Chapter 1 A Word

Faced with the blatant and unreasonable provocation from the rude Major Leclaire, a surge of anger welled up within Fang Senyan. However, he wasn't one to wear his emotions on his sleeve. He merely narrowed his eyes and gave a sardonic smile.

"I'm sorry, Major, but I don't believe you've issued the correct instructions."

The muscles in Major Leclaire's face twitched, as if he were sneering. He roared,

"Idiot! Who knows if you've hidden contraband in your stomach and rectum? Anything from that damned, ugly, polluted, filthy Earth of yours could carry deadly pathogens and cause a rampant disease in this great city. They'd thrive in your body!"

Fang Senyan sighed. He realized that there was no point in being polite to this fanatical, ranting man. So, he coldly retorted with a single word:

"Get lost!"

Perhaps that was what Major Leclaire wanted. With a backhand, he drew an electric whip from behind his "spacesuit" that crackled with a terrifying sound. The whip was at least the size of a bowl, and it even trailed long arcs of electricity in the air as he lashed it down towards Fang Senyan's head.

Seeing this, Fang Senyan immediately overturned his conventional understanding of the "spacesuit."

He already knew how fragile the bodies of future humans were. However, compared to Major Leclaire's speed, his agility was at least 40 points or higher, an estimated ten times that of a normal human, no less than a Contractor!

Clearly, that "spacesuit" might very well be a piece of future combat exoskeleton armor.

At the same time, the two military policemen also wearing "micro combat exoskeletons" stepped forward, reaching for Fang Senyan's left and right hands! Their coordination with Major Leclaire was seamless, indicating this wasn't the first time they'd done this. Although their expressions were indifferent, their eyes revealed an indescribable sadistic pleasure.

The military policemen’s intention was obviously to immobilize Fang Senyan, preventing him from dodging, so he would take the full force of the electric whip! Fang Senyan simply allowed them to grab his arms, then suddenly smirked, gripping back, twisting, and dragging! Simultaneously, the Nightmare Imprint on his chest, shaped like a fist, shone brightly.

The faces of the two military policemen wearing micro combat exoskeletons immediately changed, because they found that they could not resist that immense power. They staggered forward! The consequence was that these two fellows selflessly stood in front of Fang Senyan...and used their bodies as shields to endure Major Leclaire's fierce strike of the electric whip!

With a loud "crack," the electric whip struck the bodies of the two military policemen, sending sparks flying five or six meters. The two military policemen convulsed, foaming at the mouth, and shivering uncontrollably on the ground.

The armor on their bodies crackled and popped constantly, and several places caught fire, emitting thick black smoke, clearly nearing the edge of being scrapped.

Major Leclaire accidentally injured two military policemen with his whip and immediately froze subconsciously. It should be known that this kind of combat exoskeleton that amplified physical abilities by tenfold was quite expensive and still a prototype. For example, insulation was not considered at all, and its high energy consumption meant it had to be recharged every three hours. Therefore, it had not yet been fully equipped in the army. It was still just a prototype.

Destroying two new combat exoskeletons at once...this immediately made Major Leclaire think of many ominous things, such as the confinement, inspections, inquiries, and even demotion that would follow. So, his stagnation was understandable.

Fang Senyan took advantage of the situation, lowering his body and using a standard crouching motion like a boxer, quickly approaching Major Leclaire. The muscles on his arm tightened and contracted, and he slammed a punch into his stomach!

This punch was Fang Senyan's full strength! The Nightmare Imprint on his chest instantly emerged with a fist-shaped white light, indicating his identity as a Contractor specializing in strength.

Putting aside some ulterior motives lurking in Fang Senyan's heart, just as a non-homosexual man, Fang Senyan had enough reason to let this idiot who dared to covet his ass taste a sufficient lesson - even if his ass was indeed very sexy, it was absolutely unforgivable!

After this punch landed, the armor of Major Leclaire's combat exoskeleton emitted an indescribable grinding sound. Then, his entire body was knocked back three or four meters.

