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"How fragrant..."
"Is this the food from China in the legend? It really deserves the reputation..."
"Shit! How big is this guy's space props? It's not enough to put so many weapons and equipment. He can even carry so much food. "
On the ground floor of the fortress Hall of lakanixiu fortress, Cole, the only black member of the neraque team, peeped into the outside world, spitting and cursing in his heart.
Lin Yu's guess about his ability is a little right. His ability is not a pure escape, but a special space like a bubble can be opened on the ground for human survival. If other people stay in the underground bubble, they still need to consider oxygen and other issues. However, he can directly absorb air through the thick soil and even monitor the outside world, and his sight can be penetrated A wall of stone and earth.
Because of this, he is good at lurking, assassinating, monitoring and so on, but sometimes this effect will bring a little trouble.
Like now Fragrant! It's so delicious!
Chinese cuisine is well-known, and all kinds of carefully prepared fast-moving Chinese food are not mentioned. The super large self heating hot pot surrounded by people at that table is really killing people. The unique spicy taste combined with some unknown spices directly stimulates the taste buds of people, causing saliva to secrete crazily. In addition, he did not eat food, and he was hungry I can't help jumping out and risking my life to take a bite.
God knows how big the knapsack of the broken props division is to pack so many messy things with them. Like most teams, they only think that the finals are also a arena. At least in the city, they don't have any food and clothing. Even if there are portable food that can save space, such as compressed dry food and military food, not everyone has space props. How can they It's also luxurious to pay attention to taste. At most, it's just temporary hunting and tooth sacrifice.
But now it is impossible for him to kill his teeth to satisfy his craving. The abnormal weapon maniac, the propsman, has made the whole fortress strict with various automatic weapons. However, his ability has a defect, that is, it is difficult to move. After all, his ability is not really to travel through the ground, but to open up a special shelter, rather than call it It's better to call it shelter. If you want to move, unless you open up space one by one, you have to be drained.
"Or we'd better kill ourselves and Malcolm. We'll have another chance anyway..."
The fragrance became more and more attractive. In addition, Cole was more and more unable to stay. He murmured, but finally he was not reconciled. He popped his head out of the ground with tentative caution.
Click!
A series of dense guns were loaded in an instant.
As soon as the black Cole's head poked out of one of his head's head, his eyes were only half exposed. Several teams of robots patrolling around him instantly made a sound, and the dense guns were directly aimed at his head.
The most of these guns are Gatling with a strange shape. As one of the top teams, the science and technology team has also studied intelligence. He happens to know this kind of gun - metal storm!
The moment he recognized the guns in the robot's hand, Cole's scalp exploded.
At the beginning, I was shocked by the exaggerated firing speed of these things when I read the intelligence. Although the things in the hands of these robots are not as exaggerated as the props' masters who have space to equip themselves with hundreds of thousands of ammunition, it is still possible for one to shoot tens of thousands of bullets. There are at least a dozen of them on the scene, all of which are fast enough to bury him alive.
Boom!
The type-2 defense robot does not have any unnecessary delay. Adhering to the guard command issued by its master, it pulls the trigger of the gun in its hand as soon as it discovers other creatures. The roar of bullets and the sound of Gatling's barrel are linked together to form a unique low roar similar to the wings of a bee.
Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!
There are special cooperation programs among defense robots. Instead of mindless bombing, all the riding with metal storm hands is not brainless bombing, but relying on the powerful firepower of metal storm to suppress cross coverage and divide into several groups of alternate shooting.
The stone ground was torn off layer by layer by bullet, just like Obsidian after being hit. Pieces of sliced flakes splashed everywhere. The whole lobby of the fortress formed a storm torrent composed of bullets and stone fragments.
After more than 10 seconds, the gunfire stopped suddenly because the target disappeared. The wind stopped and the rain stopped. The whole ground was ploughed to a thick layer, with potholes of different depths and filled with a special concave surface inlaid with bullets.
"Shepard! Falk! Shit
"This madman, do you want to carry so much firepower? Is he ready to fight at any time?"
"Millikan dare to let such a madman enter the territory to participate in the so-called competition. Is it me or the world that is crazy?"
