The moon is dark and kills the night, and the wind is high and the sky is on fire.

The night was dark enough, there was no moon, and there were sparse starlight. Killing is appropriate.

The wind is not strong, the branches are slightly shaking, and it is not suitable for arson.

Pillars of snow-lit searchlights swept overhead. Infrared traps are also laid out in places invisible to the naked eye.

It is non-lethal, but extremely sensitive, and if anyone touches it, the alarm will immediately sound throughout the station.

The fat man squatted in front of the wall pier, his heart pounding.

It's not easy to be a hero, and it's even harder to do a hero's job.

He was originally a timid man, able to endure hardships and willing to suffer.

My greatest wish was to be a happy mechanic in peacetime. Do what you like and earn your boss's money.

After eating, move a small horse to sit at the mouth of the alley and watch the sunset. Just live day by day, and he won't get tired of it for the rest of his life.

If he had a choice, he wanted everyone to live well. Whoever it is, whoever it is.

Since the Andes, every time he kills someone, it is for himself or to let the friends he knows live.

Counting it, directly, indirectly, there are quite a few people who died at his hands. But his courage still hasn't grown, and he is still a little bold every time he takes a serious action.

The last time I was a hero, I was lucky. And this time? He didn't dare to promise, but he couldn't help but come.

The hard work had to come, too, because everyone was counting on him. And Xie Hui is a soldier under him, he can't ignore it.

Squatting there, his palms covered in sweat.

If he was really smart enough, he shouldn't have chosen such a time period to save people. It should be best at three or four o'clock in the morning, when people sleep the deadliest, the deepest, the least alert, and the greatest success rate in saving people.

But the fat man could not wait until that time, because he did not dare to gamble.

I'm afraid that when the time comes, it will not be people who will be rescued, but corpses. He didn't even dare to imagine what that would be like.

Fat people are really extreme people sometimes. If you really want to do one thing, and you have to do that thing, you will subconsciously hide the negative, cowardly, emotional, thinking and other messy things in your character. Hide in an unseen corner deep inside, and then stomp on a few hard feet. Become a stubborn madman.

When he was a child, he used to hear adults say that the most terrible people in the world are not criminals, murderers, but madmen. Because madmen have nothing to fear.

The fat man is going to become crazy now, so that everyone is afraid of him.

……

The gap in the iron fence wall is large, and you can see all the scenes inside.

One, two, three, four...... The fat cat poked its head out from behind the wall pier and counted them one by one.

The information of the feather coat was very accurate, and there were fifteen mecha neatly arranged in front of the row of warehouses more than two hundred meters away. A black, half-beast-like behemoth squatted on the ground.

The forelimbs are long, the hindlimbs are short, and the limb structure is a bit like that of the Union "ripper", but the head is not that large. It is estimated that the hind limbs are also dual-type power structures. It can be converted to track mode if the situation requires.

The fat man had never seen the "Swift Tiger" mecha, but he could basically judge the advantages and disadvantages of this type of mecha based on its appearance and body structure alone.

The armor is thick and has strong defensive properties. Lack of action, but with a lot of attack and strong firepower. It is not suitable for raids and field operations, but it has a certain advantage in fighting defensive and urban warfare. Can be used as a mobile turret.

To deal with this kind of mecha, you don't need too complicated combat skills. As long as you grasp the weakness of the lack of mobility, don't be locked by the fire control system, and beat it hard, if you can knock off a leg or something, it will be better, then it can only become a target paralyzed on the ground, and you can abuse it as much as you want.

The fat man looked away from the mech and looked at the playground.

There were three or four campfires there, and quite a few people were barbecuing around. Singing and dancing around the fire. Drinking, wrestling, very lively. The noise spread far and wide.

Burton has all fallen under their control, and there is no large-scale resistance to be found in the vicinity, so they are not very vigilant.

They are soldiers, not officials, and they are not allowed to leave the barracks without orders. If you are slack off and bored, you have to find a way to have fun, otherwise the days will be difficult in the future.

This is both a good thing and a bad thing for fat people.

The other party is on low alert, which makes it easy for him to sneak in. But with so many soldiers piled up on the playground, it was impossible for him to get the mecha away without noticing. In the current situation, he has a variety of ways to blow up this place. But he didn't have a mecha in his hand, even if he waited for him to rush into the division commander's mansion and rescue people? When the time comes, facing the mecha muzzle and countless muzzles, it can only be torn to pieces.

Unless a string of good fortune can hit him on the head. All actions are not detected from beginning to end, and no big movement is made. In that case, there is still room to retreat, and after rescuing the people, come here and grab the next mecha and rush out.

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't come up with any good ideas. I just don't think about it first, take action, and take one step at a time.

He lay on his stomach and crawled forward quickly, targeting the automatic energy turrets.

