The Andes are full of turbulence of powerful electronic interference. Communications are truncated, and radars, although they can be used, often give wrong data. Thermal detectors mainly work on electronic components. In the electromagnetic area, the utility will be greatly reduced, and it will basically become an ornament.

In this case, it is almost all about the eyes to find someone.

Little Wellington was confident that as long as he didn't make a sound, he wouldn't be able to spot him even if the other party was close at hand.

The two huge ancient trees of conjoined twins leaning against them are nearly 100 meters high. The huge trunk of the incomparably thick tree, two trees grow together together, and there is no gap in the middle, which can completely cover the huge steel body of the "T-800". The sparse sunlight that penetrates through the sky will also be cut into pieces by the dense canopy. There is no need to worry about the shadow being detected by the other party.

But he didn't know that the person who raised the butcher's knife to the students was no ordinary pirate. The real identity is that of an Imperial soldier with a wealth of combat experience.

He thought he was hiding well, but in the eyes of a professional soldier who was familiar with jungle warfare, his approach was not only naïve, but also ridiculous, and completely a child's trick.

"Little Mouse, are you hiding from me? ......"

The laughter of the "slaughterer" was very mad. The driver inside it was a burly, bald man called Razor. It's a nickname, and it's a name. I thought the original name was not good and not domineering enough, so I changed the nickname to a name. He likes to cut other people's necks, and he doesn't hesitate to cut his own neck if he needs to. That's why it's called a razor.

When a soldier kills someone, if you kill too much, your blood will be cold and numb. Psychologically, there will be varying degrees of variation. Over time, all kinds of messy habits will be formed.

The habit of razor-killing is very special and perverted. In his eyes, killing people has to be rhythmic.

He thinks he is a rough man, and in the eyes of others, he is always considered uneducated.

So he improved his cultural cultivation and began to learn musical instruments. He learned all kinds of instruments, but in the end, none of them could be learned, and he couldn't play simple scores. So he killed all the teachers who taught him musical instruments. thinks they are hiding their secrets and didn't bother to teach him. So damn it.

But it's not that he hasn't learned anything, he understands a musical term, rhythm. It's the beat.

He thinks he's learned what he wants to learn. I have comprehended the essence of music.

has become a truly literate and cultivated man. It's not that you can't play a musical instrument, it's that the instrument is wrong.

His instrument is on the enemy. The music he was going to play was also on the enemy.

Once the performance begins, it will be the most beautiful music in the world.

That's the rhythm of killing.

When you kill, you have to master the rhythm, like the fast and slow beats in music. When it should be fast, he does not hesitate, and he is cruel and ruthless. When it's time to be slow, you have to be like a cat teasing a mouse. You can't simply kill the enemy, it's too boring and uncultured.

Since entering the mountain, he has only killed four, and his music creation process is only halfway through, and he has not yet reached the climax.

But the little mouse hiding behind the tree in front of him made him have a premonition that the climax was coming.

He started to get excited and started to be impatient.

His eyes began to glow red, and his scarlet tongue licked his lips.

A quick click of your finger on the weapon firing button on the console.

The semicircular protective armor of the shoulders of the "Slayer" began to crack, and two 18 mm caliber "Mittlin" multi-barreled rotary machine guns stretched out.

Da Da Da ......

The barrels of the six rapidly spinning infant arms spewed frantically with tongues of fire more than a foot long. In the blink of an eye, the dense high-explosive armor-piercing shells smashed the two huge ancient trees that were living together into honeycombs everywhere, and sawdust flew everywhere, and soon a huge hole was dug out, and the two large trees fell forward with a creaking sound.

Little Wellington behind the tree could no longer hide. Had to dodge out.

The gunfire stopped, and the hot barrel turned slower and slower, gradually stopping.

"Little mouse, aren't you hiding from me? Hide, why don't you hide? And then hide? ”

Click, the gunfire rang out again, and a shuttle of bullets hit the feet of the "T-800", splashing dirt.

"Hide again?"

Da Da is another shuttle. As a result, Little Wellington had to manipulate the mecha to jump and dodge.

"Hide, hide, I told you to hide......"

Click, click, and the dense gunfire caused the tall "T-800" heavy mecha to jump around in place like a clown.

"The Slayer" laughed maniacally.

A large black axe roared and hurled at the metal skull of the Slayer. It was followed by a huge black shadow flying up and pressing down in the air.

Under the huge steel body of the "T-800", the "Slayer" is unusually short.

A pile of iron weighing 36 tons smashed down weightlessly. Rao is a razor with rich combat experience, and he doesn't dare to hold a big hard connection. The muzzles of the two shoulders were raised at an angle, and the tongue of fire spewed out, sweeping at the "T-800" that pounced in the air, trying to take this opportunity to move his body sideways.

But he didn't realize that little Wellington in the cockpit had a hideous expression, and his young face was full of madness. He rushed over to die with him, completely ignoring the dense bullets coming from the front.

The "T-800" heavy mecha is known for its powerful offensive firepower and strong defense. Frontal resistance to dense high-explosive armor-piercing shells at close range, as now, is also difficult to penetrate thickened alloy steel plates in a short time. Sparks burst out, and the body was shot out of dense craters.

