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Realizing that I was about to face the security mechanics rushing in, if I didn't intend to resist, I would inevitably face death, and before I died, what I wanted to do most was to take another look at Karin.

Her not pretty, but absolutely eye-catching appearance, and the slight touch on her lips before leaving, are all I still remember. It's a pity that I have been in a desperate situation many times, and I don't know how many tactical terminals have been replaced, and the file that stored her three-dimensional photos has long been lost.

It's strange, I want to recall her appearance in real time, but as the spirit focuses, her image becomes more and more blurred.

Damn, old witch of fate, who is not going to grant my wishes at the last moment, reminds me of who Karin's countenance has an effect on? Why do I think about her the more I feel farther away from her?

The slippery touch came from the only remaining left hand, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that the director of the hand was Yukiyo. The eldest sister looked at the front of her knowledge, where there was nothing on the baffle of the cargo bucket of the knowledge cleaning robot, but she still stared intently in that direction, as if she could see the future that was about to pass through the heavy metal plate.

Her expression was sad and angry, and her other hand clenched into a fist.

She must have been holding my hand unconsciously. Even though I knew this, something was still touched in my chest.

Someone needs me.

Since there is still someone to need for my useless life, let him start at the last moment.

Fearless courage returned. This is different from the instinct to survive, or the will to fight, but the unwilling struggle before the near death, which belongs to the final blow of returning to the light. I felt a lot of strength and courage. At this time, life and death are truly out of the way.

If I want my death to work, I must be worthy of the last moment of the snow generation, and I can't fight hard with the security mechanics. It must have rushed out of the pipeline, and due to the shape and size of the pipeline, the mechanics can't make effective maneuvers, so I can only attract the firepower of the mechanics, so that Yukiyo, who still has the will to survive, has a chance to make a last stand. In my opinion, the best hope for the two of them is the cleaning robot, which can take advantage of its powerful and bulky nature to take advantage of the mech's confrontation with me to drag it into the garbage dump, and then the two of them will take the opportunity to leave through the pipe. It doesn't guarantee that they'll be able to get out of the pipe, but that's all I can do. As a dead man, you can't ask too much of him.

"I'll lure him away, you look for a chance!"

Without saying anything, and without discussing it with them, I rolled over and jumped out from the top of the sweeping pole. My target is the mechanics in the pipeline. There is no chance of winning a head-to-head confrontation, but the form of the confrontation and the time it takes is what I am looking for. I'm going to use close combat, so that the powerful weapons of the robots will be useless, and I will only rely on their mechanical arms to fight me. I'll still die at its hands in the end, but that's enough time for my two companions.

"I hope you can live well."

I said goodbye to Yukiyo in a voice that only I could hear.

Leaping forward, it was only at this moment that I could see the appearance of the mech. Seeing the real thing, although it had been prepared for a long time, it was a combat weapon armed to the teeth, and I was still shocked by its hideous and violent appearance.

Although it is called a security robot, it is far from a humanoid robot, with a thick torso, a half-wheeled and half-worm-limbed mobile device, a machine gun, a rapid-fire electromagnetic gun, an active defense device, and reactive armor. What kind of mech is this, it's just an all-terrain reloaded tank that is one size smaller!

Can a cleaning robot really deal with such a thing?

I'm not optimistic about the final resolution of the two. Although pessimistic, it will not shake my determination to attract firepower.

I leapt to my feet, and to the robot's surprise, its various main and secondary weapons were aimed in my direction at the same time, but I was one step slower, and I slid past its belly against its side legs.

This trick was not always successful even in its heyday, with the regressive prosthetic intact, and as a result, now in a semi-crippled state, I successfully completed a special thrust against the enemy's gun.

I didn't expect the mechanic to move, moving sideways back and forth in the narrow pipes, unable to make enough room for the heavy weapons on my body to aim at me.

The assault worked surprisingly well, but it didn't turn us around, and if I had an infantry charge on me, or if one of the two was equipped with an anti-tank weapon, it was a different story, relying on our hands and feet alone, without efficient weapons of destruction, we could only defeat the mechs.

"Quick! Pull it out, people go to the garbage dump, leave me alone, you guys get out of the pipe at once. ”

I shouted as I stepped out of the mechanic's belly, the machine gun and electromagnetic gun in front of me, and I knew that I didn't have much to live, and I didn't have any scruples anymore, and climbed up the mechanic's body. The prostheses of my right hand and right leg were broken, but the part that connected the main joint was not affected.

I locked the barrel of the machine gun with the prosthetics of both legs to prevent it from aiming, and with the main joint of my right arm, I locked the electromagnetic gun. As a mechanical part, although the prosthetic is not as powerful and strong as similar parts on the robot, it is also a mechanical structure made of metal, and its strength is much higher than that of normal flesh joints. I'm using these prosthetics right now to lock up the robot's primary weapon as much as possible. If it were to be fired forcibly, it would not only blow up the barrel and barrel, but also fail to aim. If it's going to throw me off and attack, it doesn't want to shake me off unless it tears me apart.

Anyway, that's all I can do, I can only play in my heart, my two comrades-in-arms who are accustomed to revenge, at least be clear-headed, don't miss the opportunity I have worked so hard to create for them.

The guns didn't go out, and the mechanics tried to shake me off. Aware of the enemy's imminent tactics, I tightened my hands and feet.

"You have the ability to tear me apart!"

The huge, irresistible, far more force than I could have imagined was acting on my body, and I felt that both the two prosthetic legs and the right arm of the machine were like being held by giants and tearing at me. The prosthetic leg is connected to my torso by mechanical steel nails and a covered epithelium.

My most immediate experience was that the skin on my legs and right arm was torn apart. At the large joints of the machine, there was an overload click. The instantaneous tearing force also affected the body, and the blood instantly rushed to the skull, the eyes were red, and the teeth clenched unconsciously. All over the body, the bones and muscles that are still intact are affected.

This is the feeling of being torn, I didn't expect it to be so unbearable. I can now ease the pressure by loosening one of the three prosthetic limbs that cling to the enemy's weapon.

But the battle had just begun, and Yukiyo and the others definitely didn't have time to escape, so I couldn't relax, even if I was torn alive.

The pressure of the tearing made me lose my sense of the outside world, and I didn't know if the robots had been thrown into the garbage dump, and I couldn't hear the answers of Yukiyo to my actions. Maybe they've fled, so I can let it go and let it tear me apart with a cannon or a gun. Being killed by a hot weapon is only a momentary thing, and there will be no pain, it is better than being torn alive.

But I didn't hear Yukiyo's answer, and I didn't feel the fall from a great height. Was it my sensory failure, or did they not succeed?

In that case, I can't let go. When it will be torn, the next second, or the next minute. Time flies so long, every second feels like a long year. I gritted my teeth, and my mouth was full of blood.

With the crisp click of the bar, I lost control of my right arm. The amplitude of the robot's movement instantly expanded a lot.

"Whew, it's over!"

The next moment I will be engulfed by the fierce firepower. I don't know if they escaped from the pipeline, I hope my death is not in vain.

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