Mid-Hive, giant honeycomb residential building.
The hundreds of meters high alloy building is directly inserted into the cold light canopy of Hive City. The densely packed windows of residents are embedded in the wall like honeycomb holes. The dirt road in front of the building is bumpy and bumpy by the passing vehicles. There is a faint smell of unclean exhaust gas and dust floating in the air.
Judging from the appearance, this is Mid-Hive's most common honeycomb residence. Thousands of households are crowded into this steel giant, sharing rationed purified water and recycled air.
A silver-gray DYB pickup truck ran over the dirt road and stopped steadily at the intersection Yuan Sect.
The one-piece stamped cold hard alloy body has sharp edges and corners that can cut the air, and the appearance is a minimalist and violent aesthetic.
Universal weapon racks are welded to both sides of the truck body, and there are still traces of bullet marks and gunpowder burns on the mounts.
The four wide-width run-proof tires provide full grip, and the wheel hubs are tactically reinforced. They are not exaggeratedly large in size, but have a sense of solidity that can roll over ruins and obstacles.
As soon as the car stopped, it caused a sensation.
"What kind of car is that? Why haven't you seen it before?"
"That's right, whose car is owned by someone like Upper Hive?"
"Let's go and have a look."
Adults, children, old people, young people, men and women all came together to watch.
However, the vast majority of people only dared to stand far away and did not dare to get close.
They knew in their hearts that even if they were dismantled and sold, they might not even be able to afford a wheel for this car.
In Hive World, the lives of ordinary people are really worthless.
Hive City Senior technician Vic from the machine repair shop took two steps forward, stared at the engine compartment at the front of the car, and made a tut-tsk sound.
He has been repairing Hive City's broken vehicles for twenty years, and has never seen such a sophisticated power structure. The explosion-proof ceramic alloy lining of the body alone is enough for him to buy a three-bedroom apartment in Mid-Hive.
The movement downstairs quickly attracted more people.
People in the building also poked their heads out, including clerks from the Water Purification Guild, technicians from the Air Filtration Guild, clerks from the Industrial Guild... everyone's eyes were glued to the pickup truck, with envy, calculation, and most of all, the ultimate yearning for the Planetary Defense Force uniform.
Someone has already recognized it. The emblem on the pickup truck is Planetary Defense Force. It is self-evident who the owner is.
In Hive City, where supplies are scarce and technology is stagnant, this pickup truck from the world of "Garden of Nurgle" is a rarity that ordinary people will never be able to touch.
At the entrance of Shan Yuan Sect, several young people squatted on the steps, staring at the pickup truck.
"I want to join the army after graduation." One of the tall, thin men said with his fists clenched, "I heard that if you join the army now, one month's basic salary is equivalent to my father working in a metallurgical factory for half a year."
"Come on, you failed the cultural test, so the army wants you?" Someone next to him sneered.
The tall and thin man stood up and said, "I just didn't perform well. Don't worry, I will definitely pass the next exam."
Several other companions ignored it, and someone said, "Haven't you heard? The group of people who went to Garden World last month received five Throne Coin in bonus alone! Enough to buy half a house in Mid-Hive!"
Several people exchanged glances, their eyes filled with uncontrollable light.
The car door opens.
Ronan, wearing the uniform of Major Planetary Defense Force, stepped out of the car, with the standard Bolt Pistol hanging around his waist. His high-top military boots stepped on the ground, kicking up a burst of dust.
Behind him were two armed soldiers and his adjutant.
Ronan The moment he got off the car, the skin on his wrist turned slightly blue and the veins jumped a few times.
He clenched his fists calmly to suppress the restlessness coming from his bones.
After the two soldiers got out of the car, they opened the rear bucket and trunk and began to move things down.
First, there are two half-person-high sealed freezers, a fully automatic front-loading washing machine, a dryer, an industrial-grade floor fan... all major appliances purchased by 2K World for zero yuan.
These things are common civilian goods in 2K World, but in Si-Sai IV Planet and Alpha Hive City, they are all rare things that even money can't buy.
Floor manager Gray ran over, panting heavily, with a smile on his face, "Major Ronan, you have achieved military merit again? It's really amazing."
