Blue and White Society

  Chapter 690 Forced drive

  In the early morning, a homeless man woke up from an abandoned sofa bed at a garbage station in the northern border area of ​​New York.

  He heard a loud noise, followed by a rumbling vibration, as if something heavy was shaking in the ground.

  The homeless man followed the movement and saw that the exhaust pipe on the first floor of the office building of a garbage recycling station not far away suddenly exploded, and an exhaust fan flew out of it. .

  It looks like an ordinary exhaust fan, with only fan blades, and a petite mainspring is connected to the central stator of the turbofan.

  The turbofan rotates with full power, and the airflow it blows out is enough to support itself to suspend and fly, which shows its strong speed.

  God knows how an exhaust fan that is not connected to any power source has such a strong energy source.

  Just as the homeless man looked extremely confused, the exhaust fan flew towards him, it felt like a drone.

   If this is scratched, the large fan blades rotating at high speed are enough to cut off his head.

"what!"

  The homeless man was so frightened that he threw away the sandwich, staggered and fell to the ground, and crawled a few steps in a panic to get out of the way.

   The exhaust fan ignored him, flying past the homeless man quickly and firmly.

   Then, there was a series of loud noises.

  The homeless man saw that the fan blades cut everything it passed, and a tall fir tree was stirred up by it, and countless sawdust and debris shot out.

   "OMG..." The homeless man crossed himself and followed the fan curiously.

   At this moment, several people rushed out of the garbage collection station behind them, and they chased after them with guns in hand.

"Da da da!"

  While chasing, he shot at the fan blades with precision.

   The fan blade was punched with a few holes, but it was still rotating strongly.

   "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" The homeless man quickly lay down on the ground, covering his head with his hands.

  He silently looked at several heavily armed soldiers with guns, wondering why there are special forces in this remote garbage station?

   "Keep chasing! Immediately inform the intelligence department that the containment of β-250 has failed, and ask nearby members for support."

   "The direction of the target is the New York City area, and it is about to enter Layton Park."

   A soldier wearing a helmet mask shouted while pulling up the homeless man lying on the ground.

   "Are you okay?" he asked.

  The homeless man blinked and didn't understand the situation, but said: "I'm fine, what is that? Who are you?"

  The soldier wearing a mask took out a certificate and said: "Our identity involves national security, and we are directly responsible to the Pentagon. Please cooperate with us to stand here and not move around."

  The homeless man nodded quickly after hearing this, and at the same time looked at the exhaust fan going away.

   I have to say that this fan blade rotates too weirdly, and it can always adjust the propulsion angle very delicately automatically, up and down, leaving a wave trail with slight dust and flying forward.

  Of course he has seen a drone, but the drone was unloaded so that only one propeller remained, so it couldn't fly.

  It was the first time he could fly so steadily with only a lone fan blade in front of him, without any ailerons to adjust the direction.

   Is there an ultra-precise control program installed in it?

   No, it doesn’t even have a torque, so why is the fan facing down and forward at that moment?

   The homeless man was full of doubts, but he didn't dare to chase after him, so he had to stand where he was and wait.

  The fighter next to him kept in touch with the pursuers, and seriously described the current situation to another unknown department.

   From time to time, words such as "the drive is fighting back", "our exhaust fan is too good", "hope to get support from the local police" and other words that homeless people cannot understand.

  After about ten minutes, the soldier's expression changed, and he exclaimed in surprise: "The first attempt failed, and it failed to catch 250. It possessed a new object first..."

   "No, it's a tree."

  While speaking, the warrior led the homeless man to chase after him.

   They entered Layton Park and saw the brothers were shooting wildly at a tree.

  The bullets are thrown at the connection point between the big tree and the clockwork like money.

  However, after the mainspring turned more than a dozen times, it stopped, and the big tree rose up with a bang.

  Its roots stretched out from the ground, turned the soil, and supported its body.

  The tree stood up. It was a fir tree ten meters high. Counting the roots at this moment, it was more than twenty meters high on the ground.

   "Ah! Dryad!" shouted the homeless man.

  Not only him, but also other passers-by in the park. They ran away in fright when they saw this group of people shooting.

  At this moment, seeing the big tree climbing out of the ground by itself, it screamed even more.

   "Stop! Everyone gather behind me and execute immediately!" The masked warrior shouted.

  When the citizens saw this group of people holding heavy weapons, they naturally raised their hands obediently and stood behind him in fear.

   "OMG, what's this?"

   "What the **** happened?"

   "Who are you guys?"

   Passers-by asked in a hurry, but the other party just flashed the Pentagon's ID and replied: "I will give you a unified answer later, and now for your own safety, please don't leave me three meters away."

  Everyone nodded, and saw the tree spirit moving with its roots, waving its branches and beating the soldiers who were shooting at it.

  Some fighters couldn't hide in time, and were directly thrown out, making the sound of fractures.

   Fortunately, the dryad was just fighting back, not trying to kill them all.

