Honkai: Fire Moth Herrschers

Left leg, right leg, overlapping, how many positions had he changed already?

Lezlun didn't count in his mind, only feeling his calves were a bit numb. He gave a look, and Lao Ba beside him froze for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward and gently massaged his legs.

Although Lezlun's appearance was very annoying, no one paid attention to him anymore.

He voluntarily gave up his authority, and the ordinary staff officers of the General Staff didn't dare to make any moves. In the end, under the initiative of Pro and Elvin, the five rapid reaction squad captains formed a temporary handling agency.

Of course, the main persons in charge were Ato and Himeko—after all, whether in terms of military rank, position, contribution, prestige, or seniority, after excluding Vasak, Lezlun, and Dr. Mei, they were the two most likely leaders of Fire Moth.

"Have all the transfer records of the past month been reviewed?"

Himeko asked.

"We've reviewed them three times back and forth, and there are no abnormal records."

"How is that possible? Could this assassination have been planned a month ago?"

That was impossible. A month ago, Kevin hadn't undergone Meta-Morph surgery. To kill him, only an ordinary sniper rifle was needed, and there was no need to use such rare resources.

After all, this type of experimental weapon was scarce, and the control was very strict, and the records were also very detailed. If you wanted to tamper with it, no matter how powerful you were, you would leave clues.

While instructing to expand the scope of the review to within three months, Himeko and Ato personally checked the borrowing records of the ZH08 electromagnetic gun within one month.

After nearly half an hour, they both raised their heads at the same time, exchanged glances, and shook their heads at each other.

Karabis and Karabiya came over again. The latter shook the tablet in her hand and said with a smug tone: "The three-month records still have no problem. My brother and I arbitrarily expanded the scope of review to half a year, a year, but didn't find any problems. So we arbitrarily called up all the records of this weapon since its design, a total of 15 months, and finally found something."

"What?"

"This weapon was developed by Dr. Mei—how ironic. But, can I just say, worthy of Dr. Mei? Within a week after the first experimental product was put into testing, almost all the problems exposed by the experimental product were solved. But this weapon is ultimately too awkward in its positioning. It's not convenient for individual control, and it's too expensive to be applied to mechs. Overall, it's still not as good as the 270mm railgun… ahem, I digress, Captain Ato, Captain Himeko, guess where the first experimental electromagnetic gun and the two experimental bullets went?"

Ato and Himeko sighed in unison.

"If nothing unexpected happened, it's Poison Cocoon, right?"

"It's Vasak, right?"

"Exactly, the experimental electromagnetic gun and the remaining Soul Steel guided bullet were finally transferred to Poison Cocoon by Vasak."

The four's gazes crossed. The other three captains were watching from the outer circle. They naturally heard the conversation, but they also knew that the decision should be made by Ato and Himeko. They didn't have the right to intervene.

Of course, for those who still didn't fully understand the situation, perhaps they were happy with this.

This time, Himeko actively looked at Ato. The latter naturally understood the meaning in her eyes, but the former seemed to want to emphasize her opinion, and even expressed her thoughts directly in subtle words:

"Ato, we all know Vasak has some bad habits, like greed—he often collects weapons within his authority range to equip his Poison Cocoon. Moreover, judging by the time, it's too early."

These words, especially the second half of the sentence, didn't make much logical sense:

I bought a sword a year ago, and only after a year did I identify my target and use this sword to kill the target. Am I not guilty?

But this was not her original intention. She was silently reminding Ato: it was not appropriate to involve Poison Cocoon at this time, unnecessarily expanding the scope of the conflict.

Ato understood, he understood, but when he turned around, everyone's gazes were focused on them. The previous words had already been known by a small number of people, and spread like a plague among more people.

And this was just inside the war room, what about the network? It was too late to block the network now. Soon, all members of Fire Moth would know one fact—the electromagnetic sniper rifle that assassinated Captain Kevin came from Poison Cocoon.

There was no other choice.

Himeko wanted to preempt him and issue an order, but he stopped her.

"I'll do it."

He said softly.

"First Squad, immediately blockade the Poison Cocoon dormitory area. All those who act inappropriately… try to persuade them first. Don't fire without orders, and don't cause casualties."

"Woo—woo—woo—"

The alarm lights in the base flashed with blood-like red light. The alarm rang for three rounds. But don't misunderstand, although the number of rounds was the same as when a Herrscher appeared, the Herrscher's alarm sound was sharp and piercing, like a metal's helpless wail under immense external pressure.

