The Last Omega

The 15th hasn't caught up yet.

The gunfire behind him became more and more intense, and even a few bullets "swish" past him, hitting the walls on both sides of the corridor, and sparks burst out. No. 17 was about to run out of energy. The moment he was blocked by the army of the fourth base, he was ready to be buried here, but whenever he felt that he was exhausted and was about to be caught, The face in his arms that resembles Major General Linton will arouse his stronger desire to survive.

They broke through the blockade of the two soldiers and killed the sergeant major. The 14th and 18th diverted most of the enemy away, and the 15th covered him to find a place to transfer Rhine.

Until now, he began to clearly feel that more and more enemies were coming towards him from all directions, and he guessed that his teammates had died in battle, and only he was left.

He has no bullets in his hand, the only thing he can do now is to run, run with all his strength...

The air in the lungs was almost exhausted, and the beating sound of the heart beat against the eardrums. Inappropriately, Number 17 thought of the day he had just woken up.

Before that day, he was the son of a professor in the first base. He liked to make all kinds of gadgets by hand. He had a cowardly personality and was afraid of insects.He was changing the water for the fish when the conscription flyer was sent to their home.

The recruiter handed him the slip with a smile and asked him if he would like to join the army.He was too scared to speak, and just waved his hand to refuse.

The other party didn't say anything, but solemnly put the leaflet in their mailbox.After the people left, he was afraid of being persuaded by his family to become a soldier, so he opened the mailbox, intending to destroy the body and traces of the conscription form.However, there were no inspiring words written on the list, he only saw a photo, a photo of a group of Omega sergeants in white uniforms walking out of the artillery fire.The faces of those people were blocked by the pressed brims of their hats, revealing the bridge of their noses and chins, which were exquisite and full of fortitude.

It was a kind of conflicting beauty, which made every young Omega passionate, even if he was as weak as him.

No one is willing to throw away such a photo.Neither did he.

Later, he became a volunteer army in a daze, and three years later, he woke up from the E-level experimental area of ​​the first base.He woke up at the same time as something in his head.

They call it, the microbrain.

"We humans don't have any advantages when fighting other intelligent races. Our bodies are full of weaknesses, and our willpower is generally weak. Compared with Gongdao people, our jaws have degenerated too much, and we cannot bite any prey; with Compared with the Lokra people, our skin is bare and thin, unlike their natural iron skin. We can walk upright, but the lumbar spine is very weak. We can give birth regardless of time and place, but our babies are so fragile. Death is full of fear, we will escape, we will be greedy, and we will betray. In many cases, the existence of human beings is like a mystery, even on the earth."

The trainer in the experimental area said to all the awakened Omega soldiers, "Until one day, we were differentiated and had microbrains. Among them, Alphas have the most complete microbrains, their consciousness capacity is larger, and information transmission The speed is also faster. They can configure their bodies, such as minimizing pain and increasing speed to the fastest. And these are the keys to winning the war. In order to equip you with such abilities, we have spent three years working on Everyone’s micro-brains have been replaced. Now, everyone should understand what I’m talking about—yes, the micro-brains you have now come from our Alpha Volunteer Army.”

"They provided their own brains. Each Alpha's micro-brain can be copied by 50-1500 Omega. They are lying in the experimental area behind you, and the cocoon room you see is their sleeping place. "

"You may meet your own Omega of the same origin in the future. If so, I will congratulate you in advance for finding your own companion. Because you are no longer who you were before. You no longer have names, only numbers. You will Accept all kinds of cruel training, and you will be alone with you in the future." The trainer paused for a few seconds, and finally said, "You are born for war."

Number 17 was among the crowd, clearly feeling his heart pounding.He felt his blood boiling, and felt his brain being slowly activated.An eerie strangeness that goes hand in hand with loneliness and honor.

...

There was a sudden "bang" in his ear, and after No. 17's left ear was scorching hot, the severe pain suddenly spread to his left eye, and his vision suddenly went dark. In a trance, he heard Rhine's breathing, "Your eyes..."

Another bullet hit his right leg, and Number 17 staggered, knowing he couldn't escape.This hateful underground corridor like a mouse hole made him unable to even run in a zigzag.If he couldn't run faster and was blocked by the enemy, then the two of them would be finished.

While thinking about it, an enemy soldier rushed out of the corner on the left front. No. 17 carried Rhine on his back, stepped forward with a roar, and slammed his knees.The enemy soldier was hit in the chest and fell backwards.However, No. 17's right leg couldn't support it either. He staggered and fell to the ground with Rhine at the same time.

"Right...no, get up." Rhine was thrown to the ground, and looked at the young Omega who was close by with a strange posture, the blood-stained face, the tears in the eyes rolled and fell to the ground.

No. 17 struggled to prop up his upper body. His left eye was gone, and now his right eye was covered with blood, and his vision became increasingly blurred.

"I……"

With a "bang", another loud noise exploded in my ears. No. 17 sensed that someone was approaching, and was gritting his teeth to make the final blow, when he heard a familiar voice order: "Turn on the micro-brain!"

number 17:"!!!"

