Chapter 33: The Wolf Enters the Flock (I)

Ahhh......h

There are quite a few people in the Andes who sneeze.

Especially the eldest lady, she hit several times in a row, what's going on? Got a cold?

The finger pressed the launch button, and with a bang, a wave of cellular missiles shot out.

The other party is not good at stubble, and the body with the energy shield skillfully walks in the "Z" step, dodging all the missiles that shoot in an arc. Boom, it exploded violently in the depths of the jungle hundreds of meters behind him.

At this time, for no reason, she suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

Her instincts have always been sharp, just as she chooses to trust a fat man.

The silver-white "unicorn" with the unique style of the Pomo people on the opposite side had just dodged a wave of cellular missiles, and suddenly found that the other party was not moving. The embarrasses of the six steel wings in the back were spread out, and the emholes of the eighteen beam particle guns evenly distributed on them flashed with white light, and the energy accumulated to a critical point, but it was not excited. The body remained in a posture of neither advancing nor retreating, and froze there. I was confused for a while. I thought that this extremely difficult pink mecha was playing a conspiracy again.

In the confrontation just now, he felt that the pilot's operation level in this pink mecha was more than one level higher than him, plus the eye-catching purple phoenix pattern on the chest of the opponent's mecha. It can basically be concluded that the person driving this mecha is the eldest lady of the Zifeng Academy, the genius girl who has a legendary hand speed of 49 movements per second. His current hand speed is 38 movements per second, and as a mecha pilot, he knows what the huge gap represents. So he didn't have a bottom in his heart, not only did he not take advantage of the situation to fight back, but he didn't hesitate to turn around and run.

In an instant, she was in a trance, and the eldest lady, who quickly came back to her senses, was angry. Do you dare to run? Seeing the toy in my hand slip away, the cooked duck still wants to fly? Dream!

Six open steel wings regrouped behind their backs, mobilizing three electronic eyes to firmly lock on to each other's figures, and fought to catch up.

……

At the airport in the northern suburbs of Wendu, a group of 12 people went out of the security channel, and a middle-aged man in his forties dressed as a black housekeeper was waiting outside. Seeing people come out, the middle-aged housekeeper greeted him.

"Mr. Mike, my lord ordered me to pick up the distinguished guests. The car was already waiting outside. The middle-aged butler whispered to the leader of the sturdy young man wearing sunglasses and a scar on his face.

"Noble, Lao Tzu is a pirate." Behind the young man, a big man from Angzang, wearing only a camouflage vest, with solid muscles and a thick brown beard on his chin, grinned.

The rest of the entourage burst into laughter. Unscrupulous, unscrupulous. They are pirates in the Chaotic Stone Star Field, and they have been rampant for more than ten years. None of the space fleets of the Alliance are afraid in the face of the Alliance. A small Marfa planet, of course, is not in sight. And they are also a notorious squad among many pirate gangs, called "Night Stalkers".

"Beard, be a little more restrained, this is on the ground, not in space. We can't stop a bullet right now. ”

"Yes, sir, but this old man is too hypocritical. I can't get used to hearing it. ”

The middle-aged housekeeper is very qualified, doesn't care at all, and always smiles along the way.

When he came to a white luxury business vehicle more than ten meters long, he activated the electronic door and let the group in.

When the car started, the middle-aged butler who was sitting in the carriage with them said, "The other car is ready." Everything you mentioned on the phone call has been prepared. What else do you need? ”

The sturdy young man had thin cheeks and thick black hair, and when he took off his sunglasses, he could see a scar pulled diagonally down the corner of his left eye to the hook on his left face, almost cutting off half of his face. Behind the few strands of hair that covered his eyes showed a pair of eagle-like eyes, and the gaze was so sharp that no one dared to look directly at him.

"Open the map."

The middle-aged butler pressed the miniature remote control in his hand, and an electronic light curtain full of one meter square appeared out of thin air in the carriage, a detailed holographic map of the city of Wenzhou, including all the buildings, bridges, roads and mountain roads in the suburbs and around the Andes.

"We are still 400 kilometres from the Andes. Mr. Butler, where is the other car parked? ”

"Here, Route Four." The middle-aged butler pointed to a location on the map. Then he pointed his finger at that location, enlarged the nearby area, and said, "Let's wait for the change of car, and then start directly from Highway 4, pass through the Anping Bridge and Tunnel 43, and you can directly reach the ghost wind outlet at the southern foot of the Andes." The estimated time should be around an hour and a half. It's a bit of a detour, but it's safe, and the route basically dodges 75% of the electronic cameras. ”

"Very good, we are new to the city, you know the path here, just follow the route you said. Xiao Ding, how long will it take you to modify the mecha in the hands of those students to meet the needs of the battle? ”

A young man in his twenties, wearing a plaid shirt and a silver skull around his neck, who was happily discussing with his companion with a lewd smile on his face, heard this, thought about it, and first asked the middle-aged housekeeper, "Are the multi-functional mechanical arms and small 10,000-pound brakes ready?" ”

"Yes, both. There are also four assistive multi-purpose robots. ”

"That's good." The young man said lightly, "Forty minutes is enough." There is no need to make major changes to those mechas, you just need to dismantle those guys who are doing drama and replace them with real guns. ”

"Boss, how far are we going to do with this business? Kill all those students? There are more than 200 student babies, and I don't need all of our night owl squad to go out, and I can slaughter them all in ten minutes alone. Beard let out a bloodthirsty laugh. The others laughed strangely, accustomed to seeing blood, and killing people had long been accustomed to them. As long as the task requires, you can pinch and pop the baby's head without changing your face.