With a loud crash, the "Slayer", who had just moved half of the fuselage, was smashed under the heavy "T-800", the earth flew up, and the ground was smashed out of a large crater deep in. The protection of the mecha of the "Slayer" is not as good as that of the "T-800", even with the energy shield turned on, it was still smashed and the fuselage was broken in many places, and the wiring inside was exposed to the air and sparks.

The cockpit was smashed and deformed, and the razor ribs inside were broken, and it was squeezed so that it had a bloody throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. The two mechs were entangled, and the "T-800" used all fours together, ignoring the muzzle of the crazy shooting on the head and cockpit, and firmly hugged the "slaughterer" who was struggling to get up. There was an unusual buzzing sound in the trembling body.

The razor that kept bleeding from its mouth was still rampant and fierce. The "Mittlin" machine guns on both shoulders fired wildly at the opponent's body, and the reloaded bullet casings jumped out like beans. Jingle falls to the ground, accumulating more and more. Grabbing the alloy dagger, he pierced the opponent's protective armor from under the abdomen, cutting upwards, and the thick armor was opened with a huge gap, making a piercing sound of metal grinding. Pull it out, stab it again, and scratch it again......

"Little mouse, do you think you can turn the tables around in this way?"

“…… Didn't want to turn the tables...... I just want to drag you to hell with me...... Bastard! "The amplitude of the tremor of the heavy fuselage is getting louder and louder, and the buzzing sound coming from the body is getting louder and louder.

The razor suddenly rushed to an inexplicable danger that alerted him, and his eyes flashed fiercely, and he roared, "What have you done? ”

At this time, the protective armor of the "T-800" was almost broken, half of the fuselage burned, and a huge alloy dagger also pierced the base of the cockpit, and the metal shrapnel that splashed everywhere pierced dozens of blood holes on Little Wellington's body, and gurgling blood rolled out. The whole person has become a blur of flesh and blood. Blood blurred half of his face, and the only intact eye was ruthless, and there was a hint of relief.

He suddenly smiled strangely, and then laughed louder and louder.

Razor became more and more uneasy, the muzzle of the gun fired wildly, and the high-explosive armor-piercing projectile shot into the cockpit, shattering half of Little Wellington's body, and one eye on the half of the head that was blown away was still open. He believed that his death would not be alone, and that the enemy would soon follow.

"Damn, damn it......" Razor never believed that the boat capsized in the perineal gutter, and moved his body vigorously, trying to pull out the stuck foot, and then immediately detach from the body, but before this idea could fall, he was engulfed by a violent explosion along with the snatched "Slayer" and the burning "T-800".

A mushroom cloud rises, and the blast wave of the explosion flattens a radius of several thousand meters around it.

Razor is confused until death. He didn't understand how a student exercise mecha that was obviously not carrying any thermal weapons and equipment suddenly turned into an extremely powerful high-explosive bomb......

The violent explosion here alarmed many people, especially the thick smoke and mushroom cloud that reached into the sky. It's even more eye-catching.

Many people involuntarily stopped. There are students who run away, and there are also members of the "Night Stalker" team.

and Tang Xiaobao, who manipulated the "Black King Kong" to rush into the sky over the Andes.

In the distance, a flying black mech sped up again.

In the red area on the northern outskirts of the Andes, a sleek, noble, and beautiful crimson mecha with wings spread on its back has just lifted into the air.

"Ballball, fly in the direction of the mushroom cloud rising, fast!"

"Black King Kong" adjusted its direction and accelerated its flight speed according to the fat man's instructions, and the blue-white flame tail of the thruster was elongated again.

"Fatty, it can't be that reinforcements are arriving, right? Or do those guys need to kill a few students with such a big hand? It's almost as powerful as a small nuclear explosion, right? ”

The fat man's expression was grim, he thought about it, shook his head and said, "I don't think it's like it." It should be ......"

"What is it?"

"The self-destruct mechanism of the mech." The fat man said word by word. If it is really the original initial program self-destruction device that comes with the mecha itself, then that mushroom cloud should have killed students and terrorists together. Whoever he is, he deserves admiration. If this kind of thing is left on him Tang Xiaobao, he may not be able to do it. He is the kind of coward who will do everything to save his life once he encounters a dead end. Even if you are dead and alive, you have to escape a ditch.

When the fat man rushed to the blast ground, he looked down condescendingly, and gasped. Thousands of square meters below have been completely razed to the ground. The wreckage of two mechas, one large and one small, had been blown apart, and the original body model could be vaguely distinguished.

“T—800？ The people of hellfire? It's really blind, that garbage team can also come out with such a righteous and awe-inspiring hero? It seems that I will have to be more respectful to little Wellington's two hundred and five in the future. It's small...... The slaughterer should have been taken away by the terrorists. There's also a broken barrel on his body. ”

The fat man was pondering and sighing, and suddenly the fuselage shook, "Fatty, be careful, someone is sniping you!" ”

(PS: For working reasons, the update time has been unstable in recent days, and it will be adjusted slowly.) ）