Gray There was both flattery and envy in his tone, but there was no jealousy.
He knew that Ronan was able to obtain these things because he sacrificed his life in a hail of bullets in exchange for military merit.
As long as you are willing to join the army and work hard, everyone has this opportunity.
What's more, these large appliances cannot fit into a small 69-square-meter living room. They will end up being placed in the public space on the floor. In the end, he, the floor manager, and all the residents on the floor will benefit from it.
As he spoke, he quickly called on several young and strong residents to help carry the freezer and washing machine into the common activity room on the floor.
Although there are dozens of families living on one floor, the area of each family is not large.
The common activity room is a place to make space for everyone. It has a kitchen, dining room, mini supermarket, laundry room and entertainment room.
Two brand new freezers and a washing machine were placed in the corner, and the originally ordinary activity room instantly became a bit taller.
At least this is how it feels to this group of ordinary people who came from Lower Hive.
Ronan nodded to Gray and asked the adjutant to move the remaining small appliances upstairs.
There were so many things that many residents volunteered to help, while more parents grabbed their children's ears and walked home, cursing:
"Have fun, just know how to play! If you don't study hard to pass the military academy and train hard to join the army, when will you be able to stand out like Major Luo?!"
Similar scenes were staged one after another in every corner of the corridor.
Now, Ronan's home has moved to a 69-square-meter three-bedroom apartment on the 99th floor.
For a family of six, this place still seems crowded, but for a person who was a "Lower Hive guy" a year ago, this place is already a real mansion, and it is a life that people can't even imagine.
As soon as the door opened, the two children rushed over.
"Dad!"
The eldest son, Carl, is 12 years old. He is very tall and has a muscular body. His eyes are fixed on the rank of major on Ronan's shoulders, and his eyes are full of longing that cannot be hidden.
The youngest son Ryan is 8 years old. He is holding Ronan's arm, staring at the candy box in his hand, and smiling with two little tiger teeth.
His wife Ella took the military cap from his hand, her fingertips touched the bullet marks on his arm that had not disappeared, her eyes were red, and she didn't ask much, just whispered, "It's good to be back, the food is warm."
The parents were sitting on the sofa, looking at their son who was wearing a straight military uniform, with his back straight.
At the dinner table, Ronan watched the two children devouring canned beef. He picked up a spoon and added some meat to them, and asked, "Carl, how was the physical fitness test?"
"Number one in the whole grade!" Carl said with his mouth full, raising his head and chest, "Dad, after I graduate, I will enter the Planetary Defense Force Military Academy! I want to be an armored soldier!"
"Okay." Ronan nodded and looked at his younger son, "Ryan, where are your cultural classes?"
"I got into the top ten of Hive City this time!" Ryan raised his little hand with bright eyes, "Dad, I want to take the entrance examination of the Mechanical College! I want to learn to build tanks and battleships from Kallen Tech-Priest!"
Ronan smiled, did not refute, and warned, "But don't just focus on the armored force and mechanical academy. The governor's new warship is already laying the keel. In the future, the air force and navy will expand on a large scale, and what they lack is talent."
"If either of you can get into the flight academy or the naval academy, you will really stand out."
Carl and Ryan looked at each other, nodded vigorously, and the light in their eyes became brighter.
Ronan knows very well that the ambition of his governor will never be the current one-third of an acre.
In another "Garden World", the prototype of a new battleship has been laid, and the ships built in the future will become larger and larger.
The military is also constantly expanding, and the opportunities this represents needless to say.
Ronan knows in his heart that these words are not only meant for his children, but also for himself.
After dinner, when his wife Ella was clearing away the tableware, she couldn't help but pull his arm and asked in a low voice, "What's going on with the two soldiers standing guard at the door?"
She had already discovered that there were two soldiers with loaded ammunition standing at the door of her house. They didn't look like protection, but more like surveillance.
"Don't think too much." Ronan patted her hand.
Ella noticed that her husband's pupils shrank significantly, like the vertical pupils of a wild animal when hunting.
But it was only for a moment, so that she thought she had been dazzled.
"I took on a secret mission, and they are here to protect my safety."
