Chapter 138: Chapter 122: Escape l
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Martha Owen replied, “Wait, let me think.”
Harrison Clark grew anxious, “I can’t wait any longer. I’m going out to get the equipment now.”
“Forget about it. When your sister Nora lost her job, everyone at the Black Bear Training Base was temporarily denied their equipment privileges. If you go to put on the Summit armor now, you’d only be shackling yourself and walking into a trap. The psychological tests being conducted at your base right now are to find out whether she still has any supporters.”
Upon hearing this, Harrison came to a sudden realization, “So that’s it.”
He seemed a bit helpless now.
“I have a solution!” Martha Owen suddenly exclaimed.
“Quickly, tell me!”
‘Tve been in charge of improving the design of the Summit armor, and I can breach its defense system. You’ll head straight to the warehouse, and I’ll first break the electronic lock of the warehouse door, then unlock a set of Summit armor for you to put on. Then, you’ll go to the hangar at the back of the Black Bear Training Base, where the Hornet Battle Cruiser’s control system, which I also designed, is on standby. I’ve considered extreme situations, so there’s an offline mode. First, you’ll connect the Summit armor’s data cable to the Hornet Battle Cruiser, then enter this series of codes to activate the offline mode. Then, you can leave the Black Bear Training Base.”
Martha Owen quickly recited a long sequence of codes, and luckily Harrison Clark’s memory was strong enough to remember them all at once.
“Alright, I’m leaving now!”
“No problem, I’ll meet you at the Global Capital.”
“Huh?”
“What are you waiting for? Hurry!”
After the conversation, Harrison logged out of the Holographic Simulation System.
He didn’t dare to take the flat-panel loader, instead, he quietly sneaked toward the fire escape to take the stairs down.
As he went downstairs, he formulated a battle plan in his mind.
Nowadays, Harrison was no longer a low-ranking officer.
At least in the middle-upper hierarchy of the military pyramid, Harrison held considerable power as a colonel.
He knew a lot of basic information.
The Global Capital, located in America, was not heavily fortified.
There was one main ship hovering above it.
In the base, there were five large cruisers, fifty protective warships, and a thousand battlecruisers, along with over 10,000 micro-warships represented by the Hornet Battle Cruiser.
In addition, there were 30,000 regular troops stationed, including 3,000 Summit-armored soldiers, several hundred ground turrets, and 10,000 Al combat robots.
Times had changed, and with global unity under the World Government’s banner and the threat of external enemies, most of humanity’s military strength was distributed throughout the Solar System, especially near Earth’s orbit.
As the core base on Earth, the Global Capital’s relative military strength was small because there wasn’t much to defend against.
The only uncontrolled forces were the renegades.
However, the renegades themselves did not advocate rebellion; they only wanted to rush out of the Solar System.
The World Government didn’t suppress the renegades, nor did they believe they would foolishly engage in internal conflicts and waste valuable human resources.
Of course, no matter how weak the military strength of the Global Capital, Harrison’s chances of success were slim with just himself, one suit of armor, and one ship.
Harrison was well aware of the most likely outcome he faced.
That would be defeat.
But what did it matter? He had nothing to lose but his life.
Once dead, he could wake up again as if nothing happened, having only wasted one opportunity to make a difference.
This price was something he could bear.
What he couldn’t bear was to do nothing and watch Nora Camp die with full knowledge of her impending execution.
If he did that, he would be consumed by regret and fury, and he would become disillusioned with the human race.
He knew he was the only hope.
So, the opinions of others didn’t matter, nor did it matter where he would die.
I know you’re being controlled, and I want to save you too.
But before that, it doesn’t matter whether I kill you or not, because it won’t affect the big picture.
Because the only thing important is my feelings and the determination to do something for humanity, which must not be shaken!
On his way down the stairs, Harrison received a warning from the military.
They had noticed his unusual actions.
Harrison tore off the wearable terminal on his arm and crushed it underfoot.
Then he dashed down the stairs, passing through the dormitory’s 39 floors in no time, and quickly reached the ground floor.
As the head of security, he had complete knowledge of all the surveillance and self-defense mechanisms within the Black Bear Training Base.
He knew the locations of every surveillance camera, as well as the hidden automatic particle guns embedded in the walls.
He transformed into an angry, raging gale, sweeping through the dark corners of the base, heading straight for the warehouse.
His blood began to boil.
Harrison imagined, again and again, the scene of Nora Camp’s arrest: full of trust and expectations of persuading everyone, completely defenseless against the military, and her possible emotions of grief and indignation.
His heartbeat sped up, and his adrenaline production doubled.
He went on to imagine the scene where Nora would be publicly executed if he couldn’t get there by tomorrow morning.
His self-suggestion worked quite well.
Too well, in fact.
He succeeded in further fueling his raging emotions, causing his adrenaline to explode and his heart to pound like an emperor engine.
He decided not to hold back anymore.
After all, the outcome couldn’t get any worse.
Everything would restart anyway.
Some people couldn’t be saved, while others still could be saved by him.
Yes, he wanted to save them.
But before saving them, he had to make a bloody path.
He had already solved half of the problem by drawing this conclusion.
The other half of the problem was finding a way to resist that kind of infiltration.
