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[Sydney falls].
Everything that happened in Sydney revolved around the planet at breakneck speed. No matter how far away you were, as long as you were still in the human world and could receive online and television news, you were certain to know about the breaking news that had flooded your screens. The diehard fence-sitters naturally tried to suppress the news, but the previous global live broadcast, the subsequent news reports, and the resurgence of the hunters, who had seized the opportunity, all made their efforts to suppress the news futile.
Besides, this kind of big news can only be suppressed for a while to buy some buffer time.
The collapse of the Wall of Life in Sydney has poured a bucket of cold water on all the fanatical wall-building factions and the people who support them. It is as chilling as the current cold winter weather!
The destruction of a section of the wall destroyed the trust and hope that the Wallists had painstakingly built. While it didn't lead to a complete collapse, previously suppressed voices of doubt and opposition suddenly surfaced. Their momentum was so strong that many officials, businessmen, and scientists who had previously supported the Wallists were forced to avoid them.
The PPDC, an underground organization whose presence had been declining for over six months, has once again become the subject of international attention. However, according to official information from various countries, only four Mech Hunters remain intact, exacerbating the public's anger. They don't reflect on their previous actions, believing they were deceived by a collusion between officials and businesspeople. Now, they've awakened to the truth!
Therefore, after learning from the reporter's speculation that there were only four intact Mecha Hunters at the PPDC headquarters, people's confidence in the Wall of Life plummeted, and they once again suffered from the mecha shortage syndrome.
Reporters from the Station Hunter Project spoke freely, taking the opportunity to vent their previously suppressed opinions. The official Alliance spokesperson representing the member states was momentarily tongue-tied and overwhelmed by the reporters' questioning. One reporter, Naomi Sokolov, in particular, delivered a pointed remark: "We spent years building this wall of life, and the Kaiju broke through it in just an hour." This thoroughly inflamed the public and left the spokesperson speechless.
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Alaska.
The helicopter's rotors stirred up the surrounding snowflakes, and Stick Pantecost, dressed in a long, thick windbreaker, stepped out of the open hatch. His eyes fell directly on a somewhat slovenly man in front of him, who hadn't taken care of his appearance in a long time.
Raleigh Beckett, the last of three generations of dangerous Rangers.
"Mr. Beckett." Under the protection of a group of armed soldiers, Stick Pantecost greeted the man.
"General," Raleigh Beckett responded subconsciously.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"Five years and four months, to be exact." Raleigh Beckett's expression was somewhat complicated. There were some things he didn't want to think about, but sometimes, he couldn't help but think about them.
"Can we chat for a few minutes?"
"Of course, I have an office." Raleigh Beckett nodded and took Stick to where he worked.
"It's not easy to find you. I've already searched several places and failed. I thought I might fail again this time." While observing the surrounding environment, Stek said to Raleigh Beckett who was leading the way.
"I have to follow the wall to get a job," Raleigh Beckett shrugged. "It's not easy to find a job to make a living these days."
After saying this, Raleigh Beckett sat down on a box piled with miscellaneous items and looked at Stick Pantecost who came over to him. "Now you can tell me why you're here."
"I think you should know what I have been busy with these past few months."
"Sorry, I haven't paid attention to some news for a long time." Raleigh Beckett interrupted Stick Pantecost.
"I spent six months activating and collecting all the mecha hunters who might go to the battlefield. There is a mecha, a third-generation mecha, and it needs a driver." Stek said calmly.
"I suppose I wouldn't be your first choice?" Raleigh Beckett shrugged.
"In fact, you're my first choice. Everyone who has flown it, except you, is dead." Stek denied.
"You know, I can't accept anyone else entering my head anymore. The moment my brother Yanxi died, I, who was in sync with him, also died." Raleigh Beckett walked over to Steck and refused, "Find someone else."
"That's not a problem." Stacker Pantecost looked at him. "Dr. Luke Field has upgraded the synesthesia technology. If you don't need it, you can drive No. 3 alone."
Raleigh Beckett was silent for a long time after hearing this, and looked at Steck's eyes and said, "Does it have to be me?"
"There's a saying that if the world were to end, would you rather die in a mecha like a warrior, or die somewhere else?" Stek asked.
"What can I do?"
"I have a plan."
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PPDC headquarters base.
"It doesn't look good here." Raleigh Beckett looked at the busy and crowded base with people coming and going, feeling as if he were in the next world.
