As Master Kou stepped forward, he took off his uniform jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and used his right hand to pull the fingertips of his left hand!!

"Whoa!"

A layer of artificial leather was pulled off alive and thrown to the ground by Master Kou.

A silver-white purely mechanical left arm appeared and was connected to the shoulder. Master Kou clenched his fist and pulled off the artificial leather on his right hand with his left hand.

Both arms are mechanical prostheses, and the synthetic materials are unknown!

Master Kou stepped forward to an upright cryogenic mechanical cabin and called softly: "Open it!"

"The host has been confirmed and opened!"

The mechanical cabin slowly opened, and a set of silver-white armor hanging inside erupted with a burst of bright light.

Master Kou turned around and took a step back.

"Whoa!"

The thin silver armor slowly opened and began to cover Master Kou's entire body!

"Squeak!"

A sound of mechanical operation was heard, and the armor's helmet lit up.

"Complete running on its own!"

“The prosthesis fit is 91%!”

"Liquid metal storage capacity is 100%!"

"...!"

"Bang!!!"

"Boom!!"

The rocket capsule of the mechanical leg ejected, and Mr. Kou flew into the air, directly smashing the wall on the side of the main building, flying over to the backyard and landing!

Mr. Kou stood in front of the benefactor. He didn't say any nonsense. He just pointed his hand at Zhang Yunxi, Brother Huo, Jiang Xin, and Zhu Qizhen and said, "Come on, the four of you will come together!!"

…

033 On the road in the deserted area.

More than twenty management department suspended combat vehicles suddenly came to a standstill.

In these vehicles, there were 300 management department soldiers, not counting the AI ​​combat equipment they carried.

In the first car, a middle-aged man answered the call and said softly: "Say what you say!"

"Xiao Kou made too much noise and alarmed the higher-ups. Don't go and let him handle it by himself!"

"Yes, it is!"

"That's it!" The other party ended the call.

The middle-aged man immediately turned his head and said: "Cancel the support and go back!"

"Isn't this selling out on teammates?!"

"Aren't teammates just for selling these days?!" The middle-aged man said calmly: "If it weren't for the fact that he has many financial backers, my communicator would have lost signal three hours ago.

…!”?

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Chapter completed!