At the end of the passage, the "second master" shot in a kneeling position and successfully blocked the rushing iron hand.

She was not satisfied with such a result, cursed, and followed the others in chagrin.

With the pride of being the No. 1 sniper of her dreadnought regiment, it was a shame that she could not kill her opponent at such a short distance. She had secretly remembered this strange man, and sooner or later she would have to save face.

It's not that she didn't have good skills this time, but that the gun she picked up casually was too tattered, and the front sight was not calibrated, otherwise, even if the iron hand temporarily sensed the danger and dodged, it would be impossible to escape the doom of the headshot.

She also did not look for a chance to fire a second shot, and immediately shifted when she missed, which is the iron law of snipers.

The goal of blocking the enemy has been achieved, and the "second master" is quite resolute.

They were only two small caves away from the tuning workshop, where the "Chief" had been adjusting and optimizing the second-generation armor according to the results of the last try-on.

"Wait for the old lady to put on the equipment, see if I can't torture you!" She rushed through the last door in hatred.

In this modification workshop, the "chief manager" has already worn the silver-white second-generation mecha on his body, and he did not appear on the battlefield because the power outage caused all the mechanical arms of the assembly line to stop.

With the help of the second-generation mecha's power increase, he was able to complete the manual assembly.

"You're here, hurry up and help, it's almost over!"

Behind them, a group of mutants rushed over, and the pests grabbed their weapons to build a defensive line, and for a moment the gunfire exploded.

At the foot of the wall not far away, Iron Hand squatted in the corridor, staring viciously around the corner like a snake and scorpion. From there, he could see the familiar faces of the pests, each of which he wanted to bite into.

He had experienced countless dangerous battles, his left arm had been cut off at elbow, and the bullet had pierced the cartilage of his ear, and the damage to his body was far less than that of Broken Phase's mind.

After his arm was disabled, he was equipped with a mechanical arm that was not so sensitive, and he often self-hypnotized and said that Lao Tzu was no longer disabled, but now thanks to the "second master", he was out of phase again. And this wound is obvious and cannot be concealed.

The young man cursed through gritted teeth, regretting that he hadn't killed them in the dungeon, and swore to torture a few Alloy Warriors to death.

His animal potential has been raised to the maximum, with black hair growing on his back coiled dragon tattoo and a German Shepherd on his nose. In the past few years, Iron Hand has relied on Demu's sense of smell and hearing to assist him in battle.

Instead of continuing the pursuit, he kept calling the mutants to charge inside. The management of these dungeons prides themselves on being the best of the best, and each one of them is quite desperate for their lives. Eat a trench and grow wise, and now there is cannon fodder driven, and you just need to follow behind to pick up the cheap.

Having gained respite, he also began to take out bandages to wrap his wounds. They have been shelled several times in the past few days, and everyone has gauze with them.

It's just that the location of the wound on the ear is not very convenient, and in order to stop the bleeding, I can only wrap my head around a few times, so that only the nostrils, mouth and eyes are exposed. If you don't look closely, you think it's a mummy in clothes coming out.

Not far behind him, outside the cave corridor, Liu Dazhi was braving the rain of bullets and bullets to organize people to deal with the gate of the arsenal.

All of them rushed into the arsenal through the hole in the cliff wall, and when they entered the door, they found that the steel gate was not so easy to open from the inside.

No one has ever seen a mechanical door with such a design, the stout mechanical arm controls the latch, and a huge hydraulic column is in the middle, no matter how the guns are fired, they will not move at all.

The bottom of the camel mountain was originally a civil air defense project, and the design specifications were to withstand a nuclear attack, and the iron gate was opened and closed mechanically.

Not to mention cannon fodder mutants with low intelligence, even well-informed people like Liu Dazhi don't understand how it works, so they can only blindly do it.

Bundles of explosives and grenades failed to shake the iron gate, but instead exploded inside, causing the walls of the cave to fall to the ground.

"No, there are two teams, one team goes to the remote control console, there should be a very large control room. A team gave me a careful search, this thing must have a manual switch nearby! ”

The ordered Mind Eaters scattered, looking for a way to open the iron gates, and those mutants, under the restraint and guidance of the second-level elites, only launched attacks on the guards of the dungeon, chasing the soldiers who had been defeated, and in a short time, the ground was covered with bloody footprints.

The console of the iron gate is high in the inner wall of the cave, about three stories high, and a huge glass wall, and several people inside can be seen resisting stubbornly.

The brave soldiers set up a heavy machine gun, and the bullet-intertwined firepower network suppressed the speed of the mutant influx, and even a few beast mind eaters were unlucky.

Liu Dazhi hid under a staircase and picked out a few grenades from the ammunition box on the ground.

The weapons and equipment that these arsenals boasted of were abandoned to the ground as their owners fled in all directions, cheapening the invaders.