Here, the quality of the Empire's armor must be praised. Although Fang Senyan had used his full strength, and there was a deep fist mark on the surface of the armor, with cracks spreading like spiderwebs, it did not deform or fall apart, and it still protected Major Leclaire's body well when he landed.

However, it could be seen immediately from Major Leclaire's expression that his eyes were wide open, his face turned purple, and then everything blurred, because a large amount of vomit spewed violently from his mouth, making a mess inside the translucent helmet. Then, he slowly collapsed to the ground.

However, at this time, a mechanical synthesized voice suddenly came from the new combat exoskeleton:

"User's blood pressure is rapidly decreasing..."

"User is experiencing altered consciousness..."

"User's swallowing reflex is gone..."

"User's pupils are dilated bilaterally..."

"Meets battlefield first aid criteria."

"First aid measures activated. Immediately injecting adrenaline, Demerol, metoclopramide, tranexamic acid!"

"............"

Fang Senyan completely ignored these three idiots lying on the ground like dead dogs and walked directly into the entrance. However, after walking only five or six meters, Major Leclaire struggled to get up from the ground - it seemed that the battlefield first aid was quite effective - and then shouted hysterically,

"Idiot, you dare to attack an Empire Major! You're dead!"

After saying that, he pressed a finger on the chest of the exoskeleton on the right side, where a red button slowly popped open. Then, Major Leclaire punched the red button. Immediately, alarms blared all around. Major Leclaire turned on the communicator and shouted frantically into it:

"Activate the defense system. A spy is trying to sneak into the great Alps VII base with biochemical pathogens. Eliminate him immediately, if you don't want a terrifying biochemical storm to break out inside the base!"

With Major Leclaire's drug-fueled, excited shouts, six laser cannons quickly suspended from the ceiling. And several particle cannons and other high-end weapons were inexplicably flipped out from the floor. They aimed at Fang Senyan in all directions, with no blind spots. A total of eighteen high-tech weapons from the future began to charge directly, like eighteen grim, venomous eyes of death!

Fang Senyan did not expect such a big scene. He also felt the threat of death. He simply grabbed the sliding metal door next to him, and with a sudden force, he ripped it off, using it to block himself while still connected to the power cables!

However, 3 seconds passed, 5 seconds passed, 10 seconds passed...

Those high-energy weapons showed no sign of firing. Major Leclaire gasped heavily and roared,

"Anbar, what the * are you doing? Why haven't you eliminated the threat yet?"

Anbar's voice came over uncertainly:

"Leclaire, I think something must be wrong. In fact, we are not a direct internal security department of the Military Tribunal and have not obtained the right to freely fire at an Empire Lieutenant Colonel."

"What did you say?" Leclaire roared in exasperation, "What the hell is an Empire Lieutenant Colonel? Don't compare the so-called ranks issued by the reserve militia to the great ranks of the Empire! How could this damned spy in front of me get an Empire Lieutenant Colonel rank?"

Anbar sighed helplessly:

"Do you want me to send you the warning data sent by the center? By the way, because you applied to use the defense system, the Colonel on duty has been alarmed and is on his way."

Major Leclaire immediately stiffened all over, and his mood instantly plummeted. Although he looked muscular, his brain was definitely not simple. He immediately analyzed two very important pieces of information from Anbar's words:

"First, this barbarian I provoked, oh, the official name is Contractor, actually has the rank of a great Empire Lieutenant Colonel!! Not some * worthless reserve rank!!! Then even if this matter is brought to the highest Military Tribunal, I will not have the slightest chance of winning. Second, the Colonel on duty has been alarmed... I hope it's not that person who's coming!"

However, on Major Leclaire, Murphy's Law once again proved its correctness. It must be said that the operating efficiency of the Alps VII base was commendable. In less than thirty seconds, a blue and white painted aircraft could be seen quickly moving over from a distance.