RNP Chapter 74 Code Name: Gray Rat
Chapter 74 Code Name: Gray Rat
Chapter 74 Code Name: Gray Rat
Father Alpha's six mechanical prosthetics, like precision instruments on an operating table, hovered above the front of the "Chimera No. 1".
A thin data probe is being carefully connected to the vehicle's exposed machine interface.
As the data stream was imported, the priest's modified vocal unit emitted a low hum.
"The readings are climbing, advisor."
The priest did not turn around; his electronic prosthetic eye remained fixed on the red curve flickering on the holographic screen, his tone both serious and anxious.
"The internal core temperature has exceeded the warning level, like a high fever. The putrid power of the plague has been suppressed, but the genetic fragments originating from Tyrannosaurus are too active and are trying to break down the originally stable metal structure."
Upon hearing this, Luo Wei walked to the front of the car.
He stopped outside the safety line, not getting too close.
Even from several meters away, he could feel the tightly closed compound eyes of the car's front end staring at him through the gaps, conveying a pure sense of hunger.
"As expected."
Lowe told Father Alpha.
"We fed it far too much plague biomass at the Ninth Grain Depot. Even after we returned, we tried to neutralize it with premium fertilizer mixed with gene-stealer corpse powder," but it was still ultimately processed food that had been fermented and diluted.
Loewe provided the diagnosis.
"It craves more direct intake; it needs further ecological balance."
"Ecological balance?" The priest's data panel flickered, and the core logic paused for a second.
"Just like a person's diet." Luo Wei used the most common sense to explain the most blasphemous phenomenon.
"After eating too much greasy, rotten meat, you need to eat some high-fiber vegetables to cleanse your system."
"Its internal environment is now out of balance. The plague has given it unlimited regenerative power, but it has also made its reactions bloated and sluggish."
"It requires unprocessed, living Teren genes to stimulate the armor and complete the next stage of hardening."
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"This falls into the category of heretical technology."
The priest subconsciously raised the mechanical arm, drew a gear gesture on his chest, and whispered a binary prayer to soothe the machine's soul.
However, while he uttered blasphemous words, his other mechanical hand was quite honest.
He quickly built a model on the data board and began to deduce the feasibility of the "live intake" plan that Loewy had mentioned.
Looking at the motorist who was caught in a logical contradiction, Luo Wei understood.
Father Alpha is increasingly resembling a schizophrenic.
On the one hand, the underlying logic code implanted in Martian orthodox education is constantly screaming to "eliminate heresy".
This vehicle, a fusion of warp magic and alien genes, was enough to send him to the stake.
On the other hand, as a believer who sees machines as life itself, he could not resist the miracle before him.
This vehicle evolved in perilous circumstances, finding a dynamic balance for survival in the blind spots of logic.
This held a fatal attraction for him.
More importantly, Father Alpha possesses an almost obsessive "guardian" instinct.
As long as this blasphemous machine can transport the Empire's troops.
As long as it can protect the granary from being breached.
As long as it can ensure that Abundance II pays its tithe on time —
The priest's core logic automatically generates an exemption algorithm called "For the Emperor".
He was terrified of his own downfall.
They are also obsessed with this technological breakthrough that dances on the edge of destruction.
"It's an anomaly in itself, Alpha, and so are we."
Lowe patted the priest on the shoulder, interrupting his prayer.
"We're not discussing dogma now, but asset preservation. What we should be concerned with is how to prevent this watchdog from going berserk and killing its master, or from overeating itself."
Then, Luo Wei took a drawing out of his pocket.
Security structure diagram of the administration building.
He pointed to a blind spot on the blueprints and said in a deep voice, "Reset the 'Case' server and give it control of all the thermal imaging and vibration sensors in the building."
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"What do you want to do?"
"fishing."
Lo Wei's eyes turned cold.
"Captain Lilith said I survived three assassination attempts. This means the assassin lurking in the shadows has been observing me, looking for my weakness. Since he's looking for a weakness, I'll give him one."
"I want to turn this place into a mousetrap. And this car is the cat that's responsible for eating the mice."
Luo Wei's lips curled into a slight smile. "It's hungry. And the assassins of the Star Child Cult possess the purest Tyrannical blood. For it, that's the best probiotic."
It's 2 a.m.
The Seventh Agricultural War Zone, Eastern Granary Underground Area B-3.
The air circulation system at the abandoned transfer station has completely stopped working.
Only the emergency ventilation fan spins tirelessly, emitting a monotonous rubbing sound.
Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared silently, hanging upside down from the crisscrossing pipes on the ceiling.
His breathing rate was deliberately reduced to once per minute, and his heartbeat was as slow as if he were hibernating.
He was wearing dirty gray overalls and carrying a heavy pipe repair bag on his back, looking like an ordinary night shift maintenance worker.