   After knocking down four people in a row, the tree spirit turned its roots and crawled out of the park.

   This huge dryad walked to the edge of the park. More and more people on the road saw this huge tree, which caused a traffic jam.

  The soldiers were helpless. In order to prevent the dryad from climbing onto the road, they threw powerful incendiary bombs and burned the big tree.

  Seeing that the spring connected to the big tree finally fell off, but immediately flew towards a truck automatically.

  A soldier held a wind-up toy monkey the size of a palm, and hurried to catch up.

  Unfortunately, it was still a step late, the mainspring was inserted into the front of the truck abruptly, and turned automatically.

   "Get out of the car!"

   "Hurry up!"

   "Get out of here!"

  The soldier yelled and rushed to the window of the car.

  The driver seemed to be stunned, and sat there blankly.

  The soldier smashed the glass with a gun butt, pulled out a knife and cut the seat belt, and dragged the driver out.

   At this moment, the mainspring stopped turning.

  The truck that had already stopped and was stuck on the road, seemed to have a huge power, and suddenly started, regardless of whether there were other vehicles in front, it accelerated and slammed into it.

   "Boom!"

  The car in front was knocked open, and the soldier lying on the window was blown away.

   Fortunately, his physical fitness is very good, but his head was smashed.

  Although he was fine, there were still many people in the vehicle ahead who did not get off.

  Seeing that a passerby was about to be killed, another person rushed over and pushed the passerby aside. At the same time, a piece of black iron in his hand quickly opened, turning into a shield and hitting the truck.

   "Bang!"

  The person who came was knocked into the air with the shield, and his body hit the car behind him, denting the frame of the car.

   "So rude?" It was Mo Qiong who came.

  The truck continued to rush forward, Mo Poor jumped high, and saw the empty truck under his feet was directly knocked into the air and rolled for two and a half weeks.

   "A clockwork can drive any object to keep it at the maximum possible power." Lord Gou appeared right after, and as he said that, he slammed into the truck hard from the side.

  Governor Gou's strength is much stronger than Mo Poor's. When he hit the truck from the side, half of the truck sank.

  Juli almost overturned the truck, making it veer off, crashing through the railing, and rushed into the nearby Layton Park.

  The park is very open, not as crowded as the road, and not so many passers-by will be affected.

   "Tack..."

   Lord Gou landed on the top of the high-speed truck, and when he tilted his head, he saw Mo Poor also jumped up, and he was still carrying the peripheral security guard who had rescued him before.

  The security personnel gasped and said: "The most dangerous thing about the clockwork is that it possesses something that doesn't move itself. It will forcefully drive the target, making it highly mobile."

  Grandpa Gou said: "Remove it and replace it with an ordinary wind-up toy."

  Universal clockwork, theoretically can drive all things. But the reason this thing is a beta rather than an alpha is that it has a certain degree of self-awareness.

  After detaching from one driving object, it will actively possess the next one.

  If the possessed is a human being, then it can be controlled, which means it provides human beings with inexhaustible energy within a certain period of time.

  If the possessed is a creature without intelligence, or simply a dead thing, or even a thing without the ability to move, it will move on its own, often rampant and quite chaotic.

  Wind up the tree, and the tree rose up and ran as if it had become a spirit.

  Many of these things that shouldn't be able to move will be endowed with the ability to move like life by the clockwork.

  The only thing that is driven by a clockwork and moves honestly according to mechanical principles is a clockwork toy.

  In other words, a mechanical object that needs to be wound up.

  When the universal clockwork is attached to something like this, it will strictly follow its proper clockwork mechanism, and will not have the effect of giving life to a dead object.

  So that's how it's contained, twenty-four hours a day, with it attached to a wind-up toy.

   One turn is to maintain the momentum for one minute. Calculate the time. When it leaves the target and has not had time to attach itself to the next one, the D-class personnel standing by will give it a new wind-up toy.

   Repeatedly, let it always be on a wind-up toy that can only 'clap' and 'shake' silly.

   "How could there be a containment breach?" Mo Poor said.

  The peripheral personnel sighed: "It should be the D-class personnel made a mistake, and didn't let it attach to the designated wind-up toy in time. As a result, it broke into the room, chose the exhaust fan of the base, and escaped."

  When the clockwork is not possessed and is looking for the next drive alone, the flying power can be infinite.

  Now that I think about it, the previous containment room must have been crashed.

  Mo Poor patted the surrounding shoulders and said: "Forget it, mistakes are inevitable, just control the situation in time."

   "There are too many witnesses. You immediately control all witnesses and prepare to wash the ground. You Xin, Chris, go help, don't let one get away."

   "Also, prepare a temporary containment room at the police station. Master Gou and I will place it in the police station after we contain Houtou."

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   p.s: Sorry. There was something wrong yesterday, and I almost had a child again... This is two chapters fixed yesterday. I will go to bed first, and after I wake up, I will have three more chapters. call…

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