Heidfield is destined to have no sleep tonight.

Luxurious flying cars are speeding along the criss-crossing roads, heading to different destinations. The mansions are brightly lit, and there is a constant flow of cars and people.

The conference room was filled with smoke, and the air circulation system needed to be turned on to the maximum to keep the air fresh. Pot after pot of coffee was brewed, and cup after cup of tea was brewed, all within a short period of time.

The people whose eyes were red from the boil were wiped out.

These dignitaries, who were usually aloof, gathered together and watched this fierce and chaotic battle through the images transmitted from several surveillance satellites that could only be obtained with special permissions.

Some of their faces were solemn, some were gloating, some were shocked, or some were worried.

They discussed, analyzed, speculated, and even argued, spreading all kinds of rumors unknowingly.

On the satellite screen, warehouses and goods were ignited and burned. The entire Jiaolong Industrial Zone had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The fire reflected the sky in the industrial area red, and also reflected the faces of everyone in front of the satellite surveillance screen.

If you just look at the picture, no one would have thought that under the collapsed industrial area factories and warehouses, one of the combatants turned out to be only twenty mechas. Their opponents had two full mechas.

A battalion, plus forty mysterious special mechas.

The superiority and inferiority in numbers did not make the battle one-sided.

On the contrary, the ruins in the Jiaolong Industrial Zone, the violent explosions and the almost violent exchange of fire proved that this was an evenly matched battle.

On the terrace of Muma Mountain Villa, the night breeze blew. Barbara sat quietly in the rocking chair, her figure blending into the night, like a lifeless ghost.

On the door leading to the terrace from the conference room, a pane of glass is pure and transparent, as if it were nothing.

Through the glass door, Barbara could clearly see the satellite surveillance screen. She could also see the people in the Kelly family living room on the communication screen.

There was not much wind at night, but her hands and feet felt cold.

In the warm conference room, the faces of Old Miller and others were extremely ugly. The purple mechas deliberately thrown into the open space after being destroyed were slaps on their left faces. And the communication screen

On the other side, the excited roars of young people such as McCarthy, Smith, Gillian and David were slaps on their right faces.

One after another!

A bone-chilling chill swept through her whole body. Barbara wrung her fingers vigorously to suppress her anger, humiliation, and deep and irresistible feeling of powerlessness.

In order to take revenge and kill the fat man, she had used all the power she could muster at the moment.

She used the hidden Gambhir to declare peace in the name of the president. She used the garrison, in addition to an armored regiment of Davis, there were also two battalions of Ajlar's Karamay Armored Regiment. And in order to

One blow was fatal, and she even sent forty [Final Judgment] vehicles!

However, all these efforts have yielded only failure and humiliation.

Barbara bit her lip tightly, with a pair of slanted phoenix eyes shining with a vicious and crazy light.

She couldn't understand.

It was obvious that the fat man was driving a flying car with no combat effectiveness. It was obvious that there were only twenty [Rampage] beside him whose combat effectiveness would never be higher than that of the [Final Judgment].

But..............

Why, what exploded in the dust and smoke was Aguilar’s ​​god-given sword!

Why was it that the person who was thrown out and humiliated in a way that was almost exposed as a corpse was the [Final Judgment] that he originally thought he would be invincible?

That is a super mecha that is more advanced in technology than the Judger that Sobol currently has!

Each one of them is a little girl, relying on the resources of the Cyborg Project and the Binart Empire to extract the essence of creation from thousands of experimental "losers" and almost a huge amount of funds and materials.

Why, that fat man and his gang of militiamen have stronger vitality than cockroaches, but they just can’t die?!

Why?!

"Because it's easy to be fooled by becoming a gift from the gods." In Logic's cockpit, the fat man squeezed between An Lei and Margaret, who were already blushing with shame, and explained seriously.

"Damn it, Fatty, you did it on purpose!" Margaret, whose soft body was forced to cling to Fatty's body, pinched Fatty's ears hard, "Don't think I don't know, logic can be arbitrary as long as there is a structural diagram.

Change. The reason why you choose God’s Gift instead of the long sword is because the cockpit of this kind of mecha is small!”

"Really?" The fat man suddenly realized.

Seeing Margaret's anger, An Lei on the side covered her face with her hands, her flowers trembling.

At this moment, Logic, who didn't look so shabby in appearance, was mingling with a group of Feiyang mechas to help rescue the wounded. The fat man held an injured Feiyang mecha in one hand and ran as fast as he could.

The doctors and nurses next to the medical mecha rushed over and hurriedly took over the wounded.

Facing the water handed to the cockpit by a beautiful female nurse, the fat man waved his hand solemnly, turned around and threw himself into the sea of ​​burning fire and collapsed houses, leaving only a tall figure behind.

Until they were very far away, An Lei and Margaret could still see the obsessed and admiring eyes of the pretty female nurse standing quietly behind them through the screen of the observer.

