Gun Chip and Bynary Particles

By Jeanette Haustein

The world of the future is vast and barren, with the last civilization of mankind compressed by the cruel nature into a handful of cities. Humans enhance their abilities by installing chips on their personal terminals to fight against the dreadful mutant and viral beasts, as well as - other humans.

Zhang Yifan, a young man struggling to su

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasmin Padua
• Release date: Feb 6, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869391582

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Chapter 1: Storms and Changes

    This damn weather, don't get any worse!

    Zhang Yifan, who was hiding in his hiding hole, looked worriedly at the thick black clouds that were rapidly gathering on the distant horizon.

    A lively and energetic female voice came from the personal information terminal on her wrist, Hello listeners, welcome to Sector 32 City Weather Service Radio in Sestem, this is host Dorothy, today is Friday, April 13, 319, weather: sunny. High temperature 27 degrees, low temperature 19 degrees, probability of precipitation: 15%, probability of a Bynary particle storm: 5% ......

    Zhang Yifan angrily turned off the weather broadcast, 5%? I haven't seen such thick cumulonimbus clouds in my 26 years of living, the likelihood of a Bynary Particle Storm is definitely not less than 80%! Can't you guys living in the safe zone just stick your heads out and take a look?

    A muffled thunderclap landed, and mountains of dark clouds piled up at a faster rate.

    Zhang Yifan secretly grumbled, at this speed, it wouldn't take more than a few minutes for a storm to hit, and once the Bynary particle storm was triggered, the entire material composition of the surface outside the safety zone would be reorganized!

    Guess what I'll be when the time comes? A shale or a worm?

    God damn it! What triggered this, a Class A-plus virus nest? Or was it one of the big consortiums in the city that put up a random settlement?

    It's no use whining. It's too late to escape.

    He glanced at the ink-black cloudy mountains that were getting closer and closer, and in one breath, he filled all the energy batteries in his backpack into his personal terminal, Terminal, Terminal, whether I survive or not depends on you, deconstruct the hideout hole, dig the tunnel that leads to the depths, the deeper, the better, the deeper, the better!

    Green light came out of the terminal's shot holes, and the soil beneath his feet quickly became a blur, turning into a pile of overlapping mosaics before, spreading out in all directions, a black pipe capable of allowing one person to enter and exit appeared.

    Turning on the oxygen supply function of the mask, Zhang Yifan drilled headfirst into the pipe.

    A faint vibration came from the top of his head, and he had no time to worry about it as he desperately tried to drill deeper.

    Terminal ah terminal, I usually treat you not thin, the old master machine raw supply into the old master, and now with the army, you can never, never, do not fall off the chain ah!

    He could hear his thumping heartbeat and cloudy breathing.

    A muffled thunderclap rolled through, and the entire passageway shook violently. His face turned white all of a sudden.

    Bynary Particle Storm, here it comes!

    The vibrations were getting stronger and stronger. The ground overhead had begun to deconstruct and reorganize, its thickness was rapidly thinning, and the scythe of death was getting closer and closer!

    On his hands and knees, he crawled like a dog madly into the depths.

    The boundaries of the surrounding soil begin to blur!

    Please, please, Terminal, do your work faster, faster ah ah ah! I don't want to die, I don't even have a girlfriend, I haven't even eaten real wheat flour ground buns once, I don't want to die ah ah ah ah!

    At that very moment, the green light that saved his life at the terminal on his wrist suddenly disappeared!

    Countless mosaics enveloped him at once.

    He screamed hysterically, Aaaaahhhh!

    Then he lost consciousness.

    I don't know how long it took, but he was awakened by the sound of the whistling wind.

    He staggered to his feet, realizing that he had returned to the surface without realizing it, and the scenery around him became familiar and unfamiliar.

    It was still the same low, rolling hills, but the location had changed.

    Overhead, the pale sun, half obscured by clouds, seemed like the sky's half-open eyes, watching him coldly.