Ronan didn't dare to tell the truth.
This time when he went to "Garden World", he was bitten by a cursed werewolf.
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Despite Priest Kallen's best efforts, the mutation caused by the curse was still irreversible, and he eventually turned into a werewolf.
Although he received systematic training in "Garden World", Ronan is still worried that one day the werewolf gene in his body will be out of control and do something outrageous.
Even though Priest Kallen believed that the probability of losing control was extremely low, Ronan still didn't dare to gamble or put his family in danger.
The soldiers on guard were here to keep an eye on him, and also to control the situation as soon as possible so as not to hurt his family if things got out of hand.
In order to appease his wife, Ronan took out his salary card.
Like all wives, Ella is very concerned about her husband's income.
Looking at the numbers on the card, Ella's eyes opened wider and wider, and his voice trembled. "You have been promoted to major now, and your monthly basic salary is 1200 Universal Points? Vic next door has worked as a senior technician for 20 years and only earns 350 points a month!"
"Yeah." Ronan nodded, "There are also frontline allowances and military merit bonuses. This time I go to Garden World, and the bonus for first-class merit alone is 5,000 points."
"Then... what if you are promoted to lieutenant colonel in the future?"
"The starting point for a lieutenant colonel is 3,000 points per month, and for a colonel it can be up to 5,000 points. Not to mention a general." Ronan smiled, "Live your life well, and it will only get better and better in the future."
Ella looked at him with red eyes.
About a year ago, her family was still fighting for a bite of food in Lower Hive. Now, she no longer has to worry about her children starving to death, Lower Hive gangs robbing things, and she no longer has to worry about getting a sip of clean water.
All of this was paid for by her man's life, and was given to him by Governor Fu who had climbed up from Lower Hive.
When it got dark, Ronan stood up, picked up his military cap and put it on his head.
"You want to leave?" Ella stood up quickly, "Aren't you going to stay the night?"
"No." Ronan shook his head, swallowed his words again, and only said, "Tonight is a full moon... I mean, the mission is about to start tonight, and I can't stay."
Yes, he can't stay.
The werewolf gene in his body had begun to stir in his blood. He did not dare to gamble or put his family in danger.
"Take care of your parents and children." Ronan took one last look at home, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
The pickup truck started and drove away from the Beehive residential building.
The adjutant was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at Ronan's tense profile, and asked in a low voice, "Boss, do you really not want to stay for one night? You can barely control the transformation."
Ronan didn't say anything, but looked at the Hive City lights reversing rapidly outside the car window, his fingertips trembling slightly.
This time when he came back from 2K World, the governor personally gave him an order. He was the first to conduct experiments on Space Marine's modified living body.
The governor made it very clear to him.
It's done, he is Hive City, the first Space Marine, with a bright future.
If he loses, his family will receive a pension of 10,000 Throne Coin, and the house will be directly owned by him, which is enough to raise his two children to be successful, and enough for him to have no worries.
But he was still afraid.
Although Ms. Lucifer has conducted thousands of experiments on orangutans, the success rate of the operation is very high, but he is the first to conduct experiments on living humans.
But on the other hand, this means that there is no precedent or reference before.
The adjutant opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing. He only added in a low voice, "Master Lucifer said that your genetic match is the highest and the success rate is very high."
Ronan still didn't speak, just tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
At the same time, War Smithy's operating room.
The red light was blindingly bright, and the air was filled with disinfectant water, coolant and the faint smell of blood.
Lucifer turned around from the operating table. There was no trace of fatigue in his emerald eyes, only the indifference after the operation was completed.
The nanomachines at the fingertips flashed away, completely erasing the remaining blood stains on the skin.
Dantioch stood at the door of the operating room, and the voice under the steel mask was filled with rare admiration. "Not even Machine Cult's Archmagos can master genetic surgery to this extent in such a short period of time."
After a pause, he added, with a hint of real regret in his tone. "It's a pity that she is a woman. Space Marine does not accept women, otherwise she would definitely be the chief of Apothecary."
But Fu Haoran doesn't think so.
What is a genius? It's not like he caught a lot of live monkeys and orangutans from 2K and trained them one by one!
