Chapter 34: Gauss Weapons
The combat effectiveness of the bionic war machines was assured.
If this had been the original Central Continent team, by this point, failing to unlock their genetic locks and drastically boost their strength would have meant bitter defeat on the spot—doomed to become parasitic hosts for the Orion alien cloning experiments, used to create one terrifying mutant after another.
But!
This was not the ordinary Central Continent team.
Riiip—
A tremendous force tore the bionic war machine apart, its mechanical components scattering across the ground, mixed with oil, lubricants, and a blood-like fluid.
“How many is that now?” Qian Gu rubbed his brow and asked.
“The eighth,” Zhan Lan replied, clutching his submachine gun and counting, unease creeping into his voice. “Something feels off.”
“There are too many of them,” Qian Gu said, casting a glance at the wreckage behind them. Chu Xuan squatted nearby, picking through the debris. “There’s still a long way to the central control room. Damn it, it must have secretly altered the scenario. The spatial configuration of the entire Orion fleet has changed drastically!”
Though new members had joined, the Central Continent team’s advance had never slowed.
Yet the spatial volume of this Orion fleet was clearly tampered with behind the scenes. Just like the original story’s Racoon City, which was magnified a hundredfold, this space had been amplified too. Reaching their destination was no simple feat.
Click.
At that moment, a faint sound came from behind.
“I’ve made some gains,” Chu Xuan’s voice said.
Turning around, they saw him holding a roughly crafted “firearm.”
The gun’s body was the most intact part, having been dismantled from a bionic war machine, but the trigger area bore numerous handcrafted marks, pieced together from countless parts.
Crude, but—
“A Gauss gun, loaded with a single shot, guaranteed to fire.”
Kong Mingde clicked his tongue. “Are you kidding? You’re a military colonel, and I wouldn’t fault you for cobbling together some makeshift weapon, but this is clearly taken from those things. Do you really think you can just assemble it and have it work?”
Li Shuaixi was equally skeptical, whispering, “Are you green-skinned or what?”
Click.
The sound of the chamber being cocked was loud, with parts clanking inside, making one wonder if the thing would fall apart immediately.
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But surprisingly, it did not.
Raising the gun, aiming, and squeezing the trigger in one smooth motion—
A slender, needle-like Gauss bullet shot out of the barrel, producing a faint sonic boom. In an instant, it reached the end of the corridor and pierced through a several-meter-thick layer of superalloy wall.
The penetration wound was small; if not for Zheng Zha and the others’ enhanced vision, sharp enough to see at great distances, they probably wouldn’t have noticed the result clearly.
“Fuck!” Zheng Zha swore outright. “It really works!”
Indeed.
The Gauss gun in Chu Xuan’s hands truly functioned!
Everyone’s eyes shifted slightly, no longer daring to underestimate the man with plain glasses.
The materials were readily available; one of the bionic war machines’ armaments was a Gauss weapon, so the general structure existed, especially the core mechanism. However, by design, the war machines’ Gauss weapons were integrated with their own systems, with no standalone grip or firing mechanism for human use.
Yet Chu Xuan had painstakingly assembled those two components from countless scattered parts.
Though rough and crude, as Li Shuaixi had said, with a green-skinned charm, it was indeed cobbled together—and it worked.
It worked!
That was enough.
‘We really underestimated Chu Xuan,’ Qian Gu thought with a subtle shock, eyes flicking to the power reactor hanging at Chu Xuan’s waist.
Previously, through a series of moves leveraging magic and prophecy, Qian Gu had suppressed Chu Xuan, keeping his own status secure, unlike the original story’s Zhan Lan who had ceded his position.
But clearly, Chu Xuan had not “behaved.”
Or rather, this gambler, this emotionless super-adjuster, this hidden rebel, had no concept of “behaving.”
Since he couldn’t seize the “wise man” position, he would carve out a new path and claim another role within the team.
What could Chu Xuan do now that Qian Gu could not?
The Gauss gun in Chu Xuan’s hands was the answer.
“You’re a full member now,” Qian Gu smiled faintly. “No one else here has your talent. The materials in the main god space aren’t expensive, and the tech blueprints aren’t costly either. We’ll be relying on you.”
If one couldn’t do it, then let go.
The position of researcher, the team’s technology provider, was entirely negotiable.
A team was meant to divide labor; only lone wolves needed to master everything. Becoming a polymath required immense resources, accumulated knowledge, and time—without exceptional talent, the cost was too high.
What Qian Gu needed was a rock-solid grip on team control.
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As long as he didn’t relinquish that power—thereby preventing doctrines like advanced enhancement being useless, dual bloodline counterbalances, and gauntlet fighting styles from appearing within the Central Continent team and hindering its growth—there was no problem.
Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses slightly and said nothing.
“How many war machines do you need?”
“Five.”
“Alright.”
One had to admit, the Central Continent team’s Tinker was well-deserved.
“Here, take this for now.”
Qian Gu turned away. “There will be more war machines.”
Six hours were far from over!
With the main god’s capricious nature, it would never be this simple.
Speak of the devil.
Just as they were still thinking about the main god, not yet a hundred meters away, the main god—or rather, the central control room—struck.
Boom!
A heavy, massive sealed door descended from above like an elevator whose hinges had broken. The hundreds-of-tons alloy gate crashed down, cutting the entire team into two groups.
Qian Gu, Zhao Yingkong, Li Shuaixi, and Kong Mingde formed one group.
The rest were in the other.
“Damn it!” Zheng Zha slammed a fist hard against the door, flames of red heat scorching his skin. It took several seconds for a shallow red mark to form.
The materials of the entire Orion fleet were tough, especially these sealed doors.
Arno clenched his fist and struck it with tremendous force; the roaring sound nearly ruptured eardrums, and the air rippled in waves, yet the impact only left a fist-sized dent on the gate.
“Stop,” Qian Gu’s lips moved as he communicated telepathically with Zheng Zha. “This is an unavoidable force. The main god won’t let us proceed smoothly. If this door doesn’t yield, it will be forced down! I’ve already told you the way to the central control room—go ahead. I have some matters to attend to here.”
“Qian Gu, Qian Gu!”
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