Ichiro climbed in first, holding his great saber, followed closely by Isabelle, with Jiang Ye trailing behind like a little old man.
This body had no pain receptors, so he didn't know exactly where he was injured. The worst-case scenario was that his internal organs had been shaken. After a mech scan, Jiang Ye saw his physical condition had changed from "Excellent" to "Fair," but he seemed to be holding on.
The base's internal corridors were spacious, wide enough for several buses to pass through. Armed robots occasionally emerged, firing shots. The three of them cut and shot their way through, like slicing through vegetables.
Jiang Ye picked up a long gun from a robot, firing at the wall ahead, creating a fist-sized hole. He then fired his own mech gun at it, creating a head-sized hole.
"So weak, the Mil people's weapons are pathetically bad," Jiang Ye scoffed.
"These are what they use to hunt rabbits. There are many laser rabbits nearby, they like to hop around, and some even jump into the base, interfering with equipment operations," Ichiro explained.
"You can think of this place as a hunter's home. The hunter only has a hunting rifle; you won't find nuclear missile-level weapons here," Isabelle said. "This is a Level 3 base for the Mil people. Levels 1 to 5 are very low-level temporary bases. The highest can be over Level 40. But we are only Level 1, so this is a big dragon to us. Once we level up, this will just be a paper house."
【390usv/h】
A line of prompts suddenly popped up.
Jiang Ye didn't understand. "What does this mean?"
"Radiation level," Isabelle said. "This corridor has radiation."
"Holy crap, didn't you just say there were no nuclear weapons?" Jiang Ye was startled. "Is this value high or low?"
"If you lie down here and take a nap, it's equivalent to having an X-ray," Ichiro said.
Jiang Ye breathed a sigh of relief. So, it was nothing.
Turning a corner, the walls on both sides became transparent glass. Inside, the lights were bright, with rows and rows of large machinery operating. It was clearly an underground production factory. Small green spheres, about the size of unripe tangerines, were rolling off the assembly line.
The production order was extremely chaotic. After the small spheres were produced, they weren't packed into boxes but rolled around on the ground. Tens of thousands of small spheres had already piled up in the corners. The entire production workshop looked like a battlefield, filled with an atmosphere of frantic rush work.
After a few steps, Jiang Ye saw them… the Mil people!
This was the first time he had seen a Mil person with his own eyes, and he was utterly stunned. Their appearance could not be called human at all; they were more like giant amoebas. The largest were as big as bears, and the smallest were only the size of puppies. They were transparent throughout, like a ton of glue, but their bodies had some differently colored spots inside, possibly food vacuoles formed by what they ate, or perhaps age spots that formed as they grew older.
There were hundreds of Mil people of all sizes, at least.
Without limbs or eyes, the Mil people wriggled and busied themselves along the production line like caterpillars, wrapping their bodies around some control valves and slowly turning them.
"Here come the merit points!" Ichiro shouted excitedly, slashing at the glass wall with his saber.
The glass wall wasn't very strong, or perhaps the saber was too fast. With one strike, glass shards flew everywhere, and half the saber plunged directly into it.
The Mil people working by the production line collectively turned their heads, then descended into chaos, wriggling and running around in a panic. It was evident that they had no athletic ability; even running desperately was just a caterpillar-like wriggle. Many, in their haste, collided with their companions. It took them a long time to recover.
The three evil humans had entered the room, like tigers entering a flock of sheep!
Jiang Ye, with quick hands and eyes, rushed to guard the main entrance. Several Mil people were about to rush out, but upon seeing Jiang Ye, they turned and fled, scattering in all directions.
Isabelle guarded the side door, using her gun to fend off approaching small Mil people.
Ichiro stood with his legs apart, looking cool in front of the shattered glass wall, gently stroking his great saber. His saber was already thirsty for blood.
"How do we kill them?" Jiang Ye's voice was filled with nervousness. "Will they resist?"
"No, these are all Mil civilians, not armed troops," Isabelle said. "Mil people have very poor close-combat abilities, and civilians are very timid. Look, they're changing color."
Jiang Ye blinked. He saw that the small bubbles within all the Mil people were glowing like fire, changing from their previous random colors to a striking red.
Turning red represented "fear" and was also a way to deter enemies. Many wild beasts in the animal kingdom were intimidated by the color red, but unfortunately, humans were not afraid of red; they even liked it.
The cries of babies suddenly rang out.
Within seconds, the cries of countless babies filled the entire workshop, one after another, piercingly sharp. Jiang Ye had the illusion of being in a maternity hospital building, with hundreds or thousands of newborns crying.
"This is hilarious, they're imitating human baby cries, trying to evoke our sympathy, hahahahaha!" Ichiro roared with laughter. "I hate babies the most. Let's divide the work. There are about three hundred Mil people in total. Let's each kill a hundred first, and then we'll split the rest. How about it?"
"Okay," Isabelle nodded, glancing at Jiang Ye. "Just punch them. Bullets aren't very effective."
The three humans approached.
Ichiro swung his great saber, cleaving through a large Mil person. A gush of liquid flowed out, like jelly spilled on the ground.
Isabelle leaped into the midst of the Mil people, striking everywhere. The surrounding baby cries grew louder.
Jiang Ye's hands trembled with nervousness. He grabbed a small Mil person and threw a straight punch with all his might.
His fist went straight through, penetrating the Mil person's body. The inside was filled with jelly-like soft liquid, and the skin was like a plastic bag, making it quite easy to disembowel.
【Merit Point +100】
Jiang Ye was shocked. One merit point was equivalent to a thousand yuan. Killing this one Mil person earned him a hundred thousand yuan!
He was rich, truly rich this time!
Jiang Ye grabbed Mil people one by one, tearing them apart with his bare hands, ripping them like tearing a plastic bag. Their internal body fluids gurgled out, spilling onto the ground.
【Merit Point +80】
【Merit Point +120】
【Merit Point +50】
Prompts kept popping up. The merit points awarded for killing each Mil person varied. The larger they were, the more points they gave; the small ones only gave a few dozen.
The three humans went on a killing spree, relentlessly slaughtering the Mil people. The ground was piled high with mangled corpses, emitting a fishy stench like seafood.
Isabelle was right; these Mil people did not resist, merely desperately squeezing towards the corners and shrinking back. Their cries grew louder and louder, sounding utterly tragic. The colors within their bodies became increasingly red – deep red, purplish-red, dark red. Jiang Ye noticed that almost all the Mil people were trembling, convulsing, too terrified to even move.
"Tsk tsk tsk, how pitiful!" Ichiro sneered. "I've killed a hundred. I'll wait for you guys. Anyone want to use a saber?"
"Lend me one!" Jiang Ye wanted to experience using a saber.
Ichiro removed the saber from his arm and handed it to Jiang Ye.
It weighed at least thirty pounds, incredibly heavy. Jiang Ye used the saber to stab a Mil person in front of him; it was incredibly smooth, cleaving it open from gut to chest with one strike, more smoothly than cutting butter.
Soon, each of the three had killed a hundred Mil people, leaving exactly 12. Each of them killed four more.
The baby cries had completely stopped.
Jiang Ye checked his merit points: 10800 points!
In other words, in just a few minutes, he had earned 10.8 million yuan!
"We still need to destroy everything produced here," Isabelle said, pointing to another corner where mountains of small green spheres were piled.
"What are these small spheres?" Jiang Ye didn't understand. "Are they their food cans?"
"Weapons, radiation spheres," Isabelle said, her tone grave.