"The success rate is infinitely close to zero, but I haven't lost yet. [No pop-ups. 】”

In desperation, Bill activates the grappling hook gun on the prosthetic leg of his right arm. Launched the spiky hook upward, instantly piercing the skin of the Centennia. "Sure enough, it can't be hit, and the Centuans don't have any reinforcement or armor." Bill was thinking as the winch in his right arm jerked him in the direction of the Whooper. If it weren't for the prosthetic leg attached to his body by a safety strap, his arm would have been torn off long ago.

After this stupid but successful juggling, Bill gasped for breath and sweated profusely, his body had reached its limit, and he couldn't exert any strength in his waist. "Anyway!" He stretched out his feet and stepped on the skin of the whooping ghost cockpit with the help of the power of the winch, "I made it!" "He's lucky that next to the skin pierced by the hook is the hatch guard of the whooper's external emergency ejection handle. This means that as long as you pull the handle, you will be ejected from the Whooping Ghost cockpit.

Bill struggled to control his body, his eyes staring ahead, and his left hand saw the moment and instantly broke off the ejection guard, revealing the big red movable rod handle in the compartment inside.

The Whooping Ghost apparently realized that something was wrong, but it didn't make a drastic maneuver to shake off the head wolf, because the head wolf's grappling hook pierced the left strip of skin, and if it was forcibly shaken off, it would inevitably cause chain damage to the structure.

"Success, success!" Bill knew that there was nothing he could do about the Hundred Days, "Meng, thank me well when you come out." I lost most of my life for this. Thank me, thank me, and then we'll move on to the duel. With all the strength he had left, he grudging to the frame of the hatch, exchanging hands and clenching the ejection handle.

"We, ready, ready to go home." His voice was choppy.

The physical exertion was so great that he couldn't twist the handle.

"Come on...... Damn, this handle is so hard. Come on, let me move, obedient! ”

Kara saw the scene from afar. She really didn't expect Bill to play split combat like the Centennial, and that guy just wouldn't lose to Meng. It's just that it's also split, and Bill is a suicidal disintegration. Now it seems that there is only one last step left of success. As long as Bill Jean Monte ejects, the two can return with a parachute. During this time, Kara was able to escort the two of them to land safely.

The whooping ghost still didn't move. It's artificial intelligence enough to keep it calm and unshakable in an emergency. There's no need to fight Bill, it's taking control of a larger area.

"Beware, Bill!" Carla exclaimed.

The head wolf subconsciously glanced up, and the surrounding scene became incomprehensible: the entire storm was like a giant flower blooming, gradually dispersing into several tornadoes of equal size. In the center of the swarm, the golem swarm seemed to be guided by something, and the fighters piloted by the corpses began to split into multiple streams, each of which began to accelerate its charge.

The golems are attacking. What the goal is, the head wolf knows very well, he is responsible for the formation of the entire mercenary team, and the puppet group is heading towards the mercenary fighters, including Kara, of course. Not only that, but the group of puppets is in a very strange situation, and there are also tributaries facing vertically downward. The Hundred Days are going to kill the Kitty Hawk as well, and Casey, and the rest of the Prince Company, won't survive. It's impossible for even yourself to survive.

"It's over, is this Wei Wei saving Zhao?" The wolf's hand trembled, and if he pulled the catapult handle, everyone would die, and Kara wouldn't be able to escape. Whether Carla wants to come to his side or not, Bill won't let Kara die, and neither can anyone else.

What should he do, what else can he do.

The only option for everyone to survive is to give up.

Bill has never been so hesitant, never.

The slightest strength in his arms was gone, and his confidence was completely broken.

Yes, he is no longer the bohemian, irresponsible Bill, and he is no longer reckless, careless about the lives of others, and taking matters into his own hands. Is this the price of maturity, others think that Bill has changed, has become responsible, responsible, and has the qualities of a leader? But this made him hesitate at the most critical moment, and the slightest hesitation could lead to failure. He lost his self-confidence, and even if he wanted to pull the handle, he couldn't exert any strength.

"What to do! How could I ask myself what to do, but what to do. ”

Bill thought that if he did his best and never gave up, he would definitely achieve complete victory. But there is no perfection in this world, there is no perfection, only balance. "Retreating to the next best" itself is the dialectical logic of the Central Continent, and it can only strive for the best possible result. But it is already very clear which side should be taken care of, which is more important. You must take righteousness, pull the catapult handle, let the Meng Strike survive, and let the Hundred Days Ghost die! to end the nightmare of the end times.

But he couldn't, he couldn't watch so many people go to the funeral for his choice.

"Meng, you ...... Damn garbage. You owe me, you owe me a lot. Bill was thrilled, he had never been in such a predicament, "You can hear it, you can hear it, you can hear it all, I know." ”

His face flushed, and he couldn't control his emotions, "you, you're going to do something!" Do anything and let me get you out! Hurry up, I can't hold on! ”

The golem swarm began to accelerate its impact. Not to mention whether these things are controlled by the Hundred Sun Ghost or not, even if the Hundred Sun Ghost can control it, I am afraid it will be difficult to turn around such a large number of fighters.

Kara was ready to die, and she came to her senses. She knew that Bill would definitely pull the handle, and that he was the one who would inevitably need to be sacrificed. But if she can get the return of Meng, she is still happy.

