If it was an ordinary insect transformer, or a psionic person below the seventh order, he would never dare to wear power armor at a low altitude in the stronghold like him. If you accidentally hit a truck or a concrete wall, you will be crippled if you don't die. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Iron slag is not only physically strong and quick to react, but also has the source force perception to help each other in the dark, and it is naturally unimpeded. The distance of hundreds of meters was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye he flew to the entrance of the fortress, ignoring the presence of the sentry and drove straight in.

"Turbulent ......"

The guards guarding the door didn't have time to react before they were tossed to the ground by the raging currents, not knowing what was happening.

At the same time, the iron slag that broke into the hall made a sharp turn in the air, landed steadily at the entrance of the stairs, and then kicked hard, with a muffled "bang", stepped on the floor, and jumped directly onto the second floor.

Hearing the strange noise, the two reformers guarding the door looked at each other. But how could the iron slag give them a chance to react, I saw him stride forward, spewing flames from his back, turning into a meteor, and smashing it with a straight punch.

The fierce fist wind came towards him, and the reformer who was closest only had time to cross his hands and protect the front door.

"Bang!"

In the dull sound of impact, the entire floor seemed to shake, and the transformer immediately flew upside down, like a disemboweled, colliding with his companion behind him, and flew out more than ten meters away.

With a successful blow, the iron slag did not stop for a moment, and reflexively kicked open the door of the bearded office, and the sawdust suddenly burst out and flew in all directions.

"Bang bang bang!"

Before he could see the scene inside the door, tongues of fire erupted. Iron Slag only felt a huge force hit his chest, and involuntarily took a step back.

"Boom la la ......"

Immediately after, a large number of steel balls rolled from his feet. Iron Slag squinted and walked in steadily. There was a "click" in the smoke, and the scorching steel ball sprayed out again.

"Bang bang bang!" A series of three scattered bullets hit him, unscathed except for the momentary impact.

"Bang bang bang!" In the face of the opponent's shot, Iron Slag raised his hand and pulled the trigger, and the tongue of fire suddenly erupted on his arm, and three emergency scattered bullets bombed one after another.

A dazzling spark flashed, and the sound of "ding bell" was endless, which was the sound of steel balls falling to the ground. It seems that neither side is afraid of shotguns.

The smoke of gunpowder filled the air, but it did not affect the sight of the iron slag in the slightest. On the protective glass of his helmet, a transformer about two meters tall appeared and covered in streamlined steel plates. This is the latest mechanical body, using two sets