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The faint voice full of sarcasm comes from both reality and the Internet. It doesn't seem to be able to speak up in reality, and uses the Internet to spread the mockery of me.

I calmed down when I found out I was surrounded.

"Zhao Ping, you have to calm down, this is not the worst situation, you have experienced more before, you have to come up with a way quickly, you can't die here for no reason."

While cheering myself up, I used my wide-area perception to observe my surroundings. If you look at it from a conventional perspective, I'm already a dead man. The dense network of mechs blocked the area within 500 meters of the surrounding water.

At a glance, you can see that the arrogant mechanical soldiers with good combat power are approaching step by step. It is very good at grasping people's psychology, and the speed of advancing is not hurried, but it puts more pressure on me.

I now have a killer feature, which is the brain that has fully unleashed its potential after the chip is strengthened. Not only will I be able to see the whole picture through my perception and connect to the tactical network with special listening methods, but I will also be able to use my new abilities and special weaknesses to deal fatal blows to nearby enemies.

I thought I was already a character in an entertainment drama who turned the tide and swept away thousands of troops, but in reality, I had to rack my brains for my survival. These seemingly cool abilities can play an extremely limited role in the face of absolute strength and numerical disparity.

There is an even more serious problem. It made me lose my confidence in the face of that particular mechanical soldier behind me.

The invincible way of consciousness infiltration, which is supposed to be able to restrain all artificial intelligence systems, has lost its due role in front of the guy behind it.

The slow-moving special mechs were like a stinger in my heart, making it impossible for me to ignore them and concentrate on the other mechs.

Faced with a surrounded, the best thing to do is to maneuver immediately. Taking advantage of the fact that most of the mechs are in self-isolation mode, coordination and communication are not smooth, and flexibility is greatly reduced, mobilize all the mechs to make them disjointed in the maneuver, and I choose the opportunity to break through.

The abominable special mechanics made it impossible for me to carry out the breakout plan with peace of mind. I'm always on the lookout for tactics that go beyond my imagination, and that's why I'm stressing out the ease of moving through the hails of bullets, even the rapid movement from cover to cover.

Time is ticking and opportunities are slipping away.

As the encirclement shrinks, even if I let it go, I won't necessarily be able to break through.

"Why don't you come out and go head-to-head? Aren't you strong? I've seen your battle record, and you didn't flinch in the face of dozens of security robots, they all met and resisted, why are you so obscene today, is there a new tactical plan, or are you afraid ......"

The special mechanical soldier is very unscrupulous, and its propulsion action is not standardized, as if I don't dare to do anything to it if I have calculated it, and put on a posture of leisurely stroll.

I itched my teeth for its arrogance, but I lost the courage to confront it head-on.

I knew that if I didn't defeat it, today would be the last day of my life, but I lost my temper every time I tried to charge at it.

This is probably the after-effect of the last time I was captured by it, and I have been terrifying in my heart that defeat will happen again. The failure of the invasion of consciousness has made my worries even heavier, and the fear in my heart has been infinitely magnified, and I dare not face it alone.

"Stupid fellow, isn't it too late to think of being scared now? You are a group of moths standing on the altar of the past, a cancer in the development of civilization, and now it is the turn of our mechanical civilization to continue this great civilization. Rest assured, we'll let the civilization that originated on Earth expand to the entire galaxy, and as obsolete products, you guys might as well just die. ”

This guy is not only arrogant, but also a chatter. I really don't know what advanced artificial intelligence looks like.

I tried my best to eliminate the distractions of the robots. I thought of what I could do a long time ago when I was faced with a desperate situation. At that time, my body was trembling and I couldn't move because I was scared, so I could regain control of my body......

The smell of blood in the mouth, the stinging pain from the tip of the bitten tongue, these long-lost sensations, although they no longer have the overriding effect as when they were first used, are still effective. I'm finally able to face the slow mech, and the mechs won't turn around and run.

The smell of blood was more effective than I thought, and I even had the desire to respond to the arrogant robots.

"Humph! I can't imagine that there are fools in the robots who are powerful with their mouths. What are you shouting there? If you don't even have your own name, don't pretend to be a person. ”

Sharp words are delivered through both voice and the Internet. I didn't think of it on the spur of the moment, but I thought, since this particular mechanical soldier has such emotional movements, could it really be emotional? If anything, I need to provoke it now, and if it doesn't, it just means that it's a more advanced robot with a long-tongue communication module.

“...... A moth, and dare to talk back! Do you know you're dying? ”

With a splash of spike-forming fire, I knew I had succeeded in provoking the robot.

It's incredible to be able to provoke it, but that's not a bad thing. Its angry attack only revealed that this guy was not as powerful as I thought he was.

I'm not what I used to be, and it's clearly at the same level it was at when I was captured more than a month ago.

The pressure disappeared suddenly, and the hands and feet became much lighter.

The imaginary invincible enemy was gone, and what stood before me was nothing more than a strengthened version of the robot.

What is there to be afraid of when dealing with this kind of thing.

I even thought it was funny, I was so afraid of it just now, it turned out to be just this kind of goods.

"You say I don't have a name, what an ignorant fellow! Didn't you even understand some basic common sense before you fought us? We, in the Wolf Field, all units above the elite have names. You remembered for me, my name is Atanis, and with your poor brain, remember that I was the ...... of Avalon who killed you."

I don't have time to listen to it, time is pressing, and if I make the siege network smaller, even the gods can't save me.

Slide forward, keeping your body as low as possible, with your infantry shield held in front of you.

Atanis' indiscriminate strafing in anger was the first mistake it made against me, and I wasn't going to give it another chance.

Modern assault rifles are much more powerful than the original models in history, and their accuracy and range have also improved greatly, except for one point, there is no better solution for the loss of accuracy after overheating the barrel.

Like it, after a round of strafing, the barrel has heated up, and the assault rifle in the hand has lost its proper accuracy. I struck in a straight line, not even using the usual zigzag line, and landed only a few shots on the shield. In less than two seconds, I was in front of Artanis, aided by a jetpack.

Although there are many mechs on the scene, as tactical units in Autism mode, they are no faster than ordinary humans. I assaulted Artanis, and there was no additional firepower from the surrounding mechs.

My actions were clearly much beyond the expectations of the talker, and he only had time to back away and raise his assault rifle to parry.

With the help of the momentum, I lifted the knee of my prosthetic leg, and it bounced out quickly.

The metal-to-metal collision and the direct dialogue between the Fade Armor and the Robot's chest armor created a series of sparks.

It spun and fell out.

I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with this guy again.

Raise your energy weapon and aim it at the hollow in Atanis's chest to fire a triple shot.

The bullet with the special electromagnetic warhead failed to break through its armor, but the directed ultra-high-density electromagnetic attack created a blue beam similar to a laser that enveloped it in a halo of light.

Blue-white flashes soften the sound of small explosions and metal shattering.

The mechs disintegrated before my eyes, and the elite of Mrs. Wall, my enemy, with its arrogance and half-spoken words, dissipated together in an explosion mixed with an electromagnetic storm.

On the tactical network, the bright spot representing Atanis is gone.

The surroundings fell silent.

"It's such a noisy guy, and its broken mouth can be considered an attack."

With hundreds of ordinary robots around, there was no reason for me to stay any longer.

As they belatedly sent off the wire net, I stumbled out of the encirclement.