The perfect interpretation of what is a shrinking head tortoise. The moment he looks forward to seeing the gun, he shakes his wits. Cole, who subconsciously retracts the underground space, is in a state of exasperation. He lets out the danger and inner depression just now.He is not confident to carry the same level of terror fire. Awakeners are not a systematic profession. Not everyone can resist bullets or master the ability of protection. Even if those who can participate in the finals have good physical reinforcement and equipment support, I am afraid that only the physical awakened people can resist the fire of metal storm His training and experience as a mercenary made him react in time. Maybe he was beaten to pieces on the spot.
"No! Even if I die, I will be a dead man. "
After a burst of angry scolding, Cole, who was barely able to recover, looked through the front hall of the fortress and looked at the technology team who were having a hot pot dinner in the backyard.
These robots arranged by props master have been caught in a jar. It is impossible to pull out this damned fortress again. The only result is to use a revival opportunity of the competition mechanism to die.
But death is as light as a feather No, early death and late death are all death. In this case, we have to put together some advantages.
So he decided to Rob him!
After estimating the distance, the fierce Cole urged him to recover his full dark energy and opened up a special underground space in the direction of the backyard.
It happens that this fortress is obviously a Chinese courtyard structure. The dining room is the main hall of the backyard, which is not far away from the front hall. It emerges from the newly opened special space. Taking advantage of the gap that robots in the front hall don't respond to, Cole runs. He actually rushes to the table, raises his hand and grabs it. He pours into his mouth before he can see what it is.
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"How fragrant..."
"Is this the food from China in the legend? It really deserves the reputation..."
"Shit! How big is this guy's space props? It's not enough to put so many weapons and equipment. He can even carry so much food. "
On the ground floor of the fortress Hall of lakanixiu fortress, Cole, the only black member of the neraque team, peeped into the outside world, spitting and cursing in his heart.
Lin Yu's guess about his ability is a little right. His ability is not a pure escape, but a special space like a bubble can be opened on the ground for human survival. If other people stay in the underground bubble, they still need to consider oxygen and other issues. However, he can directly absorb air through the thick soil and even monitor the outside world, and his sight can be penetrated A wall of stone and earth.
Because of this, he is good at lurking, assassinating, monitoring and so on, but sometimes this effect will bring a little trouble.
Like now Fragrant! It's so delicious!
Chinese cuisine is well-known, and all kinds of carefully prepared fast-moving Chinese food are not mentioned. The super large self heating hot pot surrounded by people at that table is really killing people. The unique spicy taste combined with some unknown spices directly stimulates the taste buds of people, causing saliva to secrete crazily. In addition, he did not eat food, and he was hungry I can't help jumping out and risking my life to take a bite.
God knows how big the knapsack of the broken props division is to pack so many messy things with them. Like most teams, they only think that the finals are also a arena. At least in the city, they don't have any food and clothing. Even if there are portable food that can save space, such as compressed dry food and military food, not everyone has space props. How can they It's also luxurious to pay attention to taste. At most, it's just temporary hunting and tooth sacrifice.
But now it is impossible for him to kill his teeth to satisfy his craving. The abnormal weapon maniac, the propsman, has made the whole fortress strict with various automatic weapons. However, his ability has a defect, that is, it is difficult to move. After all, his ability is not really to travel through the ground, but to open up a special shelter, rather than call it It's better to call it shelter. If you want to move, unless you open up space one by one, you have to be drained.
"Or we'd better kill ourselves and Malcolm. We'll have another chance anyway..."
The fragrance became more and more attractive. In addition, Cole was more and more unable to stay. He murmured, but finally he was not reconciled. He popped his head out of the ground with tentative caution.
Click!
A series of dense guns were loaded in an instant.
As soon as the black Cole's head poked out of one of his head's head, his eyes were only half exposed. Several teams of robots patrolling around him instantly made a sound, and the dense guns were directly aimed at his head.
The most of these guns are Gatling with a strange shape. As one of the top teams, the science and technology team has also studied intelligence. He happens to know this kind of gun - metal storm!
The moment he recognized the guns in the robot's hand, Cole's scalp exploded.