    Not dead, what a life.

    Checking the body condition, there was a little bit of bleeding on the back, not a deep but quite long gash. Started oozing blood with the slightest movement.

    He didn't realize that the blood oozing out of his back turned into a mosaic that quickly dissipated into the air.

    Simply treating the wound and checking the equipment, all the energy reserves were finished, including the twenty rounds of energy ammunition that had been painstakingly saved to break the energy shield; the personal terminal was completely silent, not to mention the signal, and could not even be turned on. The full power output just now had put this old machine on a long vacation, and it would not be possible to move it without a major overhaul.

    Bad luck, I had almost succeeded in shedding this savage skin. This time, it will have to be tossed around for at least another half a year.

    It is imperative that we cross this dark and murderous land as quickly as possible to get to the safe zone.

    When the Bynary Particle Storm comes, no living thing can escape the fate of material reconfiguration except for the safe zone, even the Virus Beasts that can slaughter cities and destroy countries, and even the shallow surface will be refreshed and reconfigured.

    This means that after the end of the Bynary Particle Storm, all the resources in the places swept by the storm will be reset, with the total amount remaining the same, the location randomized, and the form randomized It could be a piece of gangue buried deep in the ground, or a piece of dog-head gold exposed to the sun.

    Storms are dangers and opportunities.

    When the storm stops, there will be countless scavengers and outlaws who come roaring in, fighting over randomly distributed resources. Of course, the newly born dangerous mutant and viral beasts will not be absent as well.

    Personal terminals are on hiatus, one becomes a blind man with open eyes, without enough information, it is impossible to get out of this desert by luck.

    Perhaps take a chance and reach out to your peers and hitch a ride, or ...... a ride against the wind?

    He gritted his teeth and quietly cocked the Crossed Swords submachine gun in his hand.

    Is the only thing left is the physical bullet?

    Of course the miscreants are going to play with physical bullets!

    Zhang Yifan's body type is thin, long-term career of wandering and let him suffer from malnutrition, those on the physical requirements of large firearms is not quite handy, he is best at sub-machine guns this kind of medium and close range of rapid-fire firearms. This guy on hand has a lot of advantages: fast rate of fire, it is said that a minute can burst 1500 rounds of 0.45 caliber solid bullet; short and compact, the gun is only 140 mm long, the full weight of only 1.77 kilograms, close to the sudden attack, will bring the opponent will definitely fly like a feeling.

    Of course, if the opponent had an armor of Obsidian level or above, or an energy shield of Lunar Radiance level or above, it would be Zhang Yifan's turn to experience the feeling of flying.

    The guy with this kind of equipment is definitely a great god who can flash as far as he can when he sees it, and it's good enough not to take you for practice, but he still wants to go up to the sky, is it?

    There's no way, this world is like that, to not die, you have to have the realization that you're going to die at any time!

    Save ...... save ......

    The sudden cry for help made his scalp tingle, and he rolled on the ground, lifting his hand out of his gun and holding his breath.

    The voice came from behind a short hill and sounded rather unpleasant. There were no threatening targets to be found around, certainly by sight. If the personal terminal was still there, scanning it, there might be a hundred stealthy Blade assassins guessing who was going to take their lives!

    There's no way around it, even if it's a trap you have to jump.

    He took small steps around the short knoll and was just halfway there when he already saw the dark red blood drying on the ground.

    Someone's really hurt? Not for long, by the looks of it.

    A few steps forward he saw three bodies, one holding a chain saw sword, one with an assault rifle, and one with an already fired bazooka thrown by his side Oh, this one didn't count as a body, there was still breath left, and it wasn't far from being a body.

    Not far ahead was a large scorched black trail, and in the center of the trail, a bowl-thick round hole was faintly visible, with a long human vertebrae-like snake's tail poking out of the hole, limp and unmoving.

    Zhang Yifan's heart skipped a beat: mutant beasts!