This alarm was dull and lengthy, like someone hitting a thin metal pipe wall from the inside.

First Squad, no, the squad just habitually continued the previous name of the unit. Now the number of soldiers under its command had expanded more than ten times, accompanied by a large number of drone mechs—the number of drone mechs even exceeded the number of soldiers.

This was because Dr. Mei had implanted Zero's branch terminal in these mechs. With Zero's powerful computing power, it could automatically control thousands of mechs.

According to the blueprints found in Vasak's office, and the identification of Deputy Adjutant Pro, who was once from Poison Cocoon, the First Squad quickly surrounded all the exits of the Poison Cocoon underground base.

Hundreds of Poison Cocoon members, who almost never saw the light of day, woke up according to their usual schedule, washed up briefly, and walked out of the prison-like dormitory, preparing to meet a day of training and missions, but what faced them were dark muzzles and the cold metal bodies of mechs.

Immer hid his figure among the crowd. After the initial commotion, everyone was forced to calm down and gathered in the corridor of the dormitory area.

Although most of the members of Poison Cocoon were serious criminals, rebelliousness and violence were already ingrained in these people's bones, but they weren't fools either—unarmed, what would they use to fight against those who were fully armed?

Besides, they didn't even know what had happened.

But this was only a temporary phenomenon. Immer knew these people best. Tigers and leopards would first arch their bodies before hunting. When a supernova exploded, it would also collapse inward first. These people were like silent gourds at this time, in fact, it was a precursor to the outburst of anger.

He lowered his head, since everyone habitually put on masks, he now looked no different from the other hundreds of Poison Cocoon.

"My name is Cybaris. If I remember correctly, I should be the Venomous Worm with the longest service among those present. Would you guys be willing to hear me out?"

A burly man walked to the center in a swaggering manner.

The badge on his shoulder was marked with a serial number—09. Generally speaking, the earlier the serial number, the earlier the person joined, of course, there were exceptions to some special serial numbers, such as 07, that was purely Vasak's bad taste.

The Venomous Worm, who called himself Cybaris, took off his mask against the rules—in Poison Cocoon, there was an unspoken rule that no Venomous Worm member would reveal their face in front of others. This meant both a break from their past, and a kind of protection for their family.

After all, the target of Poison Cocoon' work was [our own people]. The definition of this term was very broad. Fire Moth was [our own people], wasn't Poison Cocoon also their own people?

If you accidentally revealed your face and name, it was hard to say whether your dear teammates would follow the clues to find your relatives and friends, and then…

But now this man not only took off his mask, but also revealed his name.

"I have served in Poison Cocoon for twenty years. Although I am not from the first batch of people who served, I am definitely the most senior among those who survived!"

He was clearly using a cadence and tone, but his lips were pursed into a straight line, hardly moving up and down.

Immer raised his head slightly and quickly glanced at him. This middle-aged man's eyes were full of excitement and agitation, like flies smelling a rotten smell. Although his lips didn't move much, the flesh on his cheeks was twitching slightly.

The lights overhead clearly illuminated his slightly weathered face, naturally not missing the sesame-sized pores, and the shiny oil between the pores.

"What do you want to do!"

Someone shouted softly. Immer instinctively looked in the direction of the voice, but couldn't distinguish who was shouting.

"Just power." Immer silently gave the answer for Cybaris in his heart.

Some people were like this. They weren't suited for, and didn't want to, live in peaceful times. They hoped their lives were filled with treacherous changes, seeking that sliver of wealth and honor.

Immer sighed imperceptibly, and looked around warily, for fear that someone would notice his movements.

"Very simple, we need to understand what happened outside? Why did Vasak stop caring about us? So we need to negotiate with the people outside. I think I have this ability and seniority."

Immer couldn't stop sighing in his heart—useless, useless, this was already doomed…

But the Poison Cocoon had made their choice. They raised their thumbs around Cybaris. This was a sign of agreement and obedience—but don't misunderstand, it didn't mean that these people were willing to submit to him.

Most Poison Cocoon had the mentality of letting someone test the waters, half-heartedly encouraging this guy to go out.

As for Immer, who didn't react, no one cared about him, because there were indeed many Poison Cocoon like him who didn't care about this matter.

He was just silently counting in his heart.

One…

Two…

Three…

…

After all, if a gun appeared in a story, then it inevitably had to be fired.

The same was true for mechs, right?