Melan, the guide went to the special room to report to his boss.

"Do you see anything wrong?"

"No, his reaction is normal." The guide replied.

The high-level Carter at the other end of the communication opened his mouth quietly.

"Highly centralized rights are prone to chaos. Stephen is the precedent. Mellon is likely to be the next one, but it's not too late. The surveillance of Mellon must be strengthened. You should also listen to the instructions he gave to the space construction project and don't slack off."

"Yes!"

The guide solemnly made a military salute.