Chapter 2: The Body Snatcher

    It looked like the mutant beast had mounted a successful raid, taking out two and a half people, but not escaping the vengeful blows of the dying man.

    In that case, no new mutant or viral beasts would appear in the vicinity in a short period of time, so for the time being, we could rest assured.

    Is there any salvation for this half-dead guy in front of me?

    The unlucky man had a bowl-sized hole cut into his chest cavity, and the armor's built-in powerful medical spray had run out, spraying a futile gush of water.

    It's hopeless.

    Zhang Yifan turned off the safety of his submachine gun and half crouched down beside the unlucky man, Any last words?

    The other man shivered and raised a hand, and before he could speak, his pupils dilated with a cackle in his throat.

    Zhang Yifan was silent.

    If they were alive, a three-man squad messing with a mutant beast could definitely enjoy hero treatment. But now, what's the difference between a hero and a bear?

    Zhang Yifan raised his hand and wiped the eyes that were not resting in peace, If you were alive, I would have saved you back and given me a hundred thousand or eighty thousand dollars how good it would have been. Now, alas, the rags are not even for sale!

    Three corpses of armor and weapons are good, gently knock armor, know at least is olive stone level, if the armor weapons personal terminals and so on packaged back, at least 50,000 to 60,000 yuan.

    If only it were that simple.

    Personalized gear is not for sale. If you want to push the limits of survival and face the wrath of an entire society or gang that the other party belongs to, give it a try.

    Must find a level of first-class props master, to help you personalized armor, weapons, terminals to restore the yuan suit without any special marking labor costs are expensive, and worse, according to the props master of the rules of the trade, dismantling and restoration process, such as damage will not be responsible!

    In addition, equipment is a soldier's second life, and most soldiers want it to stay with them after they die. Therefore, almost all equipment is bound to the user through the personal terminal. If the user dies, the equipment will be degraded together with the personal terminal to a bunch of steel, plastic, special ceramics and other materials within 24 hours.

    So there's no future for body flayers.

    Zhang Yifan sighed, bad luck, to bury or not to bury?

    Forget it, bury it. Maybe someday a strange and kind person will bury me, too.

    With great effort he hauled up the sharp chain-saw sword and began to dig a hole, then, standing at the edge of it, pushed the body down.

    Just as he grabbed a corpse by the wrist and tried to push it downward, the personal terminal on the corpse's wrist suddenly flashed red.

    Startled, he slammed backward, thinking he had triggered some kind of fuse and was going to explode.

    After waiting for a long time and not seeing any movement, he cautiously probed out and realized it was a false alarm.

    The red light was still there, and it seemed to be a line of red letters that neither flickered nor pulsed, as if it had been there from the beginning.

    What the hell, a 32-bit string? A password?

    His heart thumped.

    He'd heard other outlaws rip on the fact that there were some bullish guys who liked to set a password for their personal terminals and automatically display the password after they died, meaning they'd never die.

    Could it be that I've hit the jackpot?

    He reached out with a trembling hand and touched lightly on the personal terminal. The terminal had a lot of power left in it, and it lit up. He quickly found the Settings section and began to try the ultimate password.

    With a soft click, the 32-bit password entry box popped up, fitting perfectly with the string of red characters.

    With shaky hands, he began to type.

    It was nothing difficult, and it gave him the feeling of copying homework ...... No, it was no longer copying homework, it was tracing.

    Nonetheless, he made several wrong entries, corrected and corrected, and after the 31st, he stopped, took several hard, deep breaths, and then, rubbed his face vigorously.

    Success or failure depends on this!

    He slammed down the last number key 8.

    The red letters disappeared. In its place was a line of yellow text with a black and yellow warning box around the screen: "The Ultimate Password was entered correctly, please choose the following action with caution: 1. Unplug the installed function chip.

    2. Unbind and format the system.

    3. Copy and send personal information.

    4. unbind equipment and clear personalization settings."