"Things are different now. We're an underground organization without an official identity, Mr. Beckett." Stick Pantecost led him, Asako Mori, Hermann Gottlieb, Newton Geisler, and a group of others hurriedly toward the base. "We're lucky to still be allowed to exist, to still have these Mech Hunters, and to still be able to operate around the world with no one paying attention.
"Okay." Rollie Beckett, carrying his backpack, dodged a forklift and strode after Steck in front of him. "What's the plan you're talking about?"
"Don't be anxious, let Mr. Hermann introduce you to the current situation first." said Stack Panticost.
Then a man with a somewhat neurotic face suddenly jumped out in front of Raleigh Beckett, and his sudden appearance scared Raleigh Beckett.
"Look there." Herman walked backwards and pointed behind Raleigh Beckett. Raleigh looked in the direction he was pointed and saw a huge countdown clock embedded in the metal wall. Looking at this big thing and watching every second passing on it, it seemed that a sense of urgency surged in people's hearts.
"What's that?" Raleigh Beckett turned and glanced at Herman.
"War Clock! I discovered the frequency of Kaiju appearing from wormholes, and based on this, I invented a mathematical model to infer the approximate time and number of Kaiju appearing." Hermann said complacently.
"Is this possible?" Raleigh Beckett asked in surprise.
"Of course, based on the observed changes in wormhole energy and the frequency and size of Kaiju, I discovered some patterns and summarized them. Now I don't have a blackboard at hand, so I can't list them out for you and prove them to you. But you only need to know that in the coming time, the frequency of Kaiju appearances will become higher and higher, and the number will also increase. Now it will take a week for the next Kaiju appearance. Soon, this time will become a few days, a few hours, and finally a few minutes! By then, a dense army of Kaiju will appear, and mankind will perish." Hermann Gottlieb looked a little crazy and said in an excited tone.
"The fact that he can't prove this means that his research lacks sufficient evidence." Newton Geisler sarcastically remarked.
"Literature, philosophy, politics, promises, all of these can lie, but mathematics can't!" Hermann Gottlieb gasped and glared at his colleague who was trying to sabotage him.
"Mathematics doesn't lie, but errors in calculation may lead you to a wrong answer," Newton Geisler retorted sharply.
"The Sydney incident has proved my conjecture! The mathematical model I established is useful in application!" Hermann Gottlieb proudly produced the evidence.
"That could just be a coincidence. After all, you've made predictions before, but only Sydney's was truly accurate this time." Newton Geisler rolled up his sleeves and shrugged. Under Herman's murderous gaze, he ran ahead. Herman Gottlieb, with a cane and some mobility issues, cursed under his breath. Under Raleigh Beckett's bewildered gaze, he slapped himself a few times and returned his attention to him.
"Anyway, the predicted results are not good. If we can't find a solution, then our only outcome will be extinction. Just like the dinosaurs!" Hermann Gottlieb suddenly lost interest in explaining. After drawing a conclusion, he kept silent.
"Didn't you report your findings to the member states?" Raleigh Beckett asked curiously. With such important intelligence and information, the member states would surely react and make arrangements.
"Huh? Of course I reported it. But what's their response?" Hermann Gottlieb's face showed a hint of sarcasm. "Nonsense! We understand, Mr. Hermann! We'll discuss it, and we'll let you know when we have a result. Even through the phone, I can hear the undisguised perfunctory attitude on the other end. If the world is destroyed, they will bear at least half of the responsibility!"
"Have you figured out any solutions to this problem?" asked Raleigh Beckett.
"Of course, we are certainly trying to find a solution to this problem. This is what Newton and I have been responsible for in the past few months, speculating on the appearance of monsters and so on. This is only part of the results." Hermann Gottlieb raised his head like a victorious rooster.
"What about him? What did Dr. Newton discover?" Raleigh Beckett asked with interest. It had been more than five years since he left the battlefield, and he didn't mind hearing more cutting-edge things.
"Him? He compared some Kaiju samples and believed that these Kaiju were biological weapons produced by alien civilizations and were the vanguards of the invasion of this planet. Because some of them have completely consistent DNA, this is ridiculous!" Hermann Gottlieb curled his lips.
"That's not ridiculous at all! Luke also agrees with my research. He also believes that these kaiju are biological weapons of asexual reproduction of alien civilizations. In essence, this is not a farce of monster invasion, but a war between civilizations! Although the opponent on the other side of the universe may not have tried his best, we have almost been forced into a dead end." Newton Geisler jumped out suddenly, scaring the two of them.