However, maintenance workers don't have eyes like that.
Behind the heavy goggles, his pupils appeared pinpoint contractions, and the whites of his eyes shone with a cloudy, pale purple hue, capturing every faint ray of light in the darkness.
This person's code name is "Grey Rat".
A sharp knife in the "Star Child Mutual Aid Association" peripheral cleanup team.
His instructions were concise and clear:
A modified magnetic meltdown bomb was attached to a blind spot on the chassis of the target vehicle.
The specific target is the Chimera troop carrier No. 1.
We don't need a violent explosion that could overturn the entire vehicle; that would be too noisy.
All it takes is to melt through the engine cover in a specific direction or burn out the drive shaft to create the appearance of a mechanical failure caused by years of neglect.
that's enough.
According to the exact schedule leaked from inside sources, the cautious supervisor, Rowe Dane, will be taking this car out for an inspection at 6:00 AM tomorrow.
At that time, this mortal supervisor will be reduced to an unrecognizable charred corpse inside the closed carriage, along with the leaking high-energy fuel.
Because of the previous failures of several assassins, Gray Rat was very cautious.
He glided slowly along the pipe, avoiding all the visible sentries and surveillance cameras.
This assassination mission doesn't seem difficult.
That Luo Wei was ruthless, but he was just a mortal after all, and lacked the imagination for this kind of three-dimensional infiltration.
In the shadows below, Chimera troop carrier No. 1 lay silently.
It looks like it's in a bad state.
The once sturdy armor plates now appear sickly gray and rotten.
Some parts were twisted and deformed like melted wax, radiating an unsettling heat.
"Just as the intelligence indicated, this vehicle is poorly maintained and its mechanical soul is on the verge of collapse."
The gray mouse made its judgment in its mind, a look of disdain on its lips.
He released the tiny barbs attached to his palm and landed lightly in the blind spot behind the vehicle.
It landed silently, without even raising a dust cloud.
He took out a molten metal bomb from his repair kit and set the time-delay fuse.
Everything is going smooth.
Everything went too smoothly.
The gray mouse reached out, ready to attach the magnetic bomb to the chimera's exhaust grille.
However, the moment his fingers touched the vehicle's armor, he felt a strange sensation.
It is not cold metal.
Instead, it was warm skin with a faint pulsation.
As a top assassin of the Genestealers cult, Gray Rat's keen intuition instantly drove him to flee.
He wanted to pull his hand away, to back away, to scream.
But everything is too late.
The Chimera tank No. 1, which was originally stationary, came to life the moment it came into contact with the biomass.
The seemingly flimsy armor plate at the rear of the vehicle suddenly liquefied, instantly enveloping the gray rat's arm and spreading towards its shoulder.
The gray rat tried to pull out the dagger with its other hand.
But the car's reaction speed defies the laws of physics.
The compound eyes on the front of the car, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and a dark blue light illuminated the gray rat's terrified and contorted face.
Immediately afterwards, several barbed metal tentacles popped out from both sides of the vehicle, precisely piercing the gray rat's limb joints and throat.
Then, the sound of bones cracking rang out.
And the gurgling sound of some kind of viscous liquid being sucked up.
The molten metal bomb fell to the ground, rolled twice, but did not explode.
The No. 1 Chimera troop carrier roared to life.
It's a low, pleasurable growl after eating.
More than ten meters away.
Behind the bulletproof glass of the control room.
Lowe watched all of this with a blank expression.
Father Alpha, standing beside him, did not show any surprise, because this was not the first time Rowe had gone fishing.
He simply operated the data panel rapidly, recording the series of wildly fluctuating data.
"Data confirms, consultant. As you predicted, the conversion rate of gene stealers ingesting the organisms in vivo is far higher than the previous fertilizer neutralization."
"The decaying power within the Wall of Gluttony has been perfectly neutralized by the Tyren genes, achieving a new dynamic balance."
The original sub-healthy, feverish state has disappeared, and the armor is undergoing a second hardening process, increasing its strength by 3.
2%.
Luo Wei nodded, but did not show much joy.
He lowered his head and neatly wrote a line in his notebook:
[Asset Maintenance Record: Area B-3]
[Maintenance Target: Chimera #1 (Codename: Gluttony Wall)]
[Maintenance Consumables: One Intruder (Gene Stealer Hybrid/High Protein)]
[Maintenance Result: The machine's condition has stabilized, and its defense level has been increased.]
[Note: The bait has been used up; no additional cleanup fee is required.]
Closing his notebook, Rowe turned and walked out, instructing, "Retrieve that molten metal bomb from the ground; it's our spoils. Also, have Old John wash the floor. Tell him to mop it three times; I don't want the smell of blood still here tomorrow morning."
"Yes, sir."
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