Chapter 282 of the text is fragile (second update)

Author: Hundred miles of falling clouds

A green light flashed in front of the window, accompanied by a violent metal crash, this is the mechanical doll that was controlled by Gu Bin, but now, it has run out of oil and the lamp has dried up-

According to Gu Bin's last order, this doll stood guard in front of the window of the duty room, as if facing the Spartan warriors of a thousand armies, fighting to the death.

The attack of the other two mechanical dolls has almost made it fall apart, and there is nothing fancy about the fight between these dolls, it is simply that you circle me and kick me, and the mouth and teeth are together, so the fight is very crisp and rough.

One of Mecha Bonnie's arms had been completely twisted, which had just been slapped by Mecha Freddy, but in the same way, Mecha Chica's head had been sunk by a large chunk, and the dolls didn't talk about how ruthless the "old days" were.

In the duty room, Zhao Yan's work has reached the last step.

"Adjustments, corrections...... Rehabilitation. The laptop was as hot as a furnace, and the load was on the verge of destroying it.

Even if Zhao Yan did not use this computer as a carrier of all data, but as a tool for intervention, this ultra-efficient operation has already overloaded it, and in the current situation, it is basically going to be scrapped.

The last command was issued, and then he didn't need to do any more operations, Zhao Yan had already done everything he could.

He threw down the computer, got up and ran towards the window of the duty room, he had to support Gu Bin now, it was too reluctant to let him confront one person and three dolls, and now in the hall, except for the sound of mechanical dolls beating each other, Gu Bin's movement was almost completely inaudible, Zhao Yan was very worried about this.

The flares in the hall suddenly went out, and something completely destroyed it, and it was even a faint sight.

Realizing that the situation was not good, Zhao Yan immediately took out the flare launcher, quickly loaded a shot, and was about to shoot out the window.

There was a sudden movement on the ground in front of him, and Zhao Yan was shocked, however, in the blink of an eye, something rushed from above!

The incident happened suddenly, Zhao Yan didn't even have time to react, so he knocked the thing to the ground, his body slid out two meters, and he crashed into the wall, and the flare gun in his hand was thrown to an unknown place.

The blood in his chest was gushing like a spring, Zhao Yan only felt dizzy in front of him, in less than half a second, a deep scar was drawn on his chest, and the clothes and equipment and armor inside were torn apart, in the face of the opponent's hungry attack, they were like paper paste, extremely fragile.

A familiar figure appeared in the duty room, and this time it emitted a bright light, which was a reflection of metal.

Fox Doll Fox ......

Or rather, Mechanical Fox Fox!

Zhao Yan never expected that he would actually see it again, this doll that had obviously been destroyed by him with violence, and it was actually modified and repaired once, Zhao Yan looked directly into its eyes and found that there was no longer that cunning look in it, replaced by a dull and dead air.

Sure enough, the child's soul in Fawkes's body had already left, perhaps in the body of the remnant fox vine.

Without giving Zhao Yan time to breathe, the pure mechanical fox pounced like a hungry wolf, incredibly fast.

The hands were crossed into sharp claws, which were in the way of the mechanical Fox hook, perhaps this was no longer a hook, and it would be more appropriate to say that it was a scythe.

Gritting his teeth and taking two steps back, Zhao Yan transformed his left hand into a black blade, gritted his teeth and aimed at Fawkes's chest and stabbed out.

His state had fallen to a low point, and as soon as these two actions were made, the blood in his chest flowed even more violently, and Zhao Yan already felt that he couldn't breathe normally, and he felt that his chest was about to explode after two breaths.

He didn't even have access to potions and props, and he was confident that the mechanical doll wouldn't give him that chance.

In the chaos, Zhao Yan forgot a very important thing, that is, he was not facing a normal creature, but a completely inanimate mechanical creation, and when he reacted, it was already too late.

The black blade successfully broke through the opponent's steel skin and pierced into the chest of the mechanical fox, but immediately after, an arm reached out from the side and jammed Zhao Yan's left hand.

On Fawkes's other arm, the iron hook that had been transformed into a scythe slashed from the side like a decapitator, Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and raised his right hand, and the black claws stood up, trying to block this attack.

"Click!"

A cold touch came from his throat, and it was almost instantaneous, and he felt breathless when he saw that his claws were already missing a lot.