There were not even a thousand but eight hundred monkeys who died on the operating table. The operating table was stained black with countless blood. There were dozens of pairs of blood-stained gloves piled in the waste barrel next to it, as well as several discarded petri dishes. The remaining tissues exuded the pungent smell of formalin.
After practicing so many surgeries, even a pig will become perfect with practice.
But for the Space Marine reconstruction surgery, which has an alarmingly high mortality rate, this level of practice is still far from enough.
Therefore, Fu Haoran chose Ronan to be the first surgical patient.
"Having the werewolf Ronan is a blessing in disguise."
"Werewolves have strong self-healing abilities and strong vitality. Even if there is a mistake during the operation, they can most likely be saved."
Because of this, Fu Haoran did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to exchange Space Wolves for Gene-seed from Ronan from the system mall.
As for Tychus, he prepared Gene-seed from Thousand Sons, which matches Tychus's psychic affinity physique by more than 90%, which can stimulate his psychic talent to the greatest extent.
Next to Tychus, looking at Thousand Sons Gene-seed glowing red in the culture cabin, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he couldn't help but cursed, "Say, Governor, do you really want to use me as a test subject? Ronan, that kid will be the first one, and I will be the second one? We are here to protect you, right?"
"Otherwise?" Fu Haoran glanced at him and said calmly, "What I'm giving you is Thousand Sons's Gene-seed. It's the only one in the galaxy. It can maximize your psychic talent. No matter how many people fight for it, they don't have this chance."
"Thank you!" Tychus rolled his eyes, "Why don't you say you failed? I will be separated from you."
Fu Haoran did not answer his words and turned to look at Lucifer: "How are you preparing for Ronan's surgery?"
"You can start at any time." Lucifer said indifferently, and his emerald eyes swept over him, "What about you? When do you plan to do it?"
Fu Haoran coughed dryly, his face not red, his heart not beating. "Don't worry, wait until they both succeed."
Lucifer sneered, "To put it bluntly, I just don't dare."
"This is called caution!" Fu Haoran immediately retorted, "If something happens to me, Hive City who will take care of it? You?"
While Fu Haoran stated his position righteously, he quietly took two steps towards the door, and then took advantage of the gap when Lucifer turned around to sneak out.
Returning to the long-lost governor's office, just as Fu Haoran was about to sit down, Yuri rushed in like a burning person.
"It's over! It's over! Something big has happened!"
Fu Haoran's heart skipped a beat, he grabbed the information and quickly read it.
The more he looked, the darker the expression on his face became.
Every word in the information was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.
The old aristocrats of Sijiaer Hive City, combined with the seven Hive City families of Mutual Defense Pact, completed the final assembly.
Three imperial heavy cruisers and twelve frigates have blocked the low-Earth orbit of the Si-Sai IV galaxy, and their guns are all aimed at Alpha Hive City.
On the ground, 300 Leman Russ Tanks, 200 Chimera Armored Transports, and a total of 120,000 formally trained soldiers have completed their assembly at the Sigar main Starport. The leading troops have already entered the border canyon between the two Hive Citys and are ready to launch a general attack at any time.
On the other hand, how many does he have in his hand?
After all calculations, there were less than forty Leman Russs, most of which were junk seized from the old nobles, and the chassis was almost falling apart.
There are even fewer Chimera Armored Transports, more than twenty vehicles, which are not even enough to form a full mechanized battalion.
Venomblade Tank is quite capable of fighting, but with only one, there is no way to turn the situation around.
On one side is the torrent of regular steel put together by seven Hive Citys, and on the other side is the Hive City that he just built a year ago.
The air in the office seemed to have frozen, and it was deathly silent.
Yuri stood there, not daring to breathe. Looking at Fu Haoran's ugly face, he asked bravely, "You kid, please say something... What should we do now?"
Fu Haoran is definitely lying when he says he doesn't have headaches.
He was sure that the old nobles would jump over the wall, but he didn't expect that they could persuade the seven Hive City families of Mutual Defense Pact to put together such a fleet and armored cluster that could crush the entire galaxy.
Fu Haoran It is very clear that this time, he is in big trouble.