At the beginning, I was shocked by the exaggerated firing speed of these things when I read the intelligence. Although the things in the hands of these robots are not as exaggerated as the props' masters who have space to equip themselves with hundreds of thousands of ammunition, it is still possible for one to shoot tens of thousands of bullets. There are at least a dozen of them on the scene, all of which are fast enough to bury him alive.
Boom!
The type-2 defense robot does not have any unnecessary delay. Adhering to the guard command issued by its master, it pulls the trigger of the gun in its hand as soon as it discovers other creatures. The roar of bullets and the sound of Gatling's barrel are linked together to form a unique low roar similar to the wings of a bee.
Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!
There are special cooperation programs among defense robots. Instead of mindless bombing, all the riding with metal storm hands is not brainless bombing, but relying on the powerful firepower of metal storm to suppress cross coverage and divide into several groups of alternate shooting.
The stone ground was torn off layer by layer by bullet, just like Obsidian after being hit. Pieces of sliced flakes splashed everywhere. The whole lobby of the fortress formed a storm torrent composed of bullets and stone fragments.
After more than 10 seconds, the gunfire stopped suddenly because the target disappeared. The wind stopped and the rain stopped. The whole ground was ploughed to a thick layer, with potholes of different depths and filled with a special concave surface inlaid with bullets.
"Shepard! Falk! Shit
"This madman, do you want to carry so much firepower? Is he ready to fight at any time?"
"Millikan dare to let such a madman enter the territory to participate in the so-called competition. Is it me or the world that is crazy?"
The perfect interpretation of what is a shrinking head tortoise. The moment he looks forward to seeing the gun, he shakes his wits. Cole, who subconsciously retracts the underground space, is in a state of exasperation. He lets out the danger and inner depression just now.He is not confident to carry the same level of terror fire. Awakeners are not a systematic profession. Not everyone can resist bullets or master the ability of protection. Even if those who can participate in the finals have good physical reinforcement and equipment support, I am afraid that only the physical awakened people can resist the fire of metal storm His training and experience as a mercenary made him react in time. Maybe he was beaten to pieces on the spot.
"No! Even if I die, I will be a dead man. "
After a burst of angry scolding, Cole, who was barely able to recover, looked through the front hall of the fortress and looked at the technology team who were having a hot pot dinner in the backyard.
These robots arranged by props master have been caught in a jar. It is impossible to pull out this damned fortress again. The only result is to use a revival opportunity of the competition mechanism to die.
But death is as light as a feather No, early death and late death are all death. In this case, we have to put together some advantages.
So he decided to Rob him!
After estimating the distance, the fierce Cole urged him to recover his full dark energy and opened up a special underground space in the direction of the backyard.
It happens that this fortress is obviously a Chinese courtyard structure. The dining room is the main hall of the backyard, which is not far away from the front hall. It emerges from the newly opened special space. Taking advantage of the gap that robots in the front hall don't respond to, Cole runs. He actually rushes to the table, raises his hand and grabs it. He pours into his mouth before he can see what it is.
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"How fragrant..." "Is this the food from China in the legend? It really deserves the reputation..." "Shit! How big is this guy's space props? It's not enough to put so many weapons and equipment. He can even carry so much food. " On the ground floor of the fortress Hall of lakanixiu fortress, Cole, the only black member of the neraque team, peeped into the outside world, spitting and cursing in his heart. Lin Yu's guess about his ability is a little right. His ability is not a pure escape, but a special space like a bubble can be opened on the ground for human survival. If other people stay in the underground bubble, they still need to consider oxygen and other issues. However, he can directly absorb air through the thick soil and even monitor the outside world, and his sight can be penetrated A wall of stone and earth. Because of this, he is good at lurking, assassinating, monitoring and so on, but sometimes this effect will bring a little trouble. Like now Fragrant! It's so delicious! Chinese cuisine is well-known, and all kinds of carefully prepared fast-moving Chinese food are not mentioned. The super large self heating hot pot surrounded by people at that table is really killing people. The unique spicy taste combined with some unknown spices directly stimulates the taste buds of people, causing saliva to secrete crazily. In addition, he did not eat food, and he was hungry I can't help jumping out and risking my life to take a bite. God knows how big the knapsack of the broken props division is to pack so many messy things with them. Like most teams, they only think that the finals are also a arena. At