These defensive turrets all come with their own aim locking system. It weighs two tons and is about five meters high. The hemispherical shape was clasped to the ground, and a long barrel protruded from the huge gap in the middle. Sturdy and stable turret base, 180-degree rotatable muzzle. The solid energy blocks in the energy card slot provide the energy required for the shelling.

All he had to do now was block the energy transfer pipeline between the energy card slot and the energy conversion device inside the turret base.

After blocking this place, once the turret system receives the firing command from the central computer, the energy transmission pipeline will be blocked, and the entire turret will be like a person whose throat has been pinched, unable to breathe. Once the runaway energy gathers to a critical point, the result is a "boom" that turns the turret into a self-detonating high-powered bomb.

There are less than thirty automatic turrets around here, and when the time comes, all of them will explode, and if you can't raze the entire station, there will probably be nothing left.

It's easy to block the energy transmission pipeline, just unscrew the spiral bayonet attached to the turret base and reverse it to the card slot.

There are four conversion devices inside the energy card slot, two for external transmission and two for reserve, forming two sets of conversion systems that rely on each other and must be closely spaced. The fat man dismantled the card slot, first pulled out a dozen finger-thick slow-voltage circuit tubes, three or two or four or five knots together and screwed them to death, and then took off the spacer crystal plate behind the circuit tube, and then connected the spiral bayonet of the energy transmission pipeline to the slow-pressure interface, tightened it hard, and finally covered the lid of the energy card slot.

After finishing one, the fat man turned his target to the second one, which was dozens of meters away. A column of searchlight swept over, causing him to lie on the ground in fright, his body hidden in the dark shadow of the turret, not daring to move.

When the bright pillar of light swept over, he crawled close to the ground like a big-bellied toad, using his hands and feet at the same time, and the speed was extremely fast......

After finishing a total of twenty-seven automatic turrets, he was also sweating profusely, lying on the ground on all fours and panting for breath.

When his strength had recovered slightly, he began to sneak towards the division commander's residence.

By this time, it was past ten o'clock in the night.

There are mobile police posts on the periphery of the division commander's residence, and they are in groups of six, armed with live ammunition. The fat man went around to the back of the villa and climbed over the wall to sneak in.

A large garden lawn with evergreen plants planted on both sides of the white stone paved path. The artificially created flower wall is more than a meter high. The environment is really good, no wonder it will be targeted here by that bullshit master.

The fat man avoided more than a dozen surveillance probes along the way, and touched under a window on the back wall of the villa without danger.

Many of the rooms inside were lit up, and there was a faint sound of talking. There are men and women. Judging by the sound source, there should not be many people.

The fat man rolled up his cuffs, revealing the cowhide cover tied to his wrist. There were six knives stuck in it, some long and some short, some wide and some narrow,

The shapes are different, but they are all the same bright and sharp. Pick out a crescent-shaped knife, sharp and thin as a piece of paper, and the handle is almost invisible, carefully inserted into the crack of the window, and slowly pry the window open with a little force. The fat man did not rush in, but listened to the movements around him and did not find anything abnormal before turning over and entering.

It is a long corridor with snow-white walls and wall lamps. The floor was covered with a carpet of red braided gold flowers. Take a cursory look left and right. The fat man tiptoed to the left against the wall. There's a corner at the end. The fat man's back was pressed against the wall, and half of his head was sticking out from the corner, using one eye to probe in the distance.

There was a sudden noise behind him, so faint that it was hard to detect if you didn't listen carefully. But the fat man's nerves are tense now, and his vigilance is to the extreme, and any noise around him can't escape his perception, because he is afraid, so he is keen. Five senses, even six senses, are emerging.

He suddenly turned his head, and his eyes widened. Open your mouth wide.

The window he had just climbed in was opened again, and a dark shadow rolled in. The movements were sensitive, and after landing on the ground, she quickly put her body under the window, and when she saw the fat man, she was also stunned. The two looked at each other, both like wood carving clay sculptures.

He was a night walker, dressed in black, covered with a black scarf, and only his eyes were exposed. The black tights wrap her slender body in a bumpy way, it's a woman!

The fat man had an illusion in a trance, he met a righteous thief who walked thousands of households at night and robbed the rich to help the poor! Flying Thieves! And it's a woman! Bright eyes and slender figure all show that this is still a young woman!

The fat man's throat trembled, wanting to say something, breaking the strange silence between the two of them at the moment, and suddenly his pores tightened, and he felt that the other party exuded a murderous aura.

I saw the black-clothed and masked woman with her hands raised sharply, throwing the knife in a posture.

The fat man subconsciously dodged on the side of his short body, but he didn't feel a sharp wind coming, nor did he hear the sound of metal objects breaking through the air, his heart was terrible, and he was fooled!