CIA safe house.

"Alpha, they're starting."

On the screen, countless alien figures appeared in the dilapidated warehouse. The neatly arranged iron coffins were opened. With the sound of mechanical sounds, iron giants sat up from the iron coffins.

The translator watched the aliens get into the power armor, turned his head and pointed at the screen, picked up the headphones and microphone, and started a long discussion:

"Okay, everyone has seen how advanced the technology of these aliens is... But now I'm not talking about this."

After the translator said, he paused: "I know you are wondering why you are provoking these aliens? Are you willing to let the lives of this city suffer just to get this armor?"

"No, if we don't improve our strength, the entire earth will be trapped in hell... The protection of the Als is not permanent! They will soon get what they want..."

"...When they get what they want, the agreement between the earthlings and them will expire... They will no longer shelter us, but will no longer invade us..."

"However, the Als are afraid of nuclear weapons, but there are many civilizations on the entire star road that do not care about nuclear weapons - such as star pirates, such as certain slave civilizations. They do not want to occupy the earth, they only need slaves."

"We must become stronger in a short period of time! In order to create this opportunity, our motherland has paid an unimaginable price, so... no matter what method is used! No matter how much sacrifice is made, we must succeed!"

Speaking of this, the translator paused and continued:

"...I will repeat the mission goal again: Barber 1, Barber 2, your goal is the 'Titan', Barber 3 supports it. Once the main goal cannot be achieved, Barber 3 will immediately take away a power armor... Be careful to be concealed and wait for the signal."

"Barber 1 received."

"Barber 2 received."

"Barber 3 received."

"…Hu…” The translator took off his headset, took a deep breath, rubbed his cheeks hard, and muttered to himself: "Success or failure is here..."

...

"boom!!"

The high-explosive bomb exploded a gap in the low wall, and suddenly countless machine gun bullets flew in along the gap, knocking a werewolf whose legs were pressed under the stone and unable to escape into a sieve.

"Bang!"

"ah--"

After a crisp gunshot, a Malay soldier responded and fell down.

The black-faced man carried the weapons he stolen from the French and carefully changed places.

"This thing is not as good as a cannon fodder gun... the sound is so loud." The black-faced man was very dissatisfied with the weapons in his hands. However, there was no other thing to replace it for the time being, so he had to use it.

"boom!!"

"Phhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The black-faced man vomited out the ashes from his mouth and quietly poked out half of his head to observe the surrounding forms.

"How is it?" a werewolf asked softly.

"Damn...we are surrounded! There are those 'iron shells' everywhere!" The black-faced man sighed, "Is it that I'm going to die in such a place?"

At this moment, a heavy sound of footsteps came from a distance...

At the beginning, the footsteps seemed a bit far away, but in just a few seconds the footsteps with metal sounds had already arrived outside the encirclement!

"Finally come!" The black-faced man looked happy.

"Puff...sizzi-"

Amid the sound of gunfire, a strange sound suddenly came. The black-faced man jumped up without saying a word, and fired an automatic rifle in his hand at the Malay soldiers.

More than a dozen tanks surrounded the place, and countless Malay soldiers pointed directly at the black-faced man with guns. However... the black-faced man was not afraid at all, but rushed up at the group of soldiers. These soldiers also seemed to have no fighting will, and were defeated with just one charge...

The reason for all this is not because of how brave the black-faced man is, but because the power armor that is three meters and five meters high is really terrifying.

That's right, the owner of the footsteps is the power armor.

The moment they appeared, they opened fire at the tank! Several balls of ion balls were sprayed onto the tank, and then the solid tank actually melted in the high temperature!

The molten armor turned into iron and flowed into the tank, covering the people inside. A wailing sounded in the tank as if it was from hell.

The powerful, mysterious power armor and the miserable screams of companions instantly defeated the morale of the Malay soldiers. The soldiers left the tanks and fled in scattered, while the tanks that had no time to escape were destroyed one by one by one by one by one by the powerful power armor.

When the surroundings finally calmed down, the horn of the power armor sounded: "Blackface, hurry up and get your armor... The boss said we want to do a big vote!"

"Thank you, I owe you my favor!" Blackface said, throwing away the earth gun in his hand, pressing the power mecha on the speaking power mecha, picking a handy weapon from the pop-up toolbox, and separating from the power mecha team.

At this moment, among the group of people who had just been blocked, only the black face and the werewolf who was pulled apart by him.

"Let's go back first?" asked the werewolf.

"Yes." The black face snorted.

"Damn Earthlings, when I get back the power armor, I will wash this city bloodily!!" The werewolf's throat made a whimpering threat, and his long fangs shone coldly. This expression was simply the true "choose people and eat them".

But before they could run far, they heard whistling sounds coming from the sky.

If anyone familiar with the plane would definitely recognize it at a glance, the F/A-18 Bumblebee flying in the sky...

After the pilot determined the target on the ground, the precise guidance guided bombs on the wings broke off the pylon, thinking that the power armored team below smashed down...

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The charge of aviation bombs is not the same as the high-explosive bombs of tank guns. One 500 kilogram bomb can create a swimming pool out of thin air! Two can make no living creature exist within a radius of dozens of meters.

"Damn..." The black-faced man looked at the power armor head component flying high into the sky and couldn't help but curse, "Who TMD said this planet is a waste star!"

...

"Sir, they have dispatched their troops..."

"Their army was suppressed, but they sent aircraft to bomb our power armor..."

"Huh? Why is the tides around here a little strange... Oh no!! Sir! Our drift valve... a strange force is affecting it! It is about to be activated!!"

"Report! Someone is trying to beat Honglian...but they have been shot dead."

"Huh? Why is the tides around here a little strange... Oh no!! Sir! Our drift valve... a strange force is affecting it! It is about to be activated!!"
Chapter completed!