So far, only Nora Camp had succeeded. So, even if the top military officials rejected her proposal, as long as he could save her, they could use scientific methods to analyze the details of her escape, and study her psychological and physiological changes comprehensively. Then they might be able to find a solution to the problem.Only by finding this method to counteract the mental suggestion and break free from this incurable slow-acting poison can everything get back on track, and completely destroy the current situation, where everyone is oblivious to being tied to a stake, slowly inching towards destruction.
Since it has come to this, let me be the villain, and become the greatest traitor of humanity since Sergey, and the last one as well.
Harrison Clark reached the warehouse.
Two guards stood by the entrance to the warehouse.
These two were unfamiliar faces. They must have come from the cruiser above Black Bear Training Base.
But they were not wearing Summit armor, so they were probably just ordinary soldiers.
The moment they saw Harrison Clark, they raised their guns to aim at him.
Harrison started sprinting, throwing two fruit knives he brought with him from both hands at the same time.
With two muffled sounds, the guards fell to the ground.
At the same time, the metal door of the warehouse opened with a click, it was Martha Owen who had a hand in it.
Harrison stepped forward, picking up two handheld particle guns from the ground, and with one in each hand, he stormed into the warehouse.
The alarm suddenly sounded, and ten round holes suddenly appeared in the walls on both sides of the warehouse, and the automatic particle guns quickly poked their heads out from the holes.
Simultaneously in the depths of the warehouse, a Summit armor loaded box flashed briefly, Martha Owen’s remote hack was successful.
Harrison’s pace did not falter.
He held a gun in each hand, tucked them under his arm, and poured out firepower while running.
The automatic particle guns, which were yet to extend fully, were successively destroyed by Harrison, who was the security director in charge of the theft.
Finally arriving at the side of the warehouse, Harrison put his hand on the gene scan lock on the load-bearing box.
Initially, it showed an error and denied access, but after a brief flicker, the error message disappeared, and the box opened automatically, revealing a black square and a metal belt buckle.
Harrison first fastened the belt buckle around his waist, then shouted, “Armor up!”
The black square automatically ejected and turned into a liquid state composed of countless filaments in mid-air, rapidly covering his entire body like swamp mud.
“Welcome, Colonel Harrison Clark, your equipment is in its best condition.”
The familiar feeling of control returned, Harrison clenched his fist.
Excellent, better than ever before!
He lowered his body slightly and sprinted forward for a few steps before taking off slightly.
He instantly pushed the acceleration to its maximum, reaching a G-force of 75G in an instant!
In fact, he wanted to go even higher, as his body could easily handle it, but the standard-issue Summit armor couldn’t.
The moment he rushed out of the warehouse, dozens of lights were approaching rapidly from the low altitude in the distance.
Under the night sky, these dozens of lights seemed like owls in the dark, the armor soldiers sent by the military higher-ups to control the situation!
At the same time, a cold voice shouted through Harrison’s communicator. “Harrison Clark, do you know what you’re doing? Do you want to be punished by military law?”
The voice belonged to the military officer who had led the psychological evaluation.
Harrison grinned, “I know better than any of you!”
Ants in summer cannot communicate with ice.
He cut off the communication and faced the incoming opponents head-on.
In an instant, he formulated a complete battle strategy.
The cruiser level sent this time seemed to be lower than The Giant Wave, and their preparations were rushed.
There were a total of sixty armor soldiers.
Under normal circumstances, this would be more than enough to handle the situation.
The hangar with the standby battlecruisers was about five kilometers from the base’s main camp.
This meant that as long as Harrison knocked out all sixty fighting armor soldiers here and then quickly moved to the tarmac, the military would have no stronger force to reach the tarmac within a minute.
He would be able to switch the Hornet Battle Cruiser to offline mode in time and seize control of it.
So, not a single armor soldier could be left!
Sorry!
His figure changed continuously in the night sky.
In less than a second, he switched between the sniper mode and high-speed mobility mode three times!
He raised the intensity of the battle instantly.
The opposing armor soldiers couldn’t lock onto him while they were already being hit one after another!
Harrison reopened his communication system, and his roar echoed through the internal communication of the Summit armor to everyone’s ears.
“Come on! Show me the true strength of humanity, preparing for a war against the invaders. How much ability have we accumulated!”
Boom!
His black flash suddenly shot into the fray.
Close range battle between the two sides began.
If kept at a distance, even his extraordinary dodging abilities would easily be overwhelmed by the crossfire.
Everyone gathered together, the chaotic battle turned into a free for all, only then could he take on many opponents singlehandedly.
Everything was within his tactical planning.
Harrison would, in this unprecedented one versus sixty battle, with an unbelievably imbalanced level of strength, show everyone just how powerful an armor soldier evaluated with a comprehensive strength of one million is.
You must know that besides him, the military’s second-ranked Needham Brown had just broken through 200,000 in terms of combat power.
Armor soldiers with combat power above 100,000 are no more than a hundred in the entire military.
Most ordinary armor soldiers have a comprehensive evaluation between 100,000 and 50,000.
And he, Harrison Clark, his one million wasn’t his limit, his limit was the Summit armor!
Of course, he didn’t have absolute confidence that he could win.
He was just fooling himself.
He had to go all out.
After all, everyone has to die someday.
It doesn’t matter!