The door of the carriage was very heavy, and after everyone left the carriage and entered the all-terrain vehicle, the eldest grandson Xueqing deliberately made a genetic lock on the carriage.

When Tang Lang gently put his finger on the gene lock, after detecting Tang Lang's body temperature and genes, the gene lock popped open, and at the signal of the punk head, Tang Lang stretched out his hand and grabbed the handle of the carriage.

The black wallets with guns that followed out of the bar involuntarily held their breath, and quietly took half a step back without a trace. What if the thing in Tang Lang's hand fell down when he pulled the door!

That's a madman, and no one can say anything bad.

To be honest, even the big bald head standing at the door of the bar, at that moment, his eyes were a little fluttering, and his body quietly shrank behind the strong man next to him.

The so-called not being afraid of death is just saying that before the shadow of death is over, when possible danger comes, it is better to die and not die poorly.

But the eldest grandson Xueqing glanced at Lao Li not far away from her with the corner of her eyes without showing a trace, and she and Lao Jianghu, who had been keeping their mouths shut, understood that it was time for the most critical moment.

If Tang Lang couldn't dodge that gun or jump into the mecha, it was all over.

The bandits were a little frightened, and watched with a little curiosity as Tang Lang opened the heavy carriage door, all their attention was on the back of the carriage door, including the punk head, and they couldn't help but look into the door that had not yet been fully opened.

Then, he saw a situation that he will never forget in his life.

It was also the last complete picture he saw in his life.

A mecha, like a huge baby, curled up in the carriage, as the carriage door pulled, the eyes of the mechanical head that the mecha was slowly raising bloomed with blue light, which was the manifestation of being recharged.

"I 。。。。。。" With his angry roar, the mutation protruded.

Tang Lang, who was pressed by him to the back of the head with a gun, twisted his neck strangely, the muzzle of the gun suddenly slid open, and suddenly he suddenly pulled the trigger and shot a metal projectile that hit the armor of the mecha in the compartment furiously, causing a spark.

And Tang Lang's hand suddenly grabbed the wrist of the punk head and went down, with a crisp "click", the punk head started from the lower arm, and his upper arm joint was folded into a terrifying thirty-degree angle, and the whole gun was pointed at the punk head himself through Tang Lang's armpit.

But the commands in Punk's mind continued, and the severed arm still directed his index finger through his nerves to continue pulling the trigger.

"Bang Bang" fired two shots in a row, punching two large holes in the ribs of the punk head, the kind that can see the front from the front and the front from the back.

And only then did all the bandits, including the big bald heads, react, raise their guns and aim near the door of the carriage and start shooting.

It's just that at this time, Tang Lang had already entered the carriage through a gap of more than half a meter, and most of the bullets either hit the punk head whose eyes were gradually dimming, or were blocked by the heavy carriage door.

"Miss Changsun, I have to say that your bodyguard is really bold enough. Not only lied to me, but also wanted to run. "If the big bald head who has already left his anger doesn't know that he was deceived by Tang Lang at this time, then he has really been the boss for so long.

"But do you think you can block the bullet by hiding in the carriage?" The big bald head has cold eyes. "What a pity! I can't peel off his whole skin as a souvenir, you know, I love collecting the leather goods of these daring guys. ”

At the sound of his voice, the four heavy machine guns on the shoulders of the two mechs were pointed at the large truck, and all the black wallets who took a few steps back showed a cruel smile on their faces.

The death of the punk head, the little boss, will not cause them the slightest sadness, and there are many people who want to sit in his place, and they are most excited about seeing a killing feast that is about to be staged.

The concentrated fire of the four Vulcan machine guns was much brighter than fireworks.

They didn't see that in the carriage, the eyes of the steel giant beast that Tang Lang jumped into had flashed white light, which was a sign that the mecha was all ready. The occasional rampaging metal bullet that entered through the door of the carriage landed on the heavy armor of the mech, leaving only a flicker of fire in vain.

The cockpit armor on the chest of the mech, re-closed.

Sitting in the familiar driver's seat, holding the joystick, pushing forward, ignition, and sliding your fingers over the control buttons like a gust of wind, the steel body that wrapped itself seemed to be infused with soul and brought to life at this moment.

Through the whole body perception system of the seat, Tang Lang can feel that all parts of the entire body, and some bearing joint ball valve parts, are entering the activity self-test state. It was as if countless elves suddenly moved in all directions, jointly supporting the huge steel body that was about to break out.

Vibrant, vibrant.

This is also the only difference between Tang Lang's feeling and the driving mecha in the virtual space.

A feeling of taking his fate into his own hands penetrated from his brain, and the fist of the Tang warrior mecha suddenly clenched.

"Kill him!" The voice was almost still swirling in the throat of the big bald head, and when I heard a loud "bang", a mecha with a body of 4.5 meters high smashed the entire carriage and slowly stood up.

With the assistance of the super intelligent brain of Hob Meat, the moment Tang Lang was pressed to the carriage, Hob Meat remotely activated Tang Wushi to start charging, completely eliminating the few seconds required by the mecha before starting the charge, and the armor plate of the mecha cabin had naturally been removed long ago, just waiting for Tang Lang to jump in.

Tang Lang's biggest reliance is naturally not a bomb, but a Tang warrior and hob meat. Even if the big bald head wants to do it in the bar, he is sure to enter the mecha and kill them, unless someone dares to shoot in a small space and plan to kill himself too, but even then, Tang Lang is sure to die behind this crazy guy.

It's really a mecha, and it's really a Tang warrior. The big bald head almost didn't burst into eyes.

The dozens of black wallets carrying guns around them were instantly speechless, and they looked at the mecha with a graceful and dignified posture with a spear on its back and turned its head to look at him.

I'm cold.

What level of mecha master is he?

Perhaps, at this moment, this answer is what most of the "Bald Party" members are most eager to know.

Just looking at the shape, their two old-fashioned mecha are like a country aunt meeting a princess queen, and the two are not of the same grade at all.

The only hope is that the madman doesn't have the two most awesome junior first-level mecha masters in the black market town.

"Fire! Fire! The big bald head suddenly roared wildly.

The mecha master who had been in the army didn't know what level Tang Lang was, but he knew that he would strike first and then suffer.

At the moment when the gunshot rang out, Tang Wushi did a front flip, his huge body was as flexible as a fat monkey, and the black wallets around him were frightened and fled, where would they go to listen to the boss's order to shoot?

Besides, with an assault gun, shooting at a mech, is it useful?

As for the two mechs that were still in a daze, once their Vulcan cannon machine guns fired, everyone here would be turned into meat scraps.

In hesitation, the Tang warrior who turned over and fell, after stepping on the two black wallets that had not had time to escape into two balls of blood, stretched out a huge mechanical arm, broke through the roof of the bar, and reached out to grab the big bald head who was retreating frantically and wanted to retreat into the bar with extreme precision.

It's like grabbing a loach out of a hole.