"I'm blocked off by the building and can't see it. Give me some time! "Second Master" panted soundly, indicating that she was climbing the stairs.

The street is the original central business district, and it is difficult to find a suitable sniper spot with various high-rise buildings.

Nantes and the "Chief" were not strong enough to stop it from burrowing out of the ground, and watched as the giant xenomorph finally lifted a cement slab several meters thick and drilled out of the ground.

It stood up straight, nearly 6 meters tall, with four arms and rags and iron sheets hanging from its body, faintly revealing muscles like steel.

Nantes began to regret that she had not chosen to fight the monsters in the building area, thinking that it was a slow-moving monster, but she didn't expect it to be a tall and long-legged man.

The assault rifle in his hand was fired, and the bullet was embedded in its chest muscle, and it was immediately squeezed out, and there was no blood.

The monster could feel the pain, grabbed an old car with both hands, used it as a shield in front, and strode towards Nantes, and that step was five meters away, a relatively safe distance of more than 40 meters, and it was gone in an instant. Huge footsteps rumbled, as if they were a heavy bulldozer.

The "Sister Hua" in his mind was silent as if he was dead, no matter how he called for help, he didn't respond.

Nantes panicked for the first time in three years, like a new recruit who had just entered the battlefield, at a loss.

"Get out of the way!" The call of the "manager" came from the headphones, and the front face of the sedan had hit in front of him, Nantes's chest shook violently, and the next moment he felt himself flying out.

It wasn't until his back hit the ground and the alloy armored exoskeleton stabbed and sparked on the ground that he came to his senses, and his battle instinct made him raise the rifle in his hand. The bullet pierced the car's aluminum skin, but it didn't stop it from moving forward.

Nantes didn't have time to get up and hurriedly rolled to the right, avoiding the scrap car that had been smashed down, but was hit hard in the waist by the giant xenomorph.

didn't have time to feel the severe pain in his body, so he hurriedly took advantage of the momentum and rolled over, and finally turned over and got up. The rib defense of the alloy armor is weak, and if you take another kick, you may have to explain it here.

Fortunately, many years of combat experience are still there, even after such a serious impact, the assault rifle with the shoulder strap wrapped around the right hand has not been taken off, and now standing on the side of the giant xenomorph, there is room to shoot.

Nantes retreated while shooting, and a string of bullets shot out, originally aimed at the armpit of its left arm, but I didn't expect this guy's four arms to be very flexible, and all the bullets were blocked by the empty-handed left arm, and the knotted muscles directly bounced the bullets away.

The car had fallen apart from several impacts and bullets, and the doors, bumpers, engine, and girders had fallen off, and it felt that the weapon was not in its hands, so it simply threw it at Nantes.

At this time, Nantes's right was blocked by a dilapidated bus, so he could only dodge to the left, but he didn't expect that the marble flowerbed under his feet could not support the weight of the alloy warrior of 200 kilograms, and it was trampled on and collapsed.

Nantes stumbled down, but accidentally avoided the broken car that had been thrown over.

The giant xenomorph predicted that he would run to the left, and when he threw out the broken car, he ran there in advance, but the sudden change made it misjudge, and instead exposed itself to Nantes's shooting angle.

At a distance of less than 10 meters, the power of a large-caliber assault rifle can beat ordinary carrion xenomorphs into a sieve, how many shots can this big guy withstand?

The tongue of fire spat wildly, and it was still filled with tracer bullets, and all the green glow shot into the front of this giant xenomorph.

While most of the bullets were blocked by the swinging limbs, the sharp pain apparently prevented it from continuing to rush forward.

It's just that Nantes never had time to change the magazine, and the remaining dozen or so rounds were quickly finished. Just buy him time to get back on his feet.

The giant xenomorph was hurt and roared, grabbing everything around him as he approached Nantes, smashing it at the bricks and stones that were bigger than car tires, javelin-like lamp poles, and even the rotting corpses on the ground, one by one, with great precision.

"Help me, save me!" Nantes dodged and hurriedly changed the magazine, and only then did he remember to call for help. Now the only one who can save him is the "manager", but just after being beaten farther and farther away from him by this giant xenomorph, Nantes is worried that before he can rush over, he will be pierced by a street lamp pole first.

When he finally put on the magazine, he looked up and saw no trace of the giant xenomorph.