    Zhang Yifan was so excited that he sat on his butt.

    Developed!

    Can I see through the ultimate code of a personal terminal?

    Three personal terminals, all the expansion chips, three sets of middle and lower level armor, at least three weapons, all unbound and restored to the state of the yuan suit, 60,000 yuan only a little more!

    Enough money for a city residency permit!

    I can go against the grain and revolutionize this human-unhuman day of wandering in the wilderness eating sand!

    He began to unload the body's personal terminals handily, his brain running at high speed.

    How did this skill come about? It must have something to do with the Bynary particle storm just now.

    Is it permanent, or is it temporary?

    Calm down, calm down, can't get carried away, he's so vulnerable now, if this skill is exposed, he'll definitely die.

    Stripping corpses to make a fortune is the kind of thing you can do once.

    The trajectory of life shivered a bit and took a shortcut instead! When you become a full-fledged city dweller, forget all that, find a suitable errand, and live the rest of your life in peace.

    Hesitantly he moved more and more crisply, in less than twenty minutes, all the equipment of the three corpses had been disassembled and restored.

    Three meta-loaded personal terminals will sell for about twenty thousand dollars. Seven chips a piece is not sold, keep it, so that there is a good combination of chips with skills to match, survivability and adaptability all of a sudden went up. Armor is too heavy to carry, can only give up; the chain saw sword and bazooka in the main weapon are not good to carry, throw; only that Galileo assault rifle makes do. But it uses 7.62mm rifle rounds, and my cross sword caliber is not the same, for nothing accounted for load ...... Ugh, throw or not throw ah!

    For the first time he experienced the troubles of the rich.

    The sidearms are all good, five pistols for about eight thousand dollars.

    With a good Assault Rifle, there is a Passive Firearms Proficiency reduces recoil of all firearms by 15% and a Passive Primary Long Range Proficiency increases long range attack power by 7% in the chip. This makes the newly acquired Galileo Assault Rifle an excellent match for a good pistol.

    His eyes fell on the Crossed Sword submachine gun that had been with him for seven years.

    Why don't you take a break, old buddy?

    After hesitating for a while, he decided to bring it with him first, after all, he had used it for seven years, and besides, he would have to find a reliable mechanic for the chip change and whatnot, not something that could be handled with simple tools in the middle of nowhere.

    Then go ahead and ship out to the black market in the safe zone and decide ...... what you want depending on the situation!

    There was a clear buzzing sound as a quad-rotor Nolimite drone flew straight at him from a distance.

    Zhang Yifan's scalp went numb and he immediately lay down.

    The drone hovered straight overhead, not moving.

    He screamed darkly that he had been discovered.

    Having a drone meant that there was at least one more mechanic on the team. All of his own actions will be invisible.

    Attacking a drone? Don't be ridiculous, according to the customary law of the outlaw, attacking all the summoned assemblies of a mechanic is tantamount to a declaration of war. Even if we take down the drones, without personal terminals, without transportation, we are deaf, blind and crippled, how can we defeat a team with a mechanic in the middle of the wilderness?

    Damn, careless!

    The drone lowered in altitude and emitted a somewhat raspy middle-aged man's voice, Ohhhhhhhhhh, look what we found, took out three people and then are destroying the bodies? What a ferocious lone wolf.

    Lone Wolf is the name given to lone wandering outlaws, these guys are often outlaws carrying dozens of lives on their backs, shooting first and hugging later is their creed. Almost every lone wolf has a sizeable bounty.

    Zhang Yifan didn't speak as he was quickly thinking of a way to respond.

    According to the saying, buyers and sellers shouldn't mind their own business, but since there are banknotes delivered to the door, where's the reason not to earn them?

    As he spoke, an engine roared to life and an all-terrain four-wheeled assault vehicle sped from the distance, seated in the vehicle were two burly men and an imperious girl with short blonde hair, the three of them wearing red berets and heavily armed.