least in the city, they don't have any food and clothing. Even if there are portable food that can save space, such as compressed dry food and military food, not everyone has space props. How can they It's also luxurious to pay attention to taste. At most, it's just temporary hunting and tooth sacrifice. But now it is impossible for him to kill his teeth to satisfy his craving. The abnormal weapon maniac, the propsman, has made the whole fortress strict with various automatic weapons. However, his ability has a defect, that is, it is difficult to move. After all, his ability is not really to travel through the ground, but to open up a special shelter, rather than call it It's better to call it shelter. If you want to move, unless you open up space one by one, you have to be drained. "Or we'd better kill ourselves and Malcolm. We'll have another chance anyway..." The fragrance became more and more attractive. In addition, Cole was more and more unable to stay. He murmured, but finally he was not reconciled. He popped his head out of the ground with tentative caution. Click! A series of dense guns were loaded in an instant. As soon as the black Cole's head poked out of one of his head's head, his eyes were only half exposed. Several teams of robots patrolling around him instantly made a sound, and the dense guns were directly aimed at his head. The most of these guns are Gatling with a strange shape. As one of the top teams, the science and technology team has also studied intelligence. He happens to know this kind of gun - metal storm! The moment he recognized the guns in the robot's hand, Cole's scalp exploded. At the beginning, I was shocked by the exaggerated firing speed of these things when I read the intelligence. Although the things in the hands of these robots are not as exaggerated as the props' masters who have space to equip themselves with hundreds of thousands of ammunition, it is still possible for one to shoot tens of thousands of bullets. There are at least a dozen of them on the scene, all of which are fast enough to bury him alive. Boom! The type-2 defense robot does not have any unnecessary delay. Adhering to the guard command issued by its master, it pulls the trigger of the gun in its hand as soon as it discovers other creatures. The roar of bullets and the sound of Gatling's barrel are linked together to form a unique low roar similar to the wings of a bee. Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa! There are special cooperation programs among defense robots. Instead of mindless bombing, all the riding with metal storm hands is not brainless bombing, but relying on the powerful firepower of metal storm to suppress cross coverage and divide into several groups of alternate shooting. The stone ground was torn off layer by layer by bullet, just like Obsidian after being hit. Pieces of sliced flakes splashed everywhere. The whole lobby of the fortress formed a storm torrent composed of bullets and stone fragments. After more than 10 seconds, the gunfire stopped suddenly because the target disappeared. The wind stopped and the rain stopped. The whole ground was ploughed to a thick layer, with potholes of different depths and filled with a special concave surface inlaid with bullets. "Shepard! Falk! Shit "This madman, do you want to carry so much firepower? Is he ready to fight at any time?" "Millikan dare to let such a madman enter the territory to participate in the so-called competition. Is it me or the world that is crazy?" The perfect interpretation of what is a shrinking head tortoise. The moment he looks forward to seeing the gun, he shakes his wits. Cole, who subconsciously retracts the underground space, is in a state of exasperation. He lets out the danger and inner depression just now.He is not confident to carry the same level of terror fire. Awakeners are not a systematic profession. Not everyone can resist bullets or master the ability of protection. Even if those who can participate in the finals have good physical reinforcement and equipment support, I am afraid that only the physical awakened people can resist the fire of metal storm His training and experience as a mercenary made him react in time. Maybe he was beaten to pieces on the spot. "No! Even if I die, I will be a dead man. " After a burst of angry scolding, Cole, who was barely able to recover, looked through the front hall of the fortress and looked at the technology team who were having a hot pot dinner in the backyard. These robots arranged by props master have been caught in a jar. It is impossible to pull out this damned fortress again. The only result is to use a revival opportunity of the competition mechanism to die. But death is as light as a feather No, early death and late death are all death. In this case, we have to put together some advantages. So he decided to Rob him! After estimating the distance, the fierce Cole urged him to recover his full dark energy and opened up a special underground space in the direction of the backyard. It happens that this fortress is obviously a Chinese courtyard structure. The dining room is the main hall of the backyard, which is not far away from the front hall. It emerges from the newly opened special space. Taking advantage of the gap that robots in the front hall don't respond to, Cole runs. He actually rushes to the table, raises his hand and grabs it. He pours into his mouth before he can see what it is. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
