In a valley about 370 kilometres from Mogadishu, four huge tents, each covering more than 300 square meters, are lined up in a valley like a waterfall.

If the people inside speak quietly, it is easy to hear clearly.

But inside one of the large tents, a deafening roar echoed.

The sound was not small, but it also used an electric horn to amplify it, so that people outside who were digging drainage ditches in the heavy rain could hear it clearly.

“...... Who bought the camera? Why is the quality so poor? Have I deducted your wages? If you dare to fool me with such garbage, if you don't want to do it, get out of ......."

“...... My God, what happened to you stupid big man? Where did you go to your right front paw? Who ate it, was it you? Give it back, it, oh my God! Hurry up and measure this stupid big fool...... What are you still doing in a daze, these stupid big men are kittens in front of me!come, sit down, lie down, roll, meow twice, by the way, you can't scream, the sound is just too ugly, the next version, I will develop a lark voice, let it sing me my heart eternal ......"

“...... If you die, I won't pay you a euro, not even half a big boy......"

“......”

Not far from the large tent, a few black coolies, who did not even have a raincoat, wore only a pair of large trousers, were bare-chested, and in good condition wore only a baseball cap, and in the torrential rain, wielding shovels and hoes, digging shallow ditches along the ropes on the ground to drain the rainwater accumulated in the camp to the lower ground.

The tropical rain has a warm feeling, in addition to overwhelming people who can't open their eyes and a little pain on the skin, it is like taking a hot bath, and after the numbness and adaptation, it will feel a little comfortable.

In the torrential rain, the few black men who dug the ditch did not work hard to set up a gantry array, digging a few times and talking a few words, God knows when these drainage ditches will be dug well.

"Listen! Dr. Moller is losing his temper again!"

"Well, he lost his temper seventeen times yesterday, and from today to now, it's the sixteenth time before it gets dark, maybe he can break the record!"

"The afternoon just starts, I'll bet thirty times!"

"Ha, ha, I bet this old man will be to death!"

Just as these guys were talking nonsense, someone's voice broke through the rain curtain and came, obviously seeing someone touching the fish.

"If you dare to be lazy, you will catch and feed those monsters, and I promise that the one who does the slowest work will die today. ”

The black coolies, who were waiting for the meal to be served, looked at each other, and then dug up like crazy, and the clods of earth flew and the progress suddenly accelerated.

They were almost crying!

When faced with death threats, these blacks also burst with unprecedented potential.

No one wants to become a ration for those monsters, and the huge claws and fangs alone make their legs limp.

The large tent was brightly lit, and four elephant-like monsters crouched in huge iron cages with railings the thickness of an adult's calf, made of high-strength composite materials to withstand the onslaught of light armored vehicles.

A cage the size of half a standard shipping container is not the only prohibition on restraining these monsters, there are also thick steel chains that firmly bind the limbs and bodies of the monsters, and there are more than a dozen heavy anti-materiel distance rifles of 20mm caliber nearby, firing a salvo from multiple angles at the same time, even a tank can't bear it.

At the bottom of the cage are a number of remote-controlled anti-tank mines.

The most important killer feature is a special bomb embedded in the inside of the monster's skull.

All it takes is a special encrypted signal, and a high-energy bomb with a capacity of 500 grams can instantly blow up the monster's brain tissue into a pulp.

At this moment, the three big guys who returned to the cage were very quiet, completely without the violent appearance that was raging on the hill before, and now they were like three docile kittens.

It's hard to imagine that it wasn't long before they were out of control.

Just as the three monster head camera groups were damaged, Dr. Moller almost pressed the remote control and detonated the bombs.

Although many of the cameras in the camera group were broken, the GPS positioning device and the command receiver signal were inexplicably interfered with and intermittent, and the real location could not be confirmed, and finally returned to normal.

Dr. Moller finally mastered the position of the three lost big guys and tried to regain control again, and his luck was good, as the big guys' movement trajectory showed that it had been affected.

It took a full day for the four "Storm Nightmares" who had run a little far away to finally return to the "temporary lair" located in the valley under the guidance of the receiving drone.

Although it was a thrilling accident, it proved the reliability of these biological warfare weapons, and the accident was due to unreliable camera electronics, not the "Storm Nightmare" itself, after all, whoever is "blind" will inevitably run around.

However, to Dr. Moller's chagrin, within a few hours of his disappearance, one of the "Nightmares in Storm" had its right front paw missing, breaking off at elbows.

The value of a Storm Nightmare test subject was comparable to the weight of gold, and the inexplicable loss of a claw made his heart ache, and he couldn't imagine what kind of thing could cut through such a hard outer bone armor and bones, and the incision was incredibly smooth.

The bone armor, which is difficult to destroy even with small arms, was cut down in this way with an understatement, could it be a professional large cutting machine, or a Jedi Knight's laser sword?

But it is certain that the Nightmare of Violent Armor, which is full of messes and has obviously been hit by the collective fire of modern human firearms, will not give in easily, and honestly let people cut off their claws.

According to the debris of the wreckage between their mouths full of fangs, there are not only shredded flesh, but also unknown wreckage such as cloth, I am afraid that there is no shortage of cannibalism, and there is no need to shout wronged when they are attacked by concentrated fire.

After all, it is not easy to cultivate a tyrannical nightmare, and it is only a broken claw now, it is not a fatal injury, it can still continue to drive, and the decline in combat effectiveness is limited.

"Todd, design it, if these big guys add crew or directly add weapons to the effect, then make an evaluation. ”

Dr. Moeller, as the project leader, has more than a dozen technical teams around the "Nightmare of Storms", a huge biological research and development program costing hundreds of millions of euros, once the evaluation of the test subjects is completed, as an investor in the Moeller Institute, the Leeherre consortium will officially recommend this war weapon to the French military.

"Doctor, I've got some ideas for the plug-in weapon, take a look at these sketches!"

Researcher Todd, who was wearing a pair of protective glasses, handed over a large roll of A3 paper, all of which were blueprints of the external weapon concept based on the Nightmare of Storm Armor.

Sure enough, it was a talent who was qualified for a high salary, and as soon as Dr. Moeller mentioned it, he was all ready there.

"Why are there only so many personnel carriers, too few, I, no, Chairman Demville will not be satisfied, the board of directors will not be satisfied, Todd, you have to work harder!"

Although satisfied with the reliability of his servant, and only a few words of praise, Dr. Moller was once again revealed, and his words became mean.

The financier has invested so much money, and it must be perfect, otherwise if the institute cheats the financier's money and has a bad reputation, it will simply close its door.

"No, doctor, I've already measured acceleration and other related data, and the human physique can't cope with those supernormal states, and will be injured! I suggest that you can use an unmanned remote control integrated system to unify the various items and make them modular according to the standard software and hardware interfaces, so that people and the Nightmare of Violent Armor, one plus one is greater than two. ”

Todd is indeed a talented person with a lot of ideas.

“Emmmm...... A great idea indeed!"

Dr. Moeller touched his unshaven beard, which had not been taken care of for several days, nodded slowly, and continued, "Yes, you can take the lead and make a standard plan for the modularization of the system." ”

Todd exclaimed excitedly, "Yes, Doctor!"

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared, and perhaps this time it is likely that his status at the Moeller Institute will be taken to the next level.

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