"Damn Fatty, how long are you going to play?"

Margaret almost went crazy when she saw the fat man quietly sneaking into a Feiyang mecha team, rummaging here and there, searching for the "flying car".

"It's only after three o'clock now, it's still early before dawn." The fat man looked at the time, "We go to bed so early, I'm so sorry."

Logic, who was walking at the end of the team, lifted up a brick on the side of the road and examined it carefully.

If the Feiyang fighter in front turned around at this time, he would probably go crazy. He was not looking for a flying car, he was looking for a cockroach!

"I'm sleepy." Margaret tilted her head on the fat man's arm angrily. She really didn't have the energy to continue talking to this evil bastard.

After only two seconds, Margaret started laughing. She tilted her head and found that An Lei on the other side of the fat man was looking at her quietly with a pair of watery eyes. She couldn't help but look at each other.

He laughed loudly: "If Barbara knew that we were like this, she would be pissed to death!"

Hearing Barbara's name, An Lei, who had always been as gentle as water, turned cold. And the honest face of the fat man next to her revealed a hint of hatred that could not be concealed.

"So angry? She can't enjoy such a cheap way to die!"

The fat man said calmly.

There was no harshness or any intense tone, as if he was just stating a fact that could not cause any emotional fluctuations.

However, in the eyes of An Lei and Margaret, at this time, he was like an honest citizen who had been oppressed to the extreme. He finally rebounded from fear, cowardice and silence, and went crazy towards the strong men who beat him.

He waved the kitchen knife in his hand.

"Tonight is not over yet," his eyes danced in the fire. "I want to slowly humiliate her!"

Twenty bandits were on the rampage, wandering in the firelight and darkness.

On a frontal battlefield where armored clusters are galloping around, Hengxing may be just a sharper knife and a stronger shield. However, on such a hunting ground, Hengxing is a dagger in the dark, a breaking weapon.

Empty hidden arrows, every time you take a shot, you will definitely see blood!

The mecha's engine power, attack power, defense power and other performance are not the absolute factors that determine combat effectiveness.

If you can't see your opponent, and if you don't react until your opponent is already close to you, you won't be able to resist even if you're driving a 13th or even 15th generation mecha.

That's twenty devils...twenty devils with invisibility technology, hummingbird-assisted gun technology and magnetometer technology!

They are the most dangerous weapons in the dark.

And those who drive and control them are the world's top mecha warriors, and they are also terrorists who have followed a fat man with unrestrained imagination and learned countless insidious combat methods to defeat the sap!

They can easily disappear into the dust and darkness with the help of invisible coating technology and hummingbird deodorizers.

In an environment with poor visibility, you would never know that the dusty wall opposite and the machine covered with broken bricks and tiles in front of it is actually a mecha.

You don't even know that a black devil is hiding in a place that you think is insurmountable and cannot be hidden by mechas, spying on you.

They can use this technology to disappear, and they can also use these technologies to suddenly appear in front of you, as fast as lightning, and as fast as thunder, killing everyone including you in the time when your eyelids only have time to blink.

The mecha immediately disappeared without a trace.

Like a ghost.

The sharp increase in casualties caused the Kalamai Armored Regiment to shrink its formation and avoid acting alone.

The destruction of several mechas in succession also made those purple mechas more vigilant. Under the order of their commander, they organized five mechas into a small team to fight together.

The battle has progressed to this point and entered a new stage.

Hargrove was quietly lurking at the open door of a warehouse. Half of the rampant machine was integrated into the wall beside the warehouse, while the other half transformed into a scene of the goods and passages inside the warehouse, like a transparent

fish.

In the distance, there was a rush of footsteps and the explosion of an energy cannon hitting the ground.

"Here we come!" Wagstaff's voice came from the communicator.

Hargrove listened to several rapid breathing sounds that appeared almost simultaneously on the communication channel, pursed his lips, and stared like a wolf at the corner of the road not far from the warehouse.

"Mountbatten and I killed three together, what about you?"

"Both of me."

"I am the only one."

"Blackman and I have the most, six!"

"Everything is hidden?"

"Of course, just wait for the fat man's order and throw them out together with those grandsons."

"Where do you think these purple guys come from?" Monson's voice sounded in the communicator: "The feeling of fighting is very similar to those elites with better skills in the Arbiter."

"Who knows! Never mind him!" Hargrove said coldly.

In the field of vision, a Hengxing that was fighting and escaping had appeared. Behind Hengxing were five purple mechas.

Two of them pursued and killed, while the other three jumped all the way to guard the two wings.

Hargrove's hand was tightly holding the control rod of the mecha's gun. He watched his opponent approaching the ambush circle step by step, and spat fiercely: "It's rare to see Fatty Commander so angry..."

...Since he gave the order, we will kill him!"

The mecha suddenly swept out of the hiding spot.
Chapter completed!