His vision began to blur, and Zhao Yan twisted his left hand vigorously, and the black blade immediately created a hole in the chest of the mechanical fox, while the body staggered backwards.

Thinking is blank, Zhao Yan can't imagine his current face, probably has been distorted into not knowing what it looks like, right?

He lifted his right hand, which had been restored to its original state, and barely reached out to cover the gap in his neck, and the slippery, warm blood oozed from between his fingers, and he couldn't hold it.

He couldn't hold it back.

There seemed to be an explosion not far away, and then Zhao Yan felt as if he had seen a large area of fog spreading, maybe it was an illusion?

He leaned feebly against the wall, watching Mechanical Fawkes come over, the sharp scythe swinging down and deeply embedded in his shoulder, the armor having a bit of an effect at this time, and not letting his arm be chopped off like this.

Affected by the power, Zhao Yan sat on the ground in embarrassment, and he saw Fawkes open his big mouth, and the alien-like tongue inside kept sweeping.

Zhao Yan's left hand seemed to touch something, and seeing that terrifying mouth poked down, he gritted his teeth and raised his left hand, stuffing his entire arm, along with the things he was holding in the palm of his hand, into Fawkes's mouth, he couldn't even feel the pain anymore, and his consciousness was leaving him.

Using his last bit of strength, Zhao Yan pulled the trigger of the flare gun in his hand.

As if in flames, the scorching heat erupted in the body of Mechanical Fox, and the hole in his chest seemed to become a catharsis, and this dazzling light seemed to dispel the phantoms in front of Zhao Yan's eyes.

The inside of the machine is fragile, but in a few seconds, the big mouth that was biting his left hand was released, but Zhao Yan didn't want to see his left hand, and it wasn't braised pig's trotters, braised human hands could only make people disgusting to see, let alone his own hand.

He lay down weakly, but there was a strange light in his eyes, and the black and white eyeballs reflected the images on the computer screens, and they were like two computer screens running.

The blanks are being filled.

The last bit of space is being filled.

The ashtray is full of cigarette butts.

Xu Qing didn't smoke tonight, he seemed to use these cigarettes as a timer, and the two sentries patrolling the street had passed by him for an unknown number of times, and they probably regarded him as an idiot or mentally retarded.

They watched as the man kept lighting a cigarette, then put it on his finger and didn't smoke it, throwing it down as soon as it burned his hand, and then lit the next cigarette.

Xu Qing looked at his friend list blankly.

Waiting is always the most abrasive, he has never been on the battlefield, and has always had an inexplicable yearning for this kind of thing, he once thought that was the place where men should go.

After hearing his remarks, the veteran who took him at that time almost didn't beat him out, not because he couldn't beat him, but in the face of this kind of veteran who had been on the battlefield, Xu Qing had the highest degree of respect, someone said that he was born to be a soldier, and he will be the king of soldiers in time!

God the king of soldiers.

Xu Qing thinks it's funny when he thinks about it, where have you seen the king of soldiers and his family smashing bulldozers and excavators into powder with his family?

He remembered that the veteran had told him that the scariest thing in the world was waiting.

"Waiting is what people are most afraid to do, whether it is to make others wait for you, or you to wait for others, it can make you scared, scared to death."

People will never know what kind of mood the person waiting for him is in to stay in one place and stay motionless, Xu Qing now realizes that he feels like he is going crazy.

Time passed little by little, he even wanted to pour himself a bottle of wine, and then when he woke up, he could see that the two people who showed that they were busy were arguing in the living room outside, and he went out by himself, talked to them with a hippie smile, lit a cigarette, and at this time Gu Yisheng would come out and order himself to open the window.

He was happy to live such a life, even if the road ahead was unclear and full of all kinds of unstable factors, but it made him feel an atmosphere that had completely left him.

This concept of being pinned on the house, but different from the house, once became his nightmare, but at the same time, it became his last sustenance in life.

The friend bar changed, Xu Qing's body seemed to be electrocuted, and he quickly searched inside, hoping that it was just a player who had added friends offline or online.

Things do not turn out the way you want.

The number of the friends list changed, from 33 to 32, and an ID appeared at the bottom, from gray to black, and the word "nightmare" on it seemed to be engraved on the tombstone, Xu Qing felt that they were almost embedded in his eyes.

He stood up, took a cigarette from his case, and lit it.

In the presence of two guards, he drew his weapon, stood up, and walked towards the other end of the street.

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