The two men started arguing again. Rowley Beckett, who was unable to get a word in, saw Stack Pantecost stop ahead. He immediately tightened the bag on his shoulder, walked around the quarreling pair, and quickly caught up.
"What exactly do you need me to do?" Raleigh Beckett asked as he caught up with Stek.
"I have a plan."
"I know you have a plan. What I want to ask is, what kind of plan is it?"
"I plan to close that [gap] with a 2,400-pound thermonuclear bomb, with an explosive force equivalent to 1.2 million tons of high explosives! According to Dr. Herman's calculations, a bomb of this magnitude can destabilize the wormhole, causing it to collapse and disappear! Do you understand now? I plan to have the Eureka Raider carry this bomb, and your role will be to protect the Eureka Raider and the others, ensuring it reaches its destination and completes this mission."
Stick Pantecost gave a direct answer.
"Where did you get that thing? Aren't we already an underground organization?" Raleigh Beckett was surprised.
"There are always channels, and not all member states are uninterested in my plan. Alexis and his wife, the drivers of the Cherno Alpha, were very helpful."
"We have tried this plan. We wanted to destroy the [gap] at the beginning, but our ammunition could not enter the wormhole at all and was bounced off. It has an energy protection layer on it!" Raleigh Beckett expressed pessimism about his plan.
"In fact, there is already a solution to this problem."
A clear voice interrupted the conversation between Beckett and Steck. Rory Beckett looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in a white coat, holding a cup of hot water, and with a somewhat lazy demeanor, extending his hand toward him.
"This is Dr. Luke Field, the designer and manufacturer of the sixth-generation Kurtuluo, as well as the latest generation of synaesthesia systems. He's also the Chief Technology Officer of Shaw Industries and a part-time mecha modifier at PPDC." After introducing Luke, Steck introduced Raleigh to Luke. "This is Raleigh Beckett, the former pilot of the Dangerous Rangers. He's a good guy."
Luke Field and Raleigh Beckett shook hands. Luke Field was still a little curious about the protagonist of the first part. Unfortunately, he was not very lucky. He saved the world and had a girlfriend, but he didn't have time to enjoy it.
"Can you tell me about a solution?" Raleigh Beckett asked. Styke, standing nearby, also became attentive. If the problem of the wormhole being inaccessible couldn't be solved, then the foundation for this plan wouldn't exist.
"Dr. Newton said this is a war between civilizations, a confrontation between aggression and counter-aggression. I agree." Luke Field took a sip of the hot water. "If we think of this wormhole as a door, then the lock is obviously on the opposite side. They can get out, but we, who haven't been invited and don't have the key to unlock it, can't break in. It's a one-way passage."
Therefore, we need to find a key to enter. I believe that the Kaiju, which can freely enter and exit this wormhole without being affected, are the key."
"Are there really aliens on the other side of the wormhole?" Raleigh Beckett's face was full of curiosity.
"There is no evidence to prove this. Just like the method Dr. Luke said also needs to be verified." said Stick Panticost.
"In fact, there's a way to prove what Dr. Luke and I have speculated!" Newton Geisler's voice rang out. After catching the attention of Steck and the others, he cleared his throat and said seriously, "I've always wondered, since humans can connect with each other and access each other's memories, then what can we see when the brains of humans and monsters connect through synaesthesia?"
If this is truly an alien civilization, if these monsters are truly created, then they must have some residual memories and intelligence in their brains. If we can establish synaesthesia with the monsters' brains, then everything can be proven."
"This is ridiculous." Hermann Gottlieb, who had caught up from behind, retorted excitedly.
"I think this is a good idea. If it works, we might be able to obtain more important intelligence from the monsters' heads. This will help you implement your plan," Luke Field said softly under Herman's surprised gaze. His words relaxed Steck's frown.
"We can try," Stick Pantecost nodded. With his life approaching, his greatest obsession was to eliminate the wormhole. He would sacrifice everything for it.
"I apply to be a test subject." Newton Geisler raised his hand.
"You can't. Assuming this is really an invasion of civilization, the other party may have control over their own creations. The memory review of the synaesthesia bridge is two-way. When the monster's memory is being reviewed by you, your memory will also be reviewed by the other party. You know the plan. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, you cannot be the synaesthete candidate." Luke Field rejected Newton Geisler's self-recommendation.
Stick Panticost pondered for a moment and looked at everyone.
"I'll find someone good."