He wanted to throw it out immediately, but when he saw a second-level elite mutant tilting his head with a curious look, he suddenly had an idea and shoved one of the grenades into his hand.

These mutants can't learn how to use weapons, and if they are given a gun, they will only use the barrel of the gun as a stick, and accidentally fire and break their heads.

The operation of the grenade is much simpler, but it is just to open the safety and throw it out.

The second-level elite is relatively smart, remembering the way the grenade is used, Liu Dazhi threw the grenade towards the control room, he has a lot of strength, but the accuracy is not high, and the grenade flipped and smashed against the wall.

"Boom!" The grenade that exploded before it hit the ground gave the second-level mutant a great shock.

It threw the grenade in a similar way, and the blind cat ran into the dead mouse, which happened to land in the control room, and the stubborn soldiers were blown to a blur of flesh and blood.

The heavy machine guns were silent, and more and more mutants jumped in from the heights, and the guns of resistance became more and more sparse.

The mutant who threw the grenade seemed excited, squeaked and reached for the grenade again. After a while, it picked up five or six in its hand and hung them on the rags on its body in turn.

Liu Dazhi looked at this violent terrorist he had cultivated single-handedly, and his heart was terrified.

He slapped himself lightly, and muttered to himself: "What are you afraid of, anyway, there are only a few grenades, and they won't be built when they run out, so it won't have much impact." Besides, this place is the territory of Old Man Ma, and I don't feel sorry for what is blown up......"

Having said that, Liu Dazhi himself still carefully stayed away from the mutant, this humanoid bombardier with more than a dozen grenades was too dangerous, maybe it would blow itself up at some point.

He looked around, a subordinate was trying to open the door, the general control room, the explosion power of the grenade destroyed the controller, a mind eater jumped in and fiddled for a long time and did not connect the power supply, how did they know, the dungeon had already been out of power, the lights above their heads were only emergency electricity, and there was no way to control the hydraulic power equipment.

The Mind Eaters, who were looking for a manual way to open the door, had not yet groped their way out of the door, tapping along the walls and floors.

One by one, mutants slid through holes in the walls, instinctively chasing after fleeing and sporadic resistance.

"There is no decent resistance anymore, the old man Ma and Nantes these alloy warriors should have run to the depths of the cave to hide." Liu Dazhi took it for granted that the next step was to arrest people in this huge mouse hole.

He and two of his men, with dozens of cannon fodder mutants, searched and advanced, and walked towards the location of the hot spring courtyard.

Funny to say, the hot spring courtyard was originally the largest, brightest, most conspicuous, and most core area of the dungeon production area.

The mutants who climbed the wall and jumped in prioritized the pursuit of the fleeing and resisting humans, but the quiet and uninhabited hot spring courtyard became a corner that was not noticed.

Xiao Yang slowly sorted out his clothes, wiped his sword, and then stuck to the crack of the door and looked out.

He didn't think there was anything surprising about being broken through by mutants, in the past countless combat battles, Uncle Xiao didn't break out of the encirclement in a bloody battle, these mutants were still vulnerable.

What is a little troublesome now is that there is a little kid and a woman following him, and he is not as free to kill as before.

He scolded in a low voice, "Damn, aren't Nantes the self-proclaimed mutant nemesis?" It's also called a pest or something, why did it rout? He didn't even care about Lao Tzu's life and death. ”

Kan Shuxin saw his concerns, and took out a dagger to protect Zhang Chuanliudao: "Don't worry, we won't hold you back." "There were gunshots and explosions outside, and she had prepared for the worst

Xiao Yang snorted coldly, this regards him as the kind of prodigal son who puts on his pants and leaves?

He smiled evilly: "I, Xiao Yang, although I used to play with flowers, but after meeting you, I swear that I will never be tempted by other women again, if you two are trapped here, won't Lao Tzu die lonely for the rest of his life." ”

Kan Shuxin, a smart woman, immediately heard the unspoken resoluteness.

She was moved to tears, and threw herself up and gave her a passionate kiss. The child covered his eyes with a grin, and his dark eyes were rolling between his fingers.

Xiao Yang shook his hand and inserted the "chopping melon" on the ground, and the breakthrough plan in his mind was immediately thrown out of the clouds.

Fortunately, they didn't act rashly, the kiss here was not over yet, Liu Dazhi's men had already figured out a way to manually open the door of the arsenal, and in a burst of metal impact, the huge and heavy iron door slowly opened, and thousands of mutants crowded into knots outside the door rushed in like opening the gate and releasing water.

"The tide is gone, the tide is gone......," cried out a soldier who had fled to the tuning workshop from the other end, pulling out his pistol and putting it on his temple.

"Fuck you! Lao Tzu is not dead...... "The horse struggled and kicked him over.