r18novel Chapter 17: Cipher is Justice
Chapter 17: Cipher is Justice
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
The alarm was not only shrill, but also had a disturbing rhythm.
Andy was standing in the corner of the warehouse, holding a broken primer in his hand, wondering where he could get some slightly purer nitric acid.
However, unexpectedly, the damn alarm interrupted his train of thought.
Immediately afterwards, bursts of gunfire erupted outside.
It was the distinctive crisp sound of the newly produced batch of automatic stamping guns, unrestrained and continuous.
Andy's electronic eye flashed red.
In fact, he was not worried about the safety of the shelter.
He personally reinforced the defensive wall, which used a double-layer steel plate with sandbags sandwiched in between. Even if you bombarded it with a bomb gun, it would take a long time to break through.
He was worried about something else.
in stock.
This density of gunfire means that at least a thousand bullets are being used every minute.
Every gram of propellant in those bullets was painstakingly extracted by Andy from his meager stockpile.
"Damn, these spendthrift brats."
Andy threw away the scrap he was holding and grabbed the big gun leaning against the workbench.
Twin-mounted heavy logging gun.
The gun weighs 85 kilograms, not including the two two-meter-long ammunition feed chains.
In the Imperial Defense Forces' organization, this thing is a platoon-level support weapon, usually mounted on a chimera armored vehicle or a fixed tripod, requiring a three-person team to handle it.
But Andy doesn't need a backup shooter.
His hydraulic joints hummed slightly as he lifted the steel behemoth with one hand, as if it were a chick.
Two bright yellow elastic chains were crossed on his shoulders, making a clattering sound with his steps.
Andy strode toward the defensive wall.
Before I even got up there, I saw Gamma-9 lying behind a sandbag, trembling, holding the automatic rifle in his hand, his one eye closed, frantically pulling the trigger towards the sky.
The guards around him were in a similar situation, each with their heads buried under cover, only raising their guns above their heads to fire blindly.
This shooting method is very popular in the bottom nest and lower nest, and is known as the "faith shooting method".
As long as I fire enough bullets, either the Myriad Machine God or the Emperor will eventually guide one of them to hit the enemy.
What a waste!
"Ceasefire!"
Andy's voice boomed through the speaker.
"Everyone, cease fire!"
But the noise on the battlefield was too loud, and the new recruits, blinded by rage, couldn't hear it at all, or rather, they didn't dare to stop.
Fear caused their finger muscles to stiffen, gripping the trigger tightly until the firing pin made a clicking sound before they stopped to change the magazine.
Andy kicked Gamma-9 in the backside. "Gamma-9, who's the enemy?"
Gamma-9 was startled and almost dropped the gun in his hand.
"Sage... Sage! It's the Skinner's Bloodfang coming for revenge!" Gamma-9 cried out in terror. "There are so many of them! Cars everywhere!"
Andy ignored him and walked straight to the top of the battlements.
It's really lively outside.
Amidst the billowing dust, dozens of heavily modified vehicles were circling the shelter.
Leading the way was a giant truck, which was originally supposed to be some kind of heavy mining dump truck.
Now its front is covered with welded steel spikes, several layers of iron chains hang outside the cab, and several rotting corpses hang on both sides.
A burly man, shirtless and wearing a human skin mask, was standing on the roof of a truck.
He was holding a megaphone in one hand and wielding a power axe in the other, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"I am Bloodfang! Hand over that Tin Man!"
"I'm going to take him apart! I'm going to skin you all and make cushions from your skin!!"
Bloodfang, the leader of the Skinners gang, is a typical underworld warlord.
He thought that hanging several layers of steel bars and chains on the vehicle would stop the bullets, but in reality, it would only produce more ricochets and fragments, instead turning his own men into bloody messes.
Andy rested the heavy logging rifle on the dusty sandbags.
The twin-barreled guns emitted a dark, eerie glow.
This gun fires 12.7mm full-power armor-piercing rounds.
This bullet was not designed to shoot people, but to shoot light armored vehicles or those tough-skinned alien creatures.
When it hits a person, there is no bleeding or injury.
Even the slightest graze will send the entire limb flying.
If you hit the torso, the person will be cut in two on the spot.
This is the absolute justice brought about by caliber.
Without needing a scope, Andy's STC fire control system generates a red crosshair directly on the retina.