The middle-aged housekeeper shuddered when he heard this. The old man didn't elaborate on the phone, but he couldn't and didn't dare to ask more about the master's plans. As a good steward, you just have to do what you are told. Only by guarding one's own one-third of an acre of land and keeping one's mouth shut can you live for a long time. But one thing he was sure of was that the master had other plans and would not let all those students die. But these pirates are all ruthless and cruel people, can the agreement between the lord and them be so binding?

The middle-aged housekeeper didn't dare to continue thinking about it. It's none of his business who dies, he's just a housekeeper.

"Boss, there is one more thing to note, there is a fear of local garrisons around the Andes Mountains at the moment. We? ”

"There's no need to worry about this, there is only one armored division in the garrison of Planet Marfa, and most of them are 'Alliance 17' and 'Alliance 23' anti-joint individual armor. Anti-tank missiles will be able to take care of them. Moreover, the ghost wind outlet at the southern foot of the Andes is located in a remote area, the road is rugged, and the people are inaccessible, and entering the mountain from there will not attract the attention of others. The middle-aged butler dispelled their concerns.

After saying nothing, we went straight to Route 4.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Route 4 and saw the stretched container truck parked in the woods at the fork in the road. The whole body is painted black, and there are no license plates. There are also no logos on the body.

The middle-aged butler led them to the back of the car. Enter the electronic lock code and open the container. It was filled with dense metal boxes, large and small, and there were seventy or eighty of them. The sturdy young man sent someone up to inspect it, and a few minutes later, the person in charge of the inspection stood at the door of the carriage and nodded to the sturdy young man.

The sturdy young man walked up to the middle-aged butler, put his arm around his shoulder, and smiled all over his face, "Butler, you did a good job." Walk. I still have something to talk to you about. The other hand made a few quick gestures. The rest sprang into action.

The middle-aged housekeeper was hugged by a sturdy young man, and he just walked to the side for a while, when he heard a violent explosion "boom". The white limousine he was riding in was blown into a ball of fire. Billowing black smoke.

The middle-aged housekeeper's face changed and said, "Mr. Mike, who are you?" ”

Before he finished speaking, he was pinched by the throat of the fierce young man, "That car is not needed, of course it must be blown up." And you, my dear Mr. Steward, have fulfilled your mission. ”

"You...... Uh......" The middle-aged butler, who couldn't breathe, opened his mouth wide, stared at his frightened eyes, grabbed each other's arms with both hands and struggled hard, but the hand that clenched his throat was like an iron hoop. With a light crisp fracture sound, the middle-aged housekeeper was crushed to the throat bone, blood foam flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and his head was tilted. Still clutching him by the throat, the sturdy young man dragged the limp corpse to the burning commercial vehicle, and threw it into the raging flames.

"Let's go."

It took more than 10 minutes for them to leave before a police car with a siren arrived at the scene. At this time, the shadow of the black container truck is gone. The police immediately mobilized the surrounding surveillance video. But strangely nothing was found.

At 1:40 p.m., the "Night Owl" team arrived at the ghost wind outlet at the southern foot of the Andes.

No wonder this place is called a ghost outlet, because of the surrounding mountains, it has formed a natural outlet. Looking at the dark forest, coupled with the sound of the forest and the waves, it is quite terrifying.

Open the pallet of the container and remove the boxes from the car. These people are quick and experienced. It was soon turned into a standard base for small mechanical renovations.

The sturdy young man gathered the people, eleven people, in a horizontal row. Head high, chest up, hands behind your back, legs apart. Standard military style. And everyone has faded from the pirate spirit and replaced it with a well-trained military temperament.

The sturdy young man spoke in front of these people with a solemn expression, "Everyone. Shout your slogans. ”

"The sacred belongs to the great Roland, the glory belongs to the great Roland, and the loyalty belongs to the great Roland."

"It's good, time is limited, so I won't talk nonsense. Command. ”

All the members of the Night Stalker team stood upright.

"Ah San, control all the electronic eyes in the sky over the Andes and upload the smoke virus program, so that the Mecha Academy will not find out what is happening in the mountains in the next three hours."

"Yes, Captain, I promise to complete the mission."

"Beard, with three people transmitting signal jamming devices, shielding all signals from the Andes."

"Razor, bring six people with all the equipment, and follow me to capture the mech."

"Xiao Ding, you take the rest of the team to stand by. Get ready for mech modifications. ”

"Did you hear all the orders?"

"Hear the captain clearly."

"Action!"