I quickly paid the price for my arrogance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Among the mechs on duty outside, the Wolf elite like Antanis is far more numerous than in the base.

In the continuous suppression of fire, I was shot twice, both in the right shoulder, fortunately there was a prosthetic leg, the injury was not serious, but the right hand was almost scrapped.

Relying on my left hand, which was toasted in the palm of my hand, I couldn't even grab it, let alone fight back.

Along the way, they relied on confusing their tactical networks and giving wrong tactical information to avoid being surrounded.

Through this lesson, I can understand that the so-called elites are not called in vain, not only can they not be invaded, but their actions, marksmanship, and tactical ideas are all far beyond the existence of ordinary mechanical soldiers.

On the 21st floor, I also saw their improved form of Autism tactics. Through the elite command team's autistic mode mechs, and then the elite coordinate and communicate with each other in the tactical network, the efficiency is much higher than that of the army composed of pure autistic mode mechs.

I maneuvered quickly around the 21st floor to avoid Mrs. Wall's encirclement while considering a way to get out.

It has been determined through the Internet that it is not the entire force of Lady Wall on the 21st floor who is chasing me. A large part of them was left on the armor belt leading to the 20th floor. Moreover, I also discovered a hunting team of 7 elites from their communication methods.

Although they no longer face an overwhelming number of enemies, this time the threat is more cunning and human-like.

I didn't have time to ask Shalaman, but there was a near-certain expectation in my mind that in fact, Mrs. Wall elites like Artanis, were the real Wolff proto-humans, and they were likely to have undergone similar genetically modified mechanized changes to produce these monsters, which could not be invaded and behaved extremely like humans. But they also have weaknesses, at least as far as I know, Atanis is overly emotional, and I don't know if other elites are too impulsive.

Thinking as she ran, before she knew it, Mrs. Wall withdrew her troops. Tactical networks, they're all gathered near the armor belt. It seems that the droids have finally parsed my behavior patterns and know that causing the armor belt to self-detonate is my goal.

The 21st floor is still very large, at least with my eyes, I can't see the end. Except for the armor belt, all other places are desert-like use areas. The chase just now consumed a lot of energy again, and I was hungry again.

I won't ever run into a guy like Salaman again, and I told myself to be cautious. The following operation is not easy at all, not only to detonate the armor belt, but also to evade the pursuit of the mechs, and I don't have a lot of time, without supplies, and to maintain a high-intensity tactical mode of action, I can actually hold out for no more than two days.

It was not difficult to get from the 21st floor to the headquarters of the Martian Children in two days, but it was difficult to get Lady Wall in the middle and avoid the effects of the self-detonation of the armor belt. These things add up to the pressure on me, and I always feel that all my diligence has to be consumed in these two days.

There is also an element of surprise, that is, encountering Xuedai them, or encountering the opposition in the special forces, or even encountering the detection force of the Proxima Centauri.

If you think about it, the chances of encountering a human are slim to none. The first is that it is impossible for a large army of humans to come so deep underground. Mrs. Wall's large number of mechs, although they don't have a very good way for me, can be said to have an advantage against ordinary human forces. I highly suspect that neither the opposition in the special forces nor the probe force of Proxima Centauri will be able to break through the second basement floor.

As for Xuedai and Wood, who retreated earlier, and even Lieutenant Colonel, it should be impossible for them to wait for me any longer. With supplies, they were lucky to be able to get out of the depths alive.

The thought that no human would be injured by me by detonating the armor belt, and that everyone would see me detonate the armor belt, reduced the pressure on my heart a lot. I'm already thinking, back to the top, how to hide the fact of detonating the armor belt. While I'm actually doing this for the sake of the entire solar system, I don't want to be a tragic hero. If I get shot in my country for what I did, that's not what I'm after.

I feel that the future is not bleak, and looking at the difficulties in front of me is nothing.

Although the enemy was more cunning, and they also wounded my right arm, it almost deprived me of the ability to fight back. But I'm in a much better situation now than I was on the 22nd floor.

There is no ubiquitous wide area network, and Mrs. Wall's actual control area is much smaller. I have plenty of time and space to deal with them.

Use wide-area perception to spy on Mrs. Wall's defenses, listen on their tactical networks, and learn the exact location of the elites. I'm in control here, unlike on the 22nd floor, where it's all about luck.

Soon the method of penetrating the defense was formulated. I first used my perception to try to avoid the elites and deceive the ordinary mechs when I arrived near the entrance to the armor belt. Invade a robot in self-contained mode by direct contact.

The self-closing mode can prevent remote intrusion, but there are also problems in the mode, the robot is unresponsive and difficult to communicate. I took advantage of this and easily controlled a normal robot. After removing its self-isolation mode, it uses remote control to continuously cannibalize other mechs that are not under elite supervision.

Originally, I couldn't accurately control more than two robots at the same time, after all, these are extremely advanced robots, and their movements are delicate, and controlling one alone is already a draining task.

However, I don't want to exercise precise control over every captured mech, so I'm able to use alternatives. Use the advantage of capture to rewrite the position of the mech's control center, and then change their mode to become robots in autistic mode hostile to Wolf's kind. Under this control method, the robot is even more sluggish and has poor combat effectiveness. Just by looking at it with the naked eye, I can see that the robot I captured is as clumsy as a marionette.

Thankfully, they only need to cause chaos, and they don't really have to rely on them to fight.

About 10 mechs were captured, and my operation officially began.

First, I hacked into the armor belt network and activated the self-detonation mode. As the alarm sounded on the armoured belt, there was chaos within the Wolf defenders.

"Sure enough, the Wolf elites have mood swings, and their emotional reactions are a little more intense than those of ordinary human warriors, as can be seen from the sudden self-detonation warning."

The mechs under my control gathered together and attacked the elite squad that had been designed to deal with me. Caught off guard, an elite was shot and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and other elites, including the surrounding ordinary mechanical soldiers, quickly surrounded and surrounded the 10 robots under my control.

That's exactly what I expected.

Releasing control of the captured robots, I stealthily advanced through the chaos, encountered an area with elite handles, found a mechanical soldier on the spot, captured and attacked the elite from another direction, lured them away from the defensive position, and then took the opportunity to rush forward. In this way, we quickly arrived at the entrance of the 20th floor.

The self-detonation of the armor belt had already entered the countdown stage, and in the last 15 seconds, I was less than 10 meters away from the exit.

Victory was in sight, and Mrs. Wall was no longer seen in front of her.

I was overjoyed and ran with all my might towards the exit. At this time, even if the rear is discovered by the enemy, they will not be able to stop me from evacuating.

As I ran wildly, my mind had left the 21st floor, thinking about how to sneak up on the entrance to the 19th floor without alerting the Wolf defenders on the 20th floor.

The shadows blocked my way, and I was startled, and fell to the ground reflexively, as I continued the foreground with a sliding step, the bright yellow line of fire grazing my helmet to one side.

The trend of sliding was old, I rolled sideways, then forward, and dodged two more attacks during this time. Coming to the very close distance of the black shadow, it was indeed an elite of Mrs. Wall, whose patience was so great that it ignored the uproar behind him and waited intently for me to appear.

I don't have a good way to deal with the elite mechs that scan me with cold rays.

The countdown to the self-detonation went within 5 seconds, and I was less than two meters away from the exit.