Chapter 207 Breaking out of the cocoon and taking off into the sky·The flying dragon soaring into the sky (8200)

Push the time back to a few minutes ago.

The main factory building during the fierce battle.

The evacuated workers ran in panic towards the alloy machinery deep inside the factory and hid.

On the periphery of the factory, a special detachment of storm troops is taking advantage of the terrain to fight against the storm.

Although the numbers are overwhelmingly disadvantageous, in the environment they are familiar with, everyone becomes comfortable and comfortable.

The Poachers and the Flare Team, who were besieging from the outside in, did not go all out as they did at the beginning. Instead, they seemed to be dawdling. They were not willing to fight the Storm Troopers who were fighting their last fight. They just opened some distance and started to attack, but they were extremely

There are few close encounters, and if there are any casualties, they will retreat to the starting point.

Under such circumstances, the team leader Novak was one against two, facing the joint attack of Gavert and Damir. Although he was slightly passive during the flash and movement, he was able to advance and retreat freely.

Neither party is in a hurry, they both seem to be waiting for something, and the situation has become deadlocked.

Violent explosions spread everywhere in the extremely sturdy factory building, but it was somewhat like the thunder was louder than the raindrops.

Just when the two parties were tacitly agreeing not to fight each other, the inhuman howl of the poachers escaping from the small factory area was faintly heard.

Gaffert frowned and looked behind him.

A cross-shaped bat flew quickly from not far away, bringing with it a frightened poacher.

"Damir, stop him!"

"Warrior Eagle! Air Slash!"

With a loud shout, Damir knowingly stepped forward and launched a fierce attack. Without holding back, he fought with Novak, allowing Gavert to escape.

"Old...Boss! It's over! It's all over over there!"

The poacher who escaped from the small factory area hugged Gaffert's thigh as soon as he landed. His whole body was shaking like chaff, and he couldn't speak clearly. He just subconsciously repeated "It's all over."

"Good-for-nothing!" In anger, Gavert kicked his subordinates to the ground and shouted angrily, "Speak to me! What happened?!"

The ferocious face was as scary as the previous "evil ghost". Stimulated by the two, the frightened poacher regained his senses a little and stammered: "Then... all the brothers over there... are all dead! Only the remaining ones are left.

There are a few of us! There is an ambush!"

When he heard the word "ambush", Gavert's expression changed, he directly picked up his subordinates from the ground and asked: "Ambush?! How many people are there!"

"One...one!"

"Pa"

With a loud slap in the face, the poacher who had a chance to escape immediately had one cheek swollen.

With the fighter's blow, he felt as if his head had been blown to pieces, and several of his teeth, burnt yellow due to addiction to cigarettes, flew far away and even hit his accomplices not far away.

"A man beat you up like this! You can't even run away? What a bunch of trash! Do you want to die?!"

The tragic situation of his subordinates did not arouse Gaffert's sympathy at all, or he did not have such a thing at all. As he gritted his teeth, his voice became increasingly unable to suppress his anger, but in his anger, there was some fear hidden.

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Could it be the Four Heavenly Kings of the Alliance who are deliberately ambushing here, or... is it the ridiculously powerful Captain of the Storm Troopers?

Squinting his eyes slightly to hide his emotions, he tried his best to stay calm and asked: "Tell me, who is here."

"No, no, no... I don't recognize him! I just know that he is... a very young man! Cough, cough, cough!"

The poacher, who was missing half of his teeth, could hardly speak. After stumbling to answer, his mouth was full of blood and he kept coughing.

"Young man?!" Before Gavert could speak, Damir, who had just exchanged blows with Novak, asked loudly, "Is there another Dream Demon and a Sun Eevee?!"
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The poacher, who was afraid of being crushed to death by Gavert, nodded repeatedly: "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

"Gavert! This is your spy?! Warrior Eagle, Storm! Come and stop him!"

The furious Damir roared, and the Warrior Eagle attacked with all his strength. After exchanging injuries for injuries, he got rid of the entanglement of the strange power and went straight to Gavert's side.

The face covered with burn scars was more frightening than the evil ghost. Even though Damir was in a rage and his strength was no longer what it was before, Gavert was still shocked by the sight.

"You take care of this place for me, and I'll take people to deal with that damn brat!"

His fingers were like sharp swords, poking Gaffert's chest again and again, Damir's anger was beyond words.

"Okay..."

"Don't even think about leaving! Follow me and stop them!"

Just when Gaffert was restrained by Damir and was about to agree subconsciously, a loud shout disrupted their plan.

