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//战斗音乐

//预约替换沉重的机器脚步

I... can't believe it.

I had signal interference active and everything. Even Closure's own latest drone gen wouldn't detect our location.

What sensory tech is this power armor using?

Can you paralyze it?

I don't want to draw attention...

Hold on tight, Doctor.

10% power, aim—

Bingo.

Clear damage to right arm plating detected.

No reduction in speed. Showed no signs of slowing when hit, either.

Who's in that suit? Do they not feel pain?

Damage to left arm.

Damage to lower right leg.

Doctor, it's not reacting to the damage at all.

If we want to stop it, I'll need to paralyze its power core in one shot—

Come on, this makes no sense.

Even the most well-trained soldier wouldn't have this much tolerance.

You're right.

By mere fact of living, no individual can wholly suppress their most basic nervous responses.

//机械倒地的声音

A hand smashes through the power armor's core. Countless mechanical fragments burst out like fireworks, just as the blood of a fellow lifeform would.

With no time to waste, that hand pulls out.

The mecha-fragment extracted by her sheer force turns into dust, together with the pure white plating covering her five digits. It all drifts down to the floor, where it forms a paper-thin calcium crystal layer.

The power armor lies on the ground, the heat of its energy snuffed, a clean hole left through its torso.

You—pierced that power armor's core barehanded?

That's a might of mights. And definitely a lot quieter than my defensive cannon.

Doctor, looks like the Bureau of, uh... Originium whatever won't be taking us in for attempted bombing today.

I do NOT want new criminal records for Rhodes Island.;I do NOT miss Columbian jail even a little bit.

Thanks for that, Saria.

No need, Doctor, Mechanist.

I'm the one getting Rhodes Island involved in Rhine's internal affairs—

I have a duty to ensure you don't come to any harm.

Ferdinand was right on the money.

Rhodes Island's people have already found Saria.

Should we maintain pursuit, ma'am?

If I stuffed you inside that power armor just now, do you think you'd survive?

Relax.

Just a hypothetical.

Ma'am, no matter how powerful Saria is, there's only three of them.

We've got them way outnumbered, and outgunned with our secret weapon.

Underestimate the enemy at your own peril.

Haven't you been around Rhine Lab enough to learn? The punier a scientist looks, the harder she might just pulverize you.

Y-You mean that mechanist, or the professor-looking one with the hidden face? They can't be stronger than Rhine's Defense Director, right?

Rhodes Island... they've got talent for days.

Let's go. I'm in love with that hypothetical just now, and I've got a few new ideas I want to try out.

Good evening, Colonel.

Clooney...

Give me a rundown of what's going on at the site.

Just minor boat-rocking... You know how hard it is for Pioneers to be satisfied, no matter how generous you get with their terms.

Initiative is their strong point, and it forms the basis of Columbia's endless expansion, but sometimes it carries with it a little... hassle.

So it's hassle. Unhassle it, then.

I want to see the results you promised, not Rhine Lab in the gossip rags.

Remember, you aren't the only tech company in Columbia.

Understood.

Rest assured, Colonel.

Rhine Lab's products will not let you down.

Sir, got a whole crew wanting out of this now.

They say your plan's hopeless, that nobody's gonna listen to us. We can try everything we want, we'll never get our voices out.

They're also asking who cares what Rhine Lab's up to.

Like, we just need to get this work done sooner, get our money, move onto the next place and keep going.

As for the guys who... went missing, well, their luck just ran out. The Pioneer Teams out in the deep wastes see a lot more dead every year than we do, anyway.

I get it.

Tell them to just hold on a little longer. I'll bring our people back.

So what's your plan?

I'm gonna head out for a bit.

Out? Isn't... isn't that too dangerous?

If the cops sent sharpshooters, they might just be waiting for you to come out.

Sounds like a good deal to me.

Wh-What? You're keeping your head together, right?

A police sharpshooter, right? Might just be an old friend of mine. Crack shot with a crossbow. If this is how it's gotta be, it's not gonna hurt too bad.

Sonny...

Dr. Urbica, Doc Moore—

I need you to come out for a walk.

You can drop the pretense. Do we have a choice here?

Afraid not. Keep your chin up.

Once the folks outside get to see the score, maybe they'll change their minds, open up to taking our demands seriously.

Officer, we've got movement!

Drones, prepare to fire—

No. Hold your fire.

Officer...?

We can't hurt the hostages.

You, uh... Dr. Silence, over here.

Is there a development, ma'am?

Take a look through the binoculars. Are those your two colleagues behind S... the Pioneer?

Sir—th—the comm lit up!

Give it.

Knew it'd be you.

I could say the same thing.

You, uh... you made rank, right? Didn't get the chance to congratulate you.

Who knew you'd stay at that precinct so long... You keep getting all this hassle from the frontier.

And I never thought you'd end up so... depraved.

You still remember any of the classes you took? Your law courses?

You still remember... the shit you said to me, the day I joined the force?

'That's great! We'll be partners again. It'll be just like all those games we played as kids. We'll protect Columbia's peace, bring the bad guys to justice—'

Hah... how's that irony? You're bad guy number one right here and now.

Mary...

What's all that crap your boys are holding? Homemade weapons?

Drop those things before you embarrass yourselves any more.