When he woke up, there was a person lying next to him, almost scaring Antakuta to death.

When I looked closely, it was an Asian girl in camouflage uniform, with a dark complexion and long black hair, who was lying on the carpet in a ball at this time.

At some point, a large number of soldiers had gathered in the VIP room, sitting on the ground with guns, some chatting, and some lying on the ground and sleeping.

The movement of Antakuta getting up seemed to wake up the dark-haired girl.

She got up in a daze, rubbed her eyes, and looked blankly at Antakuta.

Antakuta's breath faltered, and he exclaimed, "Little Tower! ”

Many people watched this roar. The black-haired girl instantly sobered up, put her hand on the handle of the gun, and stared at Antakouta vigilantly, "Who are you?" How do you know me? ”

Several big guys also stood up and surrounded Antarkuta murderously, "Get out." ”

"What? Is this your home? Antakuta was not happy, so he simply sat down again and crossed Erlang's legs.

Then he realized that he had misplaced the focus, and the black-haired girl in front of him was obviously a grown version of Takutaan! With such a strong Shura aura on his body, it is still so refreshing even after countless time and space!

"We've got it here, how do you know Tata!" The big man said coldly.

As soon as Antakuta pondered it, he knew what was going on, and the soul of Takutaan was too weak, and he had already lost himself in this time and space.

"It's okay, admit it." Antakuta said casually, "Which unit are you from?" ”

Dahan was stunned for a moment, your skills in changing the topic are too poor, right?

"What the do I ask you!" Takutaan had shrunk behind a few people at this time, and his probe was looking at Antakuta.

"You're quite angry!" Antakuta was unhappy, "What's wrong with Lao Tzu saying something?" Fighting, huh? ”

At this time, an officer with a relatively normal body pulled away a few soldiers and saluted Antakuta, "Major Chengping, the general wants to see you." ”

"Tu old ghost, leave people behind, fuck, dare to rush Lao Tzu's soldiers, if you don't beat them, why are you losing the face of the greedy wolf!" The big man pointed at the officer in a vicious voice.

"He's the executive officer of the Deep Blue Project, can you beat it?" The officer surnamed Tu didn't look angry either, and shook his head, "You greedy wolves, don't just float away after a few victories." There are people outside of people, there are gods outside of gods, and some things are not so simple. ”

The big man choked up, and just wanted to say something, his hand was slapped heavily.

The big man turned his head and was about to scold, but the words changed when they came to his mouth.

"Boss Han, why are you here, ahaha, don't worry, Tata hasn't been bullied!" The big man smiled flatteringly.

Antakuta looked up, Emma, is this human?

At least he had never seen a human who was two and a half meters tall and so burly that it felt like a stone.

"Han Chan, take care of your soldiers, it's too presumptuous." The officer surnamed Tu frowned, looking rather dissatisfied.

Han Chan nodded, grabbed Dahan's collar, and walked in without saying a word. The other soldiers hurriedly looked away, unable to bear to look directly.

Antakuta couldn't help but look twice as he passed Takutaan, but his daughter shrank directly behind the soldier, and he had to sigh faintly.

It's really a woman's eighteen changes, the bigger she is, the more cheating she is.

He touched his face and walked out of the VIP room with Officer Tu.

"How long have I been asleep?" Antakuta looked around a few times but didn't see the clock.

"Five hours and thirty-two minutes, and it's already dark." The officer looked at the watch on his wrist, and in front of him was the brightly lit waiting hall, and outside the glass wall was dim, only the searchlight of the tower tore through the night.

There was a faint smell of blood in the lobby.

Antakuta had an amazing memory, and he almost instantly noticed that ninety percent of the people in this group had never seen it, and the few figures he saw when he came were all slumped in a corner, and all of them had treated wounds.

"Just received another report of an attack, the third time this week. We have a troop trapped in an abandoned city, which is the main reason for looking for you this time. ”

"Looking for me? Great, I've always wanted to ......"

"No, our commander, he just died."

"Dead?"

"Yes, suicide. He left a suicide note, saying that he had made a mistake in judgment and caused nearly 1,000 people to die on the front line this week. That bastard. Officer Tu gritted his teeth, "How can you run away irresponsibly because of this kind of!" ”

Antarcuta listened silently. Thousands, this was only a small number in his opinion, after all, every war between clans was accompanied by the annihilation of millions of living beings.

But for humanity, this should be a great disaster.

The two of them came to a place that had been a conference room. Pushing open the door, a huge screen hung on the wall, and the light of the projector was the only thing that seemed to have some life.

A dozen or so people sat at a long table on the screen, with cold coffee and tablets in front of them.

