Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

"Doctor, are you nervous?" Looking at Su Luo, who had changed into the jumpsuit, Xiao Luo nervously turned his head towards the corridor leading to the Skyfire cockpit. The technicians beside him were methodically adjusting the jumpsuit, trying to isolate Su Luo from the radioactive fuel inside the Skyfire for optimal protection.

"I've heard that anyone who enters its cockpit and connects with it will have their mind devoured..."

"The entire control system of Skyfire has been reconstructed, divided into a main brain and a secondary brain. The main brain is controlled by a built-in supercomputer, while I am responsible for balancing the operation and coordination of the entire machine in the secondary brain. The computer will provide corresponding feedback to the machine based on my actions, thereby reducing latency." Su Luo said confidently to Xiao Luo after taking a pill.

"Don't worry, if anything goes wrong, just press the emergency stop button in the main control center. That will force the power supply system inside the Skyfire to lock, and the machine will stop after burning up the last bit of fuel."

Su Luo smiled confidently, as if the difficulties before her were insignificant. After taking thorough precautions, she strode towards the cockpit.

It was less of a cockpit and more of a slightly wider stage. Control units descended from above, responsible for reading and securing the pilot's body, maintaining a degree of balance. Su Luo wasn't sure if this could be considered a combat operation, but the artificial intelligence components inside hadn't yet been upgraded to military-grade standards.

"Is this reliable? Trying to coordinate between a human and a machine on the very first startup. Why not simulate the operation with a computer first?" Such doubts kept coming from around Salta. He knew that these so-called experts were just here to see if the Skyfire could be used as a weapon. As for the next step... it was to decide what kind of powerful weapon to put on it.

After the cockpit door closed automatically, Su Luo looked through the cockpit window at the main control center in front of him—it appeared small and fragile.

At this moment, her excitement reached an unprecedented peak.

come on.

The moment the semi-transparent helmet is activated, the UI on the screen lights up one by one.

"Limiter released, preparing for docking, five, four, three—"

Inside the solid cockpit, Su Luo could even hear the core of the Skyfire gradually roaring, the roar transmitted to the surface through the entire underground engineering facility. Bright purple fuel was supplied to the Skyfire's limbs, and the engines in the muscle belts spun rapidly, causing the entire arm to tremble.

Su Luo stood steadily in the center of the "stage," closed her eyes, and waited for the data surge to arrive.

"Two, one."

As if struck in the chest by a bullet fired at close range, Su Luo convulsed without warning and staggered back a few steps.

The giant body of the Skyfire trembled with Su Luo's movements. The giant, having lost its suspension system, lost its balance and fell backward.

"The brain-computer interface is overloaded!" someone in the control center shouted.

Even through the glass, sparks could be seen erupting from Skyfire's cockpit. Salta watched as Skyfire crashed onto the platform in an extremely contorted position, and his heart sank.

"Shut down the computer! It'll burn her brain out!"

Everyone present shared the same thought as him. Xiao Luo had even opened the cover of the safety button, but the gradually stabilizing brainwaves and normalizing values ​​calmed the restlessness of those present once again.

Salta moved cautiously toward the observation window, but before he could even get a clear look at the situation on the platform, the floor beneath his feet shook violently, catching everyone off guard. A giant hand suddenly swung up from below, grabbing the platform on the side of the main control center, as if searching for a foothold to support its body... Then another hand appeared in their field of vision.

As the massive, volcano-like structure slowly rose in front of the main control center, the encroaching shadow finally brought a sigh of relief to everyone.

There were no cheers, no applause; they all knew what success meant.

Inside the cockpit, a torrent of negative emotions flooded Su Luo's mind. Her eyes were bloodshot as she endured the onslaught of this "negative storm," and the unprecedented, unheard-of, new ways of thinking that followed.

"Ugh—" After a dry heave, Su Luo was suspended in mid-air by the restraints. Salta, who had just arrived, reacted quickly and pulled her out of the restraints, but Su Luo couldn't even take off her helmet.

Sweat streamed down her forehead, mingling with her tears. Finally, a wave of intense nausea washed over her, and Su Luo could no longer control herself, vomiting directly onto Salta.

Despite his heavy heart, Salta showed no sign of disgust. He put his arm around Sulo and patted his back with one hand.

“Take it… After you kill someone with it, don’t mention my name at all…” Sulo slumped against Salta’s shoulder, breathing heavily, and said in an extremely weak voice.

......

Storms raged. In the pitch-black rain, several biplane helicopters blared their spotlights, all aimed at Tianhuo, who was being slowly towed out by transport machinery.

Located dozens of kilometers off the coast of Zhenxing Island, Salta and Sulo were invited to board a military helicopter and successfully reached the deck of a cargo ship that had been emptied of its cargo on the edge of the storm. Despite the low visibility, it did not prevent him from identifying the large number of ships behind the cargo ship.

That was an entire aircraft carrier strike group.

Leaning against Salta, Sulo unconsciously gripped his arm. Despite being wrapped in a thick blanket, her body seemed still reeling from the severe injuries she had just sustained.

Once the plane had landed on the cargo ship, Salta stepped onto the deck and angrily questioned the soldiers around him: "What the hell are you guys up to? Why didn't you give us any advance warning? I've never heard of such a large-scale military operation being organized from above!"

However, when faced with Salta's questioning, the soldiers just laughed and joked. One of them replied nonchalantly, "Don't you know? The savage deer tribe is getting more and more arrogant and domineering. They're practically taking advantage of our kindness. So the higher-ups sent some real guns over, although we all think it's like using a cannon to kill a mosquito."

Faced with the facts, Salta felt a deep sense of powerlessness. In his view, although he didn't share the same sense of identity as the normal Deer Clan, such a careless joke still made him sensitive.

What is the battle plan?

"Well, that'll be handled by the Air Force and Marine Corps. The fleet is only responsible for long-range strikes and transporting supplies... including that big guy, of course." Following the direction they pointed, the Skyfire on the coast had been lifted up by a transport helicopter at some point and was approaching the cargo ship.

Wrapped in a blanket, Su Luo jogged out from under the plane's massive rotor. The howling winds over the sea made her once-flowing hair a chaotic mess, flying wildly through the air.

Despite feeling extremely unwell and having a churning stomach, Sulo still asked Salta in a rare soft voice, "Are you really going to just abandon the people in the city like this?"

Salta shook his head and replied apologetically, "To be honest, I know nothing. Because I wasn't involved in this operation, I can't really explain the specifics."

It wasn't hard to understand that specifically assigning her and Salta to this ship wasn't out of kindness or gratitude; the real purpose was simply to maximize their abilities and value. Thinking this, Su Luo vaguely sensed that the people she was about to deal with would be far from simple.

A "beep beep" sound came from behind the cargo ship, and another plane appeared in the sky, noticeably smaller than the first one. It gradually approached the helipad built on the cargo ship, hovered near the ground for a while, and then landed gracefully.

A figure in the back seat of the plane glanced with interest through the blurry window in the direction of Sulo and Salta. As the storm receded, the two figures appeared and disappeared in the hazy rain, like two lonely souls struggling on the sea.