There was a shallow wound on Novak's face that was scratched by the wind blade. Even with the blessing of the mysterious "Qi", it couldn't completely stop it. The blood flowed down and dyed half of his cheeks red, but it made him more...

Pride.

Taking a deep breath, Novak raised his arms and shouted: "Brother Philio has got the job done! Come with me and hold them back! When the large army comes to support, none of them can even think of running away!"

Before he finished speaking, roars of anger echoed through the workshop.

Although not as powerful as the Stormtroopers themselves, the members stationed here are also carefully selected elites.

With high morale and the same hatred, they looked at the captain who was taking the lead as if the god of war had come to the world. Without any hesitation, they immediately rushed forward like a tiger descending the mountain, fighting with the Flare Team who wanted to evacuate and those who were frightened by the tragic situation of their accomplices.

The poachers are entangled with each other.

No matter how powerful the poaching group is on paper, they can still exert most of their strength in a downwind battle. If there is a slight headwind, their own little calculations will make them have their own plans.

Although they clearly had the upper hand in terms of numbers and strength, they were defeated by sudden counterattacks, losing most of the space in the factory, and were defeated one by one by the formed storm troops.

Novak, who got rid of the entanglement and took the lead in the charge, took just a few breaths to kill two poachers who were considered good players in the group with his own hands. He was full of murderous intent and lacked the gentlemanly demeanor he had in the championship.

Like an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

"Hold it to me! Hold it to me! Kill him!"

The furious Gavert ignored Damir's entanglement and rushed forward with the Hippo King and Dachao Beibi to fight with Novak.

"It's just you?!" Novak shouted fiercely, instead of retreating, he moved forward. His heavy palm fell on Gaffert's arms that he had hurriedly raised, hitting him backwards. "It's just you scum that deserves to die."

, come one, I will kill one!"

The awe-inspiring momentum burst out from the strong body, and even the murderous Gavert was frightened.

"Come here!"

The few poachers who were guarding him hurriedly came to help, and then, with the help of more and less, they managed to fend off the rampaging Novak.

"...What a bunch of...a bunch of trash!"

Cold eyes swept across the chaotic battlefield, and a few elite members of the Flame Team became the mainstay of the battle. Damir, knowing that the situation was reversed, turned around angrily, jumped up, and jumped onto the back of the Warrior Eagle.

"Warrior Eagle, let's go! Even if I am alone, I must complete the mission!"

"Wogu!"

The somewhat tired warrior eagle cheered up, roared, flapped its wings and flew high, carrying Damir towards the small factory area.

A fateful battle is about to begin.

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While the offensive and defensive battle at the Poké Ball Factory is heating up, the battle outside the Aromatherapy Gym is coming to an end.

Dozens of members of Team Flare who were used as cannon fodder were either killed on the spot, or knelt down and begged for surrender, and were all captured by the Aromatherapy Gym and the Aromatherapy Police Team who came for reinforcements.

On the street not far from the battlefield, the dying Bala fell to the ground. In front of her were the angry Commander Cleaver and Ku Bao.

With nowhere to escape, she was unable to fight back under the siege of Nazi and Ge Jihua. She was seriously injured in just a few moments. She had no ability to resist anymore and could only be captured.

"Shua"

The powerful superpower turned into a heavy hammer and hit Barbara's head, knocking her unconscious with one blow.

With a cold face, Nazi retracted her fisted hand and looked at Ge Jihua. There was no joy of victory on her face. She said in a deep voice: "Ge Jihua, I will leave this woman to you. See if you can get rid of her brain."

I'm going to help Filio."

Ge Jihua nodded slightly: "Don't worry, leave it to me. Do you need me to go with you?"

"No need, just find someone to clean up the mess after you go back." The corner of Nazi's mouth raised a stern arc, "I haven't done anything seriously in several years, and all kinds of cats and dogs dare to come to my door. It's time to relax.

Hu Di, let’s go!”

"Huidi!"

Hu Di, who had restrained the light of evolution and returned to his normal form, raised his spoon high. As the blue light flashed, his figure disappeared and reappeared at the entrance of the Aromatherapy Gym nearly one kilometer away.

Riding on the well-prepared police motorcycle, she turned the accelerator and drove away at lightning speed, full of worry.

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Elf Ball Factory, outside the factory building in the small factory area.

The two people, who were supposed to be enemies who were jealous of each other, now stood opposite each other, silently confronting each other.

In one blow, both sides have tested each other's depth, and no one is completely sure of winning.
To be continued...