I also have experience in dealing with drug addicts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info when they couldn't see their figures in front of them, the shield on his left arm was still open. I crouched down on the spot and covered my head with my arm shield.

The impact was applied to the arm shield, and my whole body was pushed out.

Knowing that this was a matter of life and death, I went back and then rolled back along the castration. Thinking in my heart that this is not good, at least in the distance of more than 5 meters, the lethality of the shaped energy spray gun is greatly reduced, and it is not guaranteed to kill the opponent in one hit.

There was a messy footstep at the broken gate, and it was the devil's brigade approaching.

No grappling, tactical diversion must be made before the brigade approaches.

The ground in front of me was dancing with sparks, and once again I was able to avoid the devil's shot.

Although helpless and unwilling, these two devils have no time to deal with it.

I'm still here to kill a few more devils. Using the tactic of fighting and retreating, I was confident that I could take out more of the devil's elite, and if it was just ordinary soldiers, they would have to pay more lives, so I chose to retreat here.

Before the follow-up group of devil soldiers rushed in, I withdrew the command and switched to the No. 1 engine room to arm the defense.

Grabbing the Communications Sergeant's assault rifle, I dodged out of the command room, firing the jetpack and leaping upwards until it was hidden above the towering Engine 1 spare parts hangar.

There are clearly multiple different heartbeats around the area, as well as fluctuating bioelectric signals emitted. I turned my head and saw that it was the fighters of the internal affairs forces in charge of law enforcement who had gathered on the lower platform opposite and set up a blocking position.

Captain Zack of the Enforcement Team and I nodded, and continued to lurk.

During the perception, it was found that more than 10 ghost soldiers poured into the command room, and they quickly checked the various hidden places and corners, checked the corpses on the ground, and found personnel who might be technicians to control the central computer in the power room.

The corners of my mouth curled slightly, and I dived into the network level of the power room.

The devil's technology is very good, and in just a few minutes, he has cracked the outermost hardware firewall and bypassed two logical firewalls in a row. Fa reaffirmed that the reason why he was able to complete the cracking work so quickly was because he connected his computer directly to the network level.

No wonder it's so fast. But is it really safe to have an electronic warfare freak like me, who doesn't need a stand-in system and directly connects to the network?

While I was studying the operation methods of the technical soldier, I was looking for his flaws, and I have to say that although this technology is more proficient in electronic warfare than ordinary soldiers, his ability is simply scum compared to Wood.

I had been dealing with Wood for a long time, and I saw things differently, and it soon became clear that he didn't use a stand-in system, and because of his excessive pursuit of efficiency, he didn't even install a time-delay wall on the side of his brain.

Well, do you really think that no hacker in our solar system can cure you?

I studied the command subhuman and sent out bioelectric impulses against the ghost technocrats in the command room. Although it can't be compared to an Asian, my pulse blaster is more than enough to deal with a normal human.

The screams could be heard outside, followed by the sound of bodies falling to the ground.

In the perception, the devil warriors immediately gathered together. But even if they were treated, they would only be able to salvage a soulless corpse. His brain had been burned out by the overload of the aggressive electrovirus I had subsequently released.

The devil officer next to him obviously didn't realize that someone was playing tricks, and another technician was sent out to solve the problem of the power center terminal.

Obviously, the second-place technology did the same. Then came the third, fourth, and fifth technicians.

Immediately I felt the command, and a person close to the control table let out an angry mental wave.

His screaming Proxima Centauri language had reached the door.

I remember Max telling me that the standard of a sniper is its tactical characteristics rather than the weapons used. I'm going to do what a sniper is supposed to do with an assault rifle right now.

Under the watchful eye of a group of law enforcement soldiers, I sneaked into the vent of the command room, motioned for Zack to cover me, and after receiving an affirmative answer, I infiltrated the command room again.

Looking down from the ventilation system, the room was already in chaos, the bodies of five poor technical soldiers were side by side, the combat professional ghost soldiers were holding assault rifles and looked at a loss, and the officers in the core were furious.

He scolded another officer who might be the person in charge of the technical corps, while the five or six technical soldiers next to him listened with trepidation, only the person in charge looked disapproving, and scolded a few words back from time to time, which made the officer in charge even more angry, and even wanted to pull out his gun to execute the technical officer, and the surrounding soldiers hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

In the confusion, gunshots rang out, and the officer in charge fell on his back, smoke still rising from a regular single hole in his middle position.

Strange screams, crashing and gunshots. The Devil soldiers scrambled for cover and reached out their guns to begin searching for the location of the black guns. When they finally found out that it was an autonomous robot that shot them, they cursed and cursed. The robot was then beaten to scrap metal, and the riot subsided.

I watched everything that was happening below, and I couldn't help but feel very complacent, this move on the battlefield controlled the opponent's armed mechanics in real time, and the tactics of counterattacking and striking back had been practiced in Mrs. Wall. I'd like to see when these brute force buns will be able to debunk my little scheme.

This time, the remaining five technicians were connected to the network together. I'm a little bit unsaved, can this kind of thing be solved with more people? It seems that the devil's lesson in this area is not enough. No wonder they couldn't defeat Mrs. Wall, with such a technique, it was no wonder that they could win.

It's a hiccup in the outside world, with the sound of intense firefighting coming from the outside of the power room, which could be a sneak attack by the remnants of the solar system warriors in hiding. The atmosphere in the room was tense again, and after a few moments, after the replacement commander sent his soldiers to guard the broken doorway, the technologists were again dispatched to try a new attempt at system control. It's just that they didn't learn their lesson, and it may be because the technical officers in command were too capable of themselves, and when I repeated the same trick again, except for the technical officer himself who had the stand-in system, the other technical soldiers turned into cold corpses under the effect of mental shock and virus overload.

This time the technical officer panicked. He whispered at the new commander, and the other party waved his hand in a cold snort, even if I couldn't understand their language, I could understand that this was a posture that allowed the technical officer to control the power center even if he sacrificed his life.

As the technical officer cowered and walked to the main console as if he had been on the execution ground, I had already decided his ultimate fate. Instead of dying from the burnout of his brain, he would have been shot in the head first.

Due to the distrust of the self-disciplined mechanical infantry, there were no robots in the room, so I shot myself this time, and I used the assault rifle in my hand to anticipate this hapless technical officer. Immediately, the pot in the room was boiled, and it was disrupted. Immediately, there was a concentration of fire on the ceiling.

Sure enough, they are worthy of being the elite in actual combat, and once they intervene in their field, the reaction and accuracy of this group of devil soldiers are quite terrifying.

Even though I had prepared in advance and dared to use a jetpack inside the ventilation ducts, I was almost honeycomb by the dense lines of fire.

Detached from the ventilation duct, I almost fell out. Then the devil soldiers rushed out. If it weren't for the cover of the soldiers inside, I might have been nailed to the outer wall of the engine room by the devils with powerful firepower.