Snipers rarely get support from their own troops during a mission, let alone mercenaries, and this is the case unless their heads get in the water.

No matter how low-level a complete AI is, it includes, machine vision, automatic planning, intelligent search, and game ...... and so on, so that the system works, there must be ...... Energy Support ......

"AI, what's your energy support?" Wen Ya pointed the scope at an I-robot and scanned it up and down.

"My energy support is, of course, the most advanced black sesame energy system, which is as big as a small sesame seed, which is enough for me to operate normally for 100 years." The AI replied.

"And what about these low-value consumables?" Wen Ya asked.

"How can these mass-produced things from the assembly line compare to me? The low-level products used can no longer be low-level, ha, master, I know how to break, low-level products should be heated, these broken things are not caused by the kind of high-grade alloys, as long as the heat must have a heat sink. ”

"So, it's impossible for the heat sink to be under the metal cover."

"Yes, that's right......"

Wen Ya turned on the dynamic vision, held her breath, aimed at the Type I robot soldier, and then quickly pulled the trigger, "Bang! The M82 sniper bullet hit the Type I robot soldier, "Boom! With a bang, the Type I robot soldier suddenly jammed, and the rocket on his shoulder lost its accuracy and hit his own team.

Hit the target? Pierced the high-grade alloy body of a Type I soldier?

"Huh? What's going on? "The turban man and Xiaorou watched the Luke consortium team in chaos, what the hell, this guy with superficial facial disease, how did he do it?

"Bang!" Another shot, another Type I robot was frozen, and the soldiers of the Luke Consortium, who were hiding behind the formation of Type I robot soldiers, dodged in all directions.

"Heat sinks, heat sinks for the chest and back of the I-Soldier Droid Soldier"

Wen Ya told Golden Grape this trick at a very fast pace, and Golden Grape told the turban man opposite through the intercom.

"Damn, how is this possible?"

When the turban man heard the words of the golden grapes, the hand holding the M82 trembled slightly, and the heat sink on the back of the I-type robot on the front chest and back, yes, the entrance was only five centimeters, not to mention, the angle was extremely tricky.

Now they are about a meter away from the I-type robot soldiers on the battlefield in a straight line, and if they want to hit a moving target with a size of five centimeters, they have to calculate various data of the surrounding environmental factors at the same time in their heads, the trajectory of the trajectory, and predict the ......

Even if he, a retired sniper, wants to complete a shot of this difficulty, it is difficult to guarantee the hit rate, and the superficial patient and his brother on the opposite side are accurate one by one.

Are the two brothers on the other side really hunters?

"Bang!

Xiao Rou next to the turban man made a move, and the sniper bullet accurately hit the heat sink behind the I-type robot soldier, sending wisps of white smoke.

"Bang!

"Bang! Bang! ”

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Several gunshots rang out one after another, and the soldiers of the Cao Ning Consortium, who had just been suppressed by the fierce fire of the Force I robot soldier phalanx, began to counterattack, and several armored vehicles started to run over towards the Type I robot soldier phalanx.

"Bomb the opposing sniper!"

"Bomb the opposing sniper!"

The commander of the Luke Consortium, shouting angrily, remotely operated the Type I Robot Soldiers, aimed the rocket at the hiding place of the Wen Ya Four.