"Three, report the results." A hoarse voice came.

"Three?" No one answered, the middle-aged officer with messy hair smiled bitterly, turned the ballpoint pen, and crossed it over a notebook, "Nineteenth, this is the headquarters, what about the three?" ”

"Report, this is the twenty-seventh. We didn't see it on the nineteenth, the communicator was seen on Tyrion's corpse. Number Three is gone. ”

The middle-aged officer turned on the hands-free and picked up the pen. For a moment, he hesitantly put the pen back on the table, "There is only one corpse———— that means that the nineteenth may still be there?" ”

"According to the report, according to the reports of the survivors of the front wing, the last place where Nineteen was seen was near the entrance to the sea spider's nest." The voice on the other end looked a little tired, "General, give the order to evacuate." I...... We, my brothers, can't hold it out. ”

The middle officer opened his mouth and did not speak.

The figure officer on the side clenched his fists tightly, his nails sinking into the flesh. A cloudy tear dripped silently to the ground.

Antakuta watched the scene quietly. He's just a passerby, and he's going to leave soon. All this is just a tragedy that has happened in human history, these war dead, with the collapse of the artificial mother, finally no longer even have a name.

This is what he sees from the future.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Cheng Ping, the executive officer of the Deep Blue Project, to replace Lao Xu." Officer Tu spoke, patting Antakuta on the shoulder.

Several people glanced at Antarkuta, but did not say a word.

"Well, even though you have amnesia, there are some things that you still remember, some things that need to be activated by genetic sequences. Lao Xu is gone, and now only you can network. Come on. After saying something incomprehensible, Officer Tu opened the door and left, leaving Antakuta standing there with a bewildered expression.

What did he just say?

He stood for two minutes before a man reluctantly turned around and pointed to a stool.

Antakuta sat down and found a helmet-like thing on the table, with many wires connected to it, and it looked very bad.

"Put it on, press start. This is a second-generation old-fashioned adapter, a bit unstable, be careful yourself. With those two words, the messy guy went on to make his own things.

Antakuta sighed, as a Shura, he has experienced enough ups and downs, this kind of trivial matter, whatever.

He put on his helmet, picked up a switch on the table, and pressed the turn button.

Suddenly, his consciousness went dark.

At the same time, the people in the conference room stared blankly at Antakuta, "Is he mentally retarded?" ”

One of the officers was furious, "What does he mean?" I won't be able to connect! Fuck, he's connected to a first-generation mech in the city! ”

"First generation...... Alas, there is no fifth generation, how to fight. The other sighed, "Forget it, let him be." ”

Several people returned to their seats, ignoring Antakuta further.

......

In a corner of the ruins, a stone moved slightly.

For a moment, it was pushed away, revealing the rusty metal underneath.

Something moved, kicking up a cloud of smoke.

It was a humanoid thing.

At this moment, it was struggling to peel off the sand and gravel on its body, and the dilapidated shell reflected the first dull light the moment it saw the sun.

It's been buried for too long, too long.

Then, it shook its head and came to its senses in an instant.

FR-3081, which is its code, is a first-generation long-range full-immersion mech.

But, he is Anta Kuta, not FR-3081.

It walked slowly and regained its balance, which was difficult because the mech's joints were all rusty, and it made a screeching sound as it walked.

Antakuta tried to jump twice, then reached out and grabbed the concrete wall next to it and climbed on.

If anyone saw this scene, they would be speechless with surprise.

Is this a first-generation mecha that has been buried for several years?

Antakuta checked the weapon configuration and couldn't help but feel a little painful.

The miniature Gatling in his right hand had only thirty rounds left, and it could jam at any time, depending on the situation.

The howitzer in the left hand is better, there are five left, and the operation is relatively smooth.

He tried to unleash a combination punch into the air, followed by a knee and a backhook, and his heavy limbs cracked through the air.

No one can tell Anta Kuta that this is not how the mechs play.

This is no longer the power of technology. Antar Kuta's soul is extremely powerful, resulting in a synchronization rate of up to 100% with the mecha, while the current strongest pilot in the world has a synchronization rate of only 75%.

Mecha has always been used for fire suppression in complex terrain, and no one has ever thought of using mecha to make complex movements, after all, no matter how beautiful the fighting technique is, it is not as practical as a rocket.

Antakuta tried a little different moves and nodded.

He moved the mech into the sunlight and began to recharge.

After just a few moves, the last reserve of the mecha has been exhausted.

Then let's go out for search and rescue work in a while, Antakuta thought, hoping to find a clue to go home.

Then, take the baby girl.

But first...... Let's clean up the strange-looking spider spirits around you first.