All four of them hid in the shadows of the massive gas station as much as possible, on guard against any robots that might pass by.

Although they also know that doing so is tantamount to hiding their ears and stealing the bell. The thermal sensing devices of high-level robots are capable of penetrating all obstacles and detecting humans hiding in any corner.

After three thrilling hours in the oil mill, the red rainstorm outside finally showed signs of stopping.

Tang Yang, Wei Meng and the others didn't say anything, but they had a feeling of escaping death in their hearts. For three hours at the station, if a robot passed by, they would almost certainly die.

But they were lucky not to have encountered even one.

At the end, the rain turns into rain, and the rain turns into raindrops.

This nightmare is finally coming to an end.

Yao Jingjing, who was already exhausted by fear, weakened her legs and half-knelt on the ground.

She sighed sincerely: "What kind of monsters are those who can save 10 points on this battlefield by relying on their own strength." ”

Although the other three third-order telekinesis masters did not speak, they also thought deeply in their hearts.

……

The giant robot used its powerful steel arm to grasp the cliff and climb up from the abyss little by little.

It's still raining in the sky outside, but it's so light that it's almost negligible.

The cab carrying Muyang was exposed to the robot's body, and it did not shrink back into the protection of the steel mecha.

Regarding this, Mu Yang was also very helpless. He really underestimated the quality of these products from the last century, and Muyang, who was operating in the cab, found that there was a delay of nearly ten seconds between the scene displayed on the screen and the real situation.

And in the eyes of the masters, a second on the battlefield can change the trend of the situation.

In desperation, even at the risk of being hit by a stray bullet, he could only expose his cab to the outside and confirm the reality with his own eyes.

On the other hand, Mu Yang also has his own plan in mind. A bold, crazy plan that pays off when it comes to fruition.

The moment he climbed from under the abyss to land, he also saw the outline of the gas station in the distance.

Boom, boom.

After all, it was a ten-meter-tall robot, and even if he had slowed down when walking, Tang Yang and the three people in the gas station still faintly heard a rumbling sound in the distance.

Yao Jingjing's face turned pale with fright, and she grabbed her boyfriend Tang Yang's arm: "What should I do?" Now there are really robots coming! ”

The relatively calm of the four was Wei Meng. He half-knelt on the ground and pressed his ear to the ground for a moment: "Don't worry, that robot should be a thousand meters away from us." This distance goes far beyond the thermal detection system. ”

His judgment was wrong, but he was also right.

Through the satellite map of the robot, Mu Yang had long known that the four people were hiding at the gas station.

But he was just passing by, took one look, and left.

An hour later, in front of the City of Machines.

Huge metal gears spin slowly beneath the sky like works of art; The long, rusty steel walls lock the existence at the top of the planet's food chain within the city; And in the interior of the Machine City, countless robots with no end in sight stand silently in rows. But as soon as the "mastermind" senses the presence of the enemy, and at the sound of an order, these robots are about to swarm.

Mu Yang kept calculating in his heart.

"The heat-sensing robot I control has a top speed close to that of a Formula 1 car, reaching 350 kilometers per hour."

"The old drilling* from the City of Machines, 2,000 kilometers per hour."

"My reflexes are controlled within 0.1 seconds."

"Let's not talk about the low-level robots that are slower."

"Get out of the way, those guys' attacks."

In the next moment, he controlled the robot, placed the giant bazooka he had taken from the underground airport on the ground, set up a stand, adjusted the angle, and aimed it at the very center of the machine city.

The surveillance probe in the distance had already noticed that something was wrong with this lone "robot". Several low-level robots were suspended from the walls of the Machine City and trotted in the direction of Muyang. It should be a repair robot, to see if something is wrong with their kind, or if they have been infected with a virus.

Mu Yang ignored them, continued to let his car debug the giant bazooka, and when everything was done, he stuffed a * into the barrel, opened the safe, and began to enter the warm-up countdown.

The mastermind of the City of Machines must have sensed that something was not quite right. More and more low-level robots appeared at the head of the city, watching themselves. The two repair robots also sped up and ran towards themselves. Mu Yang thought to himself that if they could speak, they would definitely ask themselves the robot: "What's the matter with you, little brother?" ”

Muyang didn't give them this chance.

He stood up from the wheelhouse, with a light machine gun in one hand and a * in the other, and fired wildly at them in a dominant position.

The terrible line of fire swept everything, and the two repair robots did not have any armor, and one was beaten into a hornet's nest by Mu Yang.

At the same time, the pre-warmed bazooka was also launched with a loud bang*.

In the roar, before the mentally retarded robots at the head of the city could react to what had happened, part of the wall behind them exploded into ashes. Sirens sounded over the City of Machines, and countless low-level robots were released from the ground, gathering like an army.

Mu Yang shook his head: everything the robots did was just according to the program, and he had already guessed what they would do next.

If they were attacking a human camp at the moment, the human officer would never allow an enemy with a bazooka to enter such a close distance, and the human would not give the enemy a chance to release the second* after the first one* was released.

The robot under Mu Yang's control released the second grain*.

The rockets exploded in the densest place of the robots, and the nearby metal buildings collapsed, crushing and destroying countless low-level robots.

The gates of the City of Machines opened, and a wave of counter-riot troops was released, rushing straight towards Muyang.

Mu Yangli ignored them and continued to fill the bazooka with a third*.

So far, he has chosen to charge at himself instead of returning color with long-range fire?

Therefore, a robot is a robot.

In a rapidly changing battlefield, programs without adaptability can never dominate.