Chapter 7

So the soldiers on the roof don't intend to stay here for long?

Fernande's remark brought a sigh of relief to Jack's mind.

As nice as this place is, it's high up, and the only way to the roof is through the hallway.

As long as the building is blocked, no more enemies can rush up.

But the Planetary Defense Force soldiers on the roof of the building were in no condition to die on the roof.

Because they were trapped on the roof of the building, they could not get supplies.

You can't fight for long without supplies.

On the way up, Jack realized he couldn't stay on the roof for long.

Once surrounded by a large-scale gene stealer, there wasn't even a back way to retreat.

Now, well, the soldiers weren't going to die on the roof of the building, which eliminated a lot of the hassle.

Jack isn't very good at convincing people.

After all, in the real world, he was a bit of a nerd.

May there be a next step? Jack asked.

Fernand replied, Now that communications are poor, the only way to have a chance of survival might be to head to the Starport, which is a natural haven, and the Viceroy would never give up on that place.

Jack looked toward the tall tower in the distance.

Indeed, traveling to Starport now is the best option.

Because Starport is the only avenue out of Kroa.

If the Starport had fallen, the humans still alive would have been trapped on the planet.

However, there is a problem with this.

Since the gene stealers started the rebellion, they were prepared for anything.

A place as important as the Starport is bound to be a prime target for gene stealers.

Why is the communication not working? Is it that you can't receive signals from the outside world, or is it some other reason?

There was a presence of communication among the soldiers on the roof.

The backpack radio on his back was striking, and a glance at it told him of his military position.

Fernande glanced back at the comm who was sitting against the wall not far away, clutching his radio.

He explains that in the previous battle, the communicator's radio was hit by a mutant's laser rifle and was badly damaged, and because there were no replacement parts, it has not been repaired until now.

Turns out the reason for the poor communications was because the radio was down.

Turning around, Jack looked over at the communications officer sitting against the wall, not far away, pounding away at the radio in his arms.

After a moment's thought, Jack made his way over to the communicator.

He's a mechanic; he should have no problem fixing the tiny radio.

Show me!

Coming to the communicator, Jack addressed him.

At that, the communicator looked up.

With a tense look on his face, he clutched the radio in his arms and shook his head.

Seeing that the communications officer wouldn't give him the radio, Jack asked, Can you fix it?

Glancing down at the radio in his arms, a flicker of hesitation flashed in the communicator's eyes.

Eventually, he shook his head.

Let me give it a try; I've learned the appropriate mechatronics.

Looked at Jack, then at the radio in his arms.

Eventually, the correspondent surrendered the radio.

The radio station wasn't big, like a small backpack.

A charred hole about five centimeters in diameter appeared in the small right corner of the backpack.

There is no doubt that the original owner of the radio has been sacrificed.

Jack carried the radio to a metal pier and placed it on it.

Lord Alpha, can it be repaired?

Fernande followed with the communications officer.

Fernande didn't realize that the Alpha Lord in front of him could repair radios.

My name is Jack. Just call me Jack!

Jack scrutinized the radio station in front of him.

All sorts of data instantly surfaced in Jack's eyes.

The extent of damage to each part shows its information.

A mechanic's natural ability is to datamaterialize everything mechanical.

Just as Fernande and the communications officer watched, Jack skillfully disassembled the radio.

In no time at all, Jack disassembles the radio into a state of parts.

Seeing Jack skillfully disassemble the radio, Fernande looked in awe.

Lord Jack is quite versatile.

The communications officer on the sidelines looked mortified.

Although he was a communicator, his radio was never far away.

However, I have no knowledge of how the radio works and will only do some simple maintenance.

Only the technological priests of the Mechanical Theocracy are capable of repairing damaged radios.

Could it be that Lord Jack is a technological priest?

No, how can that be? Tech-priests aren't like Lord Jack.

After disassembling the radio into parts, Jack began to repair it.

Due to the lack of materials, it is impossible to fully restore the radio station.

Only the original materials in the radio can be utilized to allow the radio to regain basic communication functions.

Well, now there's just one thing missing to complete the restoration.

About ten minutes later, Jack was done.

The radio, which was originally in a parts state, has been assembled.

After this was done, Jack looked around the roof of the building.

Eventually, his eyes settled on the electrical substation equipment, which was not far away.

Just as Fernande, the communicator, looked puzzled, Jack made his way toward the transformer.

Coming to the transformer, Jack raised his hand.

Click ...

Only a click was heard as the metal protective shell of the transformer was torn apart out of thin air.

The wreckage flew around and fell to the ground.

Jack flicked his wrist again.

The variation is just as good as being torn by an invisible hand.

It was torn apart in layers, revealing the electrical components inside the Jack.

The scene caught the eyes of all the soldiers.

The only thing in their eyes was awe.

Is this the power of the Alpha? It's unbelievable.

Eventually, a small piece of copper tubing flew out of the ruined transformer and into Jack's hands.

Taking the brass, Jack returned to the radio.

Plugged the brass into the hole that had been punched through the small right corner of the radio.

Well, give it a try!

Getting up and standing straight, Jack sidestepped out of the way.

At that, the communications officer rushed forward and pounded away for a while.

Within a few moments, a burst of electromagnetic tones rang out over the radio.

The communicator's upper face lit up with joy.

He hastened to report to Fernande that the radio was back in operation and was searching for a signal.

The moment the communication soldier's words came out, the soldiers on the roof of the building had joyful looks on their faces.

In these desperate times, there could not be a more worthy source of excitement than this news.

With the radio, they can get what's going on out there.

With a radio, you can contact Command.

No good, it's the mutants, they're coming ...

Just then, one of the soldiers at the parapet suddenly gave a warning.

The soldiers on the roof of the building turned pale and rushed to the parapet at the edge of the building.

Immediately contact Command, all hands combat ready!

Fernande, who was the Captain, reacted immediately.

He gave the order to prepare for battle and headed for the edge of the roof with his gun.

Meanwhile, a large number of gene stealers appeared in the streets in front and behind the tall buildings.

They roared like wild animals and ran wildly through the streets in packs.

The numbers were so great that, at a glance, the streets were black with running figures.

There are some swifter monsters among the gene stealers.

They are faster and charge to the front.

They rushed downstairs and climbed along the outside wall as if they were geckos.

Their numbers were in the hundreds.