He suddenly turned his head, and sure enough, a person who should never be here was holding a gun in both hands, and shot at the pursuers indifferently.The bullets clattered to the ground, bouncing up and down like cheerful beans.

"Shall we catch up on the past first, soldier?" Linton glanced at him.

Number 17 snapped back to his senses, closed his eyes tremblingly, and opened his micro-brain.A warm current instantly filled his limbs and bones.

"Relax." Linton reminded him.

At the same time, a reminder sound flashed in the micro brain quickly.

"Injury identification - identification completed... Pain transmission completed... Perception transmission completed..."

The exhaustion and pain in the body were swept away in an instant, and No. 17 closed his eyes, and a wider and clearer perspective immediately appeared in front of his eyes—that was what Linton's eyes saw.

His eyes are this eyes...

Number 17 was almost trembling.In the past, Major General Linton would only intervene when they were confused or entangled. For him, this was the first time, and possibly the only time, that he could communicate directly with Major General.

The major general's consciousness was too strong... The pain on his body was gradually controlled by stronger willpower, and then he felt Linton aiming at a grenadier behind the crowd.

In such an underground building, explosions and fires are fatal, so the defenders only dared to shoot.

The grenadier was obviously planning to go to the resource star, and then followed the sergeant to return here.When the bullet hit the grenadier, the enemy on the opposite side thought that Linton missed it. The vests of the grenadiers are bulletproof, and the grenades also have explosion-proof devices. Unless they hit the head with one blow, they will not be afraid.However, in an instant, everyone ignored that the bullet accurately hit the fuze on the grenadier.

With a "boom", flames shot up into the sky, dozens of enemy soldiers were blown up, and heat waves and shrapnel roared and rolled around.

Linton glanced back at Rhine on the ground, and No. 17 immediately stood up and strode forward to lift Rhine up.At the same time, the two of them dodged into the turning on the right front.

There was the sound of a building collapsing behind him.

Rhine lay on No. 17, staring blankly at the young major general who was within reach, unable to make a sound for a long time.

He was shocked that this person would go straight to the tiger's den. One must know that the entire Fourth Base was chasing and killing this sneak attacker. Was Linton too confident or was he really not afraid of death?

However, what shocked him even more was still to come. Since Linton's arrival, No. 17 has been reborn.Even the movement is more than twice as fast as before.Seen from the side, No. 17 seems to have become another Linton, or rather, the shadow of Linton.

The defense forces of the fourth base were as weak as melons in front of these two people.Linton killed and paid all the way, went straight along the passage with No. 17, turned right, and entered the restaurant in the hinterland of the third district.The people working here screamed in fright when the two men broke in suddenly.In the chaos, Linton put down the bomb in his hand, took No. 17 into the back kitchen quickly, and jumped onto the conveyor that transported the ingredients.

The kitchen behind him exploded, and flames shot into the sky.

No. 17 held Rhine tightly, and after a few turns, the eyes of the three of them suddenly brightened—it turned out that at the end of the narrow corridor, there was a deep central square, shaped like the Colosseum on Earth, and they The place I just came out of is just one of the thousands of spits in the square.

Above the square is a light-transmitting dome. I don’t know what it was made of. There are several tunnels on the edge of the dome leading to the ground.

A skimmer below flew directly towards the two of them. No. 17 grabbed Rhine tightly, jumped into the air at the same time as Linton, and then landed on the skimmer.

"We will reach the surface soon. It may be a little uncomfortable." Linton said suddenly.

Rhine was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the words were spoken to himself—for No. 17 and Linton, who were connected by the micro-brain, their consciousnesses were synchronized, and there was no need for communication.

He tried his best to say "hmm" to express his response, and then heard someone shouting: "Second lieutenant!"

The little soldier driving the skimmer frequently turned his head and glanced several times: "Second Lieutenant! Second Lieutenant Rhine!"

"Let's go back and talk." Linton slapped the little soldier on the head, "The engine is full."

"Not enough fuel!"

"Just farted?" Linton glanced behind him, then glanced at Rhine, "Control your breathing and go out right away."

The skimmer shot out into the sky, Rhine held his breath, the strong air pressure almost exploded his lungs.

The little soldier was wearing protective clothing and an oxygen mask, and it was estimated that he could last for a few minutes, but Linton and No. 17 had no protection at all, and their whole bodies were exposed.

But these two people didn't seem to care, and even set up a heavy machine gun each, aiming at the pursuers behind them.

No, Rhine immediately realized that these were not two people, but essentially one person.

Linton exported his consciousness to part of No. 17, replacing the brain of No. 17, and he was manipulating the bodies of the two at the same time.

Two machine guns fired successively, and the chasing boat turned into an exploding fireball, round and red, very beautiful.

Rhine looked at Linton's stern profile again, and then looked into the deep space. The pursuit boats exploded behind them one after another...

It turned out that this was Linton.

He was dazedly admiring the artificial fireworks, and when he passed out, he couldn't help thinking, it's so fucking beautiful.