The puppet fighters that covered the sky gradually accelerated. Throughout the airspace, Baker Island's safari mercenaries, Prince employees, and even the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk saw the inevitable end of death.

"Assault! If you're a hero, you've got to stand up for yourself! Bill screamed.

In this moment, the world suddenly changed in a very strange way. Bill's expression froze suddenly, he didn't know what was going on, he didn't hear anything unusual, there was no fire or explosion nearby, but he just felt that something was wrong, as if he had just undergone a change in the course of history, no one knew what was happening, but the world had changed.

The whooping ghost trembled all over, and every electromagnetic/pneumatic integrated control module trembled, just like Bill had seen on the flight deck. Or maybe it's not quite the same. As he was about to depart from the Washington, the Centuans trembled with excitement; But now it was clearly some kind of pain, a pain in the heart, that made it moan and struggle.

Bill gripped the ejection handle tightly, he couldn't pull it, so he had to grasp and control his body first.

A slight but special sound of mechanical action was heard, and the whooping ghost was transforming.

What is it going to become. Bill was a little worried, he couldn't see any noticeable changes in the fuselage, but something was definitely going on in his abdomen.

Bill guessed correctly, the belly hatch of the Centoulier opened, and the weapon specially supported by the nuclear power system, the high-power shaped laser emitter, was turned out. All he heard was a sharp hum, and a dazzling beam of light appeared in front of him. Nuclear power systems are almost infinite in energy, and this laser is sweeping across the universe with unprecedented destructive power.

A scorching beam of death, aimed at the cluster of golems that were scattering attacks. Countless headless fighters are like moths that pounce on the flames, one after the other, in front of the laser beam. Not only the puppets, but even the surrounding storm groups were torn open a rift.

Kara was stunned by the current sight.

The other mercenaries also saw this ancient wonder. They had just prepared to face death calmly, but now those life-seeking demons and death messengers were all gone, and the terrifying storm had suddenly disappeared. The dark clouds and fog in front of me dispersed, and a clear skylight opened above the canopy, as if I had seen the entrance to heaven in hell.

"Heaven?" Someone said so.

"The Leader has opened the door!" The young voice is the calf, "Meng Bang heard our voices and opened the door to the other world!" ”

"Follow the Mengs!"

"Long live the striking!"

After the collapse of their spiritual pillars, the nomadic mercenaries see hope. If they believe that their choice is right, then they must believe that all the miracles associated with the strifes are real. "Long live the striking!" They kept shouting and began to sprint out of the cloud cave, where the sky was so beautiful, and there was heaven.

Bill doesn't care about that anymore. His neck didn't even have the strength to support the heavy helmet and head, his left arm was weak, and he had to release the prosthetic leg of his right arm that held the steel cable in place, and his hands tightly grasped the emergency ejection handle, "Hit!" God curse you, come out for me! With all his might, he pulled the handle.

Strangely, there was no change in the front compartment, but there was a muffled thud in the middle fuselage, and the hatch at the back ridge of the plane opened. Bill tried his best to turn his head and look, "Not good! "The cockpit of the whooping ghost is in the center of the fuselage, not in the traditional front.

Before he could react, a large cloud of flames and smoke erupted from the central compartment, and the rocket ejected the lifebag and erupted from the cockpit. The massive recoil force swept across the surface of the fuselage, blowing Bill off with a slam of air.

The world is spinning and the world is turning upside down. Bill felt like he was going to vomit out all the meat and vegetables in his stomach, along with all his internal organs. But that's not the end of it. He seized the time to reset his flying wingsuit, reset the rudder to zero, restart the miniature turbine engine, and barely managed to control his body in the wind.

The 100-day ghost rescue pod wrapped in the attack continued to fall, and then the stabilizer parachute activated, returning the sac to an upright position. The lead umbrella pulls out the main umbrella and blooms a bright giant flower in the Pacific Ocean. Bill didn't dare to take it lightly, he began to report his coordinate data, altitude and descent speed to the Kitty Hawk, and let the Kitty Hawk calculate the intended landing site, "The rescue helicopter will take off immediately, and the others will prepare!" ”

"Understood." The Kitty Hawk began a recovery operation.

Kara's F-24 fighter jet hovered next to the two, protecting the safe descent of Meng Struck and Bill.

Bill looked up and saw that the mercenaries had escaped through the path of life burned by the centuans with the Centaenins with the Shaped Laser, and they might return to Baker Island, not knowing if there was enough fuel. The other Prince employees have defected to join the Hundred Days, so let them be.

Overhead, the demonic Hundred Days had long since disappeared. What exactly will become of it if it loses its smashes, no one knows.

The F-24 fighter ran out of fuel and landed on the Kitty Hawk first.

The rescued capsule hit the water and floated on the surface of the sea together with the parachute, and a large amount of bright green dye immediately emerged from the capsule for rescuers to find. Kitty Hawk's helicopter arrived at the scene soon after, and the recovery work proceeded smoothly. Instead of going straight back to the Kitty Hawk, Bill fell next to the sea where he had been hit by water, and he planned to return in a helicopter with his rival.

The setting sun was still on the horizon, and the huge figure reflected by the Whooping Sun Ghost had completely faded away, literally vanished.

A brand new hero is about to return.

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