After only half a second of hesitation, I felt a black shadow pressing down on my head. The guy jumped high and fell from the sky and smashed directly into it.

The body that weighed several tons rode on Nantes, crushed by it from the waist down. As soon as Nantes raised the gun in his hand, he was grabbed by the giant hand and snatched it away, and when he threw it back, it became a black spot in the sky.

A huge fist appeared in front of him, followed by a punch, a punch, a punch, the four fists attacked in turn, hitting the arms in front of him, this chaotic and tight "Wang Ba Fist", straight to the point that the exoskeleton of the alloy armor began to shatter, the arms were in severe pain and lost their defensive ability, and the explosion-proof glass of the helmet was also broken.

"Am I going to die? I'm going to die......" If that fist broke the helmet mask, Nantes would definitely not be able to withstand the tremendous force.

The fist didn't fall for a long time, and that second seemed to be a very long time.

Explosions came from behind the troll, presumably the "manager's" beetle and other gadgets finally arrived to play a role.

As her vision gradually cleared, Nantes saw the four giant hands pounce on their backs, and grab all kinds of debris and smash them at the "chief manager" on the roof of the building in the distance. The troll was still riding on Nantes, but there was no time to worry about him for the time being.

Nantes quickly glanced at his arms, the alloy armor was shattered, and he could faintly see the transmission bones and his arms inside. The mechanical structure of the left hand is badly damaged, only two fingers are left to move, and the armor of the right hand is bad, but the fingers are still flexible.

With his right hand, he pulled out the fortified spur hidden in the armor of his left arm, which might be his last chance.

Taking advantage of the fact that the big man was busy dealing with the "manager" behind him, and the door in his chest was wide open, Nantes sat up suddenly, and the thorn in his right hand stabbed it fiercely into its abdomen, and the height gap between him and it was too great to reach this part.

Unfortunately, when the thorn was only a few centimeters away from its skin, Nantes's right wrist was grabbed by a large hand that was born under its armpit, and he stabbed forward with all his strength, but he could not penetrate a single bit. The metal exoskeleton of the right arm made a "click" sound, and sparks emerged from the shoulder, which was already close to the collapse limit.

The tire-like head twisted around, its gaping mouth roaring, spewing out filthy corpse fluid.

Nantes saw a playful and cruel expression.

The body was pressed by its several tons of body, but the arms were pulled upward, the metal parts of the exoskeleton collapsed, and the shoulders were painful, and it seemed that after a while, the entire arm would be torn off alive by it.

At this time, the sound of dense gunfire was clearly heard in my ears.

It was the familiar, melodious sound of the Gatling Vulcan Cannon.

The old horse finally ran over, firing as he approached this direction, the bullet popping through the troll's skin and muscles, Nantes saw its painful expression, and the next moment felt the pressure on his waist plummet.

"Not good! It's going to stop me from bullets......" Nantes cried out in horror, but luckily the old horse heard the call and made an emergency ceasefire. Otherwise, the bullet thicker than a finger would hit the body of the "little pumpkin", and even the alloy armor would pierce it.

Nantes was picked up by an arm, the alloy exoskeleton shattered, and there was a heart-rending pain in the shoulder.

Fearing that he would be injured by mistake, his companions ceased fire.

The troll was wounded in the back by the Gatling Vulcan cannon, and its hatred was so great that it rushed straight towards the old horse.

At this time, Nantes was held in front of him with two hands, probably like a dead dog. The old horse didn't dare to open fire, so he had to run towards the building behind him, where the "chief manager" was on the roof to support him, and maybe he could subdue the monster.

Buildings along the way managed to slow it down. It toppled down a series of shops, and the exterior walls of the buildings were like papier-mâché, punching a big hole, and in a short time the building was turned into a hornet's nest.

The monster's ability to bounce and climb is amazing, and the old horse does not dare to climb upstairs, so he can only go around in various small alleys.

While they were fighting, the "manager" on the roof didn't seem to be idle, and I heard various explosions coming from behind the monster.

The "manager" gritted his teeth and roared from the earphones: "Kill you, kill you, kill you......"

For the first time, Nantes thought his gay voice was so good.

Annoyed by the mechanical gadgets, the monster picked up a huge concrete block and threw it at the roof of the building.