    A red dot swept back and forth across Zhang Yifan's head and neck, and Zhang Yifan knew that it was the sight of the Vulcan heavy machine gun on the assault vehicle. As long as he made the slightest move, he would immediately experience the over 500 rounds/second metal projectile package for free.

    The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Zhang Yifan's chin, Move and your brain goes to the sky.

    I'm not a lone wolf, I'm a traveling merchant! A fellow traveler with your boss. The ones who died were my guards, they were killed by the mutant beasts that suddenly appeared!

    The blonde girl's eyes were a heavy dead gray, as if covered in a layer of lead, her tone indifferent and without rise or fall, I didn't want to kill you, but you lied to me. Die, lowly corpse stripper.

    With that, the girl pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Chapter 3 Mr. T

    There was a click and the firing pin struck empty.

    Lyudmila looked at the drone in dismay.

    The drone said, Did I say I was going to take him out?

    Excuse me, sir.

    I don't care about killing one more person, but I don't like indiscriminate killing. Just look at the dirt on the chainsaw blade, there's no terminal young man, what about the good guy who spends his precious time burying unknowns in the wasteland just after the Bynary Particle Storm. Having to lie to save your life is, well, understandable.

    Zhang Yifan's cold sweat flowed all the way into his neck, but he couldn't be soft at this time, It's not as good as you say, I just want to live.

    Yes, what's more important than being alive. Lyudmila, bring him.

    Zhang Yifan was carried by the pistol in the assault vehicle and sped towards the unknown wilderness.

    Ten minutes later, a long dragon like convoy appeared in front of them, a number of them were still large semi-trailers and armored transporters, and each vehicle had a blue background with a red border and a golden dragon insignia on its body.

    He was pushed into an armored transport vehicle.

    The spacious carriage with oak flooring, expensive rosewood table with silk enamel three-legged incense burner, incense light purple smoke curls up, the overhead silk palace lamps emit warm and soft light, set everything off like an unreal dream, in this beautiful dream, the back of the head on the top of the cold hard barrel of the gun seems to be aesthetically pleasing up.

    Until he saw the fat guy in the corner.

    The fat man smiled and stood up, Oh ah ah ah ah, look at this young man ah, all covered in dirt, ate a lot of hard work, right?

    If this beautiful classical dream is compared to a gentle and serene serenade, then this fat man is the sudden high-pitched noise interspersed in the melody.

    He was about forty-five or sixty years old, short and fat, with thinning hair that barely covered his scalp near the forehead, a monocle on his round face, a civilized stick under his left armpit, a high-topped bowler hat cupped in his right hand, and a fat tuxedo that made him look like a chubby penguin.

    His lips were thick, and when he opened his mouth he revealed large yellow slate teeth covered in tea stains, and his garlic nose had thick pores that could almost fit into a sesame seed grain.

    This ugly fat man is the owner of the huge caravan.

    Zhang Yifan said, I'm really sorry for dirtying your house.

    What are you afraid of, there are people who rush to clean, being rich is good, sit. Saying that, the fat man buried himself into the soft sofa on the side, I'm the business manager of Xinhai Longsheng Group, you can call me Mr. T.

    Xinhai Longsheng? Never heard of it.

    Zhang Yifan pretended to be calm, Nice to meet you, Mr. T.

    The Xinhai Longsheng Group is headquartered in the Sestem d8 district, far away from here. The company mainly deals with large-scale machinery manufacturing and processing, as well as bioproducts, and usually doesn't have much to do with you brave cowboys Liudmila, bring me a cup of strong tea, the usual, with twice as much tea leaves.

    But sir, this way ......

    Afraid he'll turn on me? Don't worry, people know what they're doing.

    Yes. Lyudmila immediately put away her gun, poured the tea with nimble hands, and presented the delicate celadon cup with both hands before taking small steps backwards out the door, closing the heavy door of the room gently behind her.

    The fat man