The Bloodfang, who was yelling on top of the truck, was right in the center of the crosshair.
Andy's hydraulic arm locked the gun body, forming an absolutely stable rigid connection.
"Shut up, you talk too much nonsense."
Andy said softly.
Then he pulled the heavy double trigger.
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"
It wasn't a crisp, clear clicking sound, but rather a dull, booming roar.
Each shot emitted a burst of orange-red flame from the muzzle, and the immense recoil pushed Andy's body slightly backward, even causing cracks to appear in the concrete slab beneath his feet.
But under the control of those hydraulic iron hands, the muzzle remained perfectly still.
The trajectory was as straight as a laser sword.
far away.
Bloodfang's shouts came to an abrupt halt.
The first bullet shattered his megaphone, along with half of his jaw.
Then came the second and third shots.
The once arrogant figure instantly exploded into a cloud of red blood mist!
The bullets from the heavy logging rifle didn't stop!
They passed through Bloodfang's mangled body and crawled into the cab of the giant truck.
The chains and skulls hanging outside were completely useless as a barrier; instead, they were engulfed by the bullet's immense kinetic energy and turned into deadly shrapnel!
"boom!"
The bulletproof glass in the driver's cab shattered.
The driver inside hadn't even realized how his boss had disappeared before he was beaten to a pulp.
The out-of-control truck swerved sharply to the left and crashed into an armed motorcycle that was charging alongside it.
The mining truck, weighing tens of tons, crushed the motorcycle into a pancake.
The fuel tank exploded, flames shooting into the sky!
But it's not over yet.
Because Andy didn't release the trigger!
He slightly turned the muzzle of his gun, and the flames began to sweep through the convoy of skinners!
For civilian vehicles without armor protection, a 12.7mm bullet is a death sentence.
The bullet pierced the hood, smashed the cylinder block, then pierced the fuel tank, igniting the fuel!
Less than thirty seconds.
The open space in front of the shelter has turned into a burning hell!
The skinners, who had been charging forward frantically, were stunned.
They were used to exchanging fire with automatic guns for half a day without many people dying, and they were used to hand-to-hand combat with chainsaw swords.
They had never seen anything like it before.
Not only were people dead, but the cars and people were completely destroyed!
Anyone who tried to hide behind a car door or tire was shot through along with their cover!
Faced with such overwhelming firepower, bunkers are merely a psychological comfort.
"Run!!"
Someone shouted.
The remaining vehicles began to make frantic U-turns, even at the cost of crashing into their own people, and countless survivors were instantly crushed into mincemeat.
Andy released the trigger.
The gun barrel was already red-hot, emitting wisps of smoke.
Both ammunition belts were empty, and the ground was littered with large brass cartridge cases.
The surroundings were deathly silent.
The Gamma-9 and his escorts, who had been firing wildly just moments before, now stared wide-eyed at Andy, then at the piles of burning scrap metal in the distance.
The automatic rifles in their hands suddenly seemed as ridiculous as toys.
Look, this is divine punishment!
This is the thunder of Om Messiah!!
Andy moved his slightly hot shoulder joints.
He looked at the corpses and remains scattered on the ground, but felt no joy of victory.
On the contrary, he felt a little sorry for the two bullet belts.
These are several hundred full-power rounds; tens of kilograms of copper were used alone.
"No, I have to find a way to make it up to them!"
Andy quickly found a way to make up for it.
STC's scans revealed numerous boxes wrapped in tarpaulins piled on the abandoned skinner trucks.
It looks like homemade explosives that these lunatics used to blow up the door.
Composition analysis revealed ammonium nitrate, fuel oil, and some low-quality nitroglycerin.
Although the purity is very low, the proportions are also dangerous.
However, it contains a large amount of nitro compounds.
Once it's taken back and refined, it becomes a ready-made raw material for smokeless gunpowder, and can even be used as a precursor for the production of strong acids.
Andy's electronic eyes lit up again.
These aren't enemies; they're clearly a large chemical raw material transport team delivering goods right to your door!
"Gamma-9, the battle is over."
Andy pointed to the still-smoking battlefield in the distance.
"Take men and clean up the battlefield immediately."
"Especially those homemade explosives on those vehicles, even a single detonator, carefully pry them off for me."