Outside the town of Gemira.

A group of warriors who believe in freedom and can fight for it roars from the mountains.

Dust flew for them.

Even the sun dimmed for them.

"Tubu!"

"Wow!"

"Hahaha!"

A certain freedom fighter who was holding the truck door directly in a difficult position swept a shuttle of bullets into the sky with a strange scream.

The sound of bullets seemed to have made them see the future of the town, which was less than nine hundred meters away.

The sudden sound was accompanied by the laughter of the people on the two trucks that followed.

A total of more than 50 freedom fighters made their way to the small town of Gemmira in yellow sand.

Hit the military?

They did not have any advantage in numbers and firepower at all.

Fight other organizations?

Sorry, the freedom fighters said they are all compatriots who are fighting for freedom, and they can't fight.

Hit innocent residents?

Yes.

They want to free the inhabitants of this land who do not fight for his freedom......

Behind the three trucks, a bearded man in the jeep looked at the town that was about to be blessed by them.

They're here for temporary supplies.

No way.

The grain that their base had ordered from Europe had been intercepted at some customs, so they had to supply themselves in this way.

Besides.

Our victory is to bring them a better future.

As soon as the bearded inch-headed brother thought of this, he even stroked the [Dawn] series assault rifle produced by Stark Industries that he carried with him, and smiled without saying a word.

That's when it happened.

Shout!

Suddenly, there was a short, short cry in the air.

The freedom soldier cannon fodder armor, who was holding the co-pilot window of the truck in a sleek style, looked at the object dragging the long tail from the town, and suddenly shouted with tears in his eyes: "RP......"

Bang!

Chirping!

Chirping!

Chirping!

"Get out of the car, get out of the car."

"There was an attack."

"Hurry."

Watching the truck rushing to the front instantly turn into a ball of flames and blow up on the spot, the two trucks and jeeps behind were a sudden brake.

Accompanied by the chaotic shouts of the indigenous language, the remaining freedom fighters jumped from the truck and ran towards the raised rocks on the yellow sand not far away.

What the?

Is it safest to hide behind a truck?

Stop it.

What if it explodes?

"Bazooka."

"Give me the bazooka."

After a brief moment of panic, the freedom fighters were in battle mode.

On war.

The freedom fighters said that they were semi-professional, although not professional, and that their qualities were far from being comparable to those of the black uncles who lived in Africa and shot by faith.

Can those fools who shoot by faith compare to them?

The freedom fighters scoffed.

At the very least, they can't shoot when the guns are pointed in the air, begging for mysterious powers to add to them.

They'll take aim.

Without even seeing the enemy, and even at a distance of five hundred meters from the town, the freedom fighters pointed their guns at the entrance to the town.

The next second.

Sudden Sudden Rush!

The assault rifle with Stark's military reputation is spitting out tongues of fire, and the bullet barrage is suddenly formed, covering the entrance of the town.

A bold bandana-clad freedom fighter who was in charge of driving a PRG climbed straight to the top of the truck, quite like a windy teenager.

Freedom fighters are in high spirits with PRGs in hand.

That's when it happened.

Burst!

A light bullet roared and directly blasted the high-spirited young man in the wind into a headless boy.

The RPG, also produced by Stark Industries, fell on the roof of the car and landed on the ground on the side of the truck with a clatter.

Click!

The freedom fighters who were hiding on the other side of the truck changed their faces when they heard the voice.

However, the RPG that was fired by the expected accidental touch did not hit out.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, they chose Stark Industries as their weapons provider.

After all, Stark Industries has false touch insurance on the PRG.

But.

The nightmare of the PRG explosion is lifted.

New Nightmares......

"Allah, what is that?"

“&*…… （@……&#”

"Allah has sent down his wrath."

“#&￥（&%&#&￥”

With the sudden sound that gradually stopped, the remaining thirty or so freedom fighters watched in horror as the four-meter-tall mechanical lifeforms that came out of the town refreshed their cognition and three views.

Sitting in the jeep, the bearded inch-headed brother who never got out of the car looked at the jazz who stepped out of the town with the rhythm to the exciting music, and moved directly from the co-pilot to the driver's seat.

The next second.

Thundered!

The jeep's engine roared, and it turned around and slammed away into the mountainous terrain when it came.

The freedom fighters who were still ready to fight for freedom were stunned and rushed towards the two remaining trucks.

In a flash.

These freedom fighters who fought for freedom instantly became a mess.

Jazz, who was appearing in a gorgeous appearance, tilted his head, maybe he didn't understand what they were doing?

Tony, who was standing on the roof of the three-story building of Dr. Ethan's house and holding the toy binoculars of Dr. Ethan's daughter, said directly, "Sir, they want to escape." ”

The information is pushed to Jazz's central control system via a Bluetooth headset.

Jazz's blue-and-white pupils shrank.

Momentarily crooked knees.

The ailerons behind Jazz flare.

The next second.

Jazz ascended into the sky like a roc bird, gliding directly towards the two trucks that had already started.

Photon Gun Morphological Transformation.

Photon Cannon.

The photon cannon is ready.

Launch!

Gliding through the air, Jazz rolled sideways and aimed the photon cannon at the middle ground between the two trucks.

Bang!

The photon cannon instantly bombarded the target positioned by Jazz, and the huge explosive energy directly blasted the two trucks into the sky one after the other.

This moment.

Those freedom fighters also experienced the feeling of being a real barrier-free trapeze.

Boom!

Burst!

Bang!

The freedom fighters fell to the ground like dumplings.

The heads of a few unlucky freedom fighters slammed into the bulging rocks, staining them with blood.

There were also some unlucky freedom fighters who smashed directly on the ground in an awkward body position and cracked their bones......

There were also single-digit lucky warriors who were only slightly wounded, but the moment they got up, they also dropped something that might have delayed their running rhythm, and screamed in horror and burrowed into the mountains where they came.

At this moment.

All freedom fighters are one family, and the oath that everyone is each other's brothers has vanished.

Ten minutes later.

Jazz arrives with Tony and Dr. Ethan on his way back.

The three trucks burned feebly, and wails could be heard all around them.

But Tony's gaze is not on the person.

But......

The guns were extremely glaring to Tony.

His design.

His weapons.

Even.

He saw on a burning blueprint on the side of the road the design of the Jericho, the final missile of the Freedom series, which he had designed......