The Gravity Generator was located at the center of the Forward. Shi Tie Zhu swept through the Forward like a raging gale.
He did not know why he was so certain, but he understood in an instant that everything was the Gravity Generator's fault. It was not that someone had installed a tracking device—the Gravity Generator itself was the guidance system for those shells.
How it was done and what principle it used were things Shi Tie Zhu had no time to consider.
But the Gravity Generator had originated from research into Mars Number Seven Microorganism, and the core materials of every Gravity Generator contained extracts from Number Seven Microorganism. Connecting it with all the information from before, Shi Tie Zhu felt that his deduction was highly reliable.
Whoosh!
Shi Tie Zhu charged into the generator chamber like a phantom. The medical experts were still being tossed about by the bombardment, unable to get up, while the mutated corpses still lay obediently where they had been. When Shi Yulei saw Shi Tie Zhu, she had just wanted to ask what was going on when he ignored everything else and grabbed for the generator's core component.
This component was not large. It looked like a big boiler.
Creak, creak. With freakishly fast hands, Shi Tie Zhu twisted open every lock and pried apart every casing. The innermost protective plate was screwed on, and the screws were of a relatively rare type. Unable to find any tools right away, Shi Tie Zhu simply clenched his fist. Sharp force erupted and gathered over his knuckles, then he drove his fist straight into the protective plate.
Crack!
Amid a crisp snapping sound, the roughly three-millimeter-thick protective plate was punched through. Shi Tie Zhu's thick arm thrust directly inside.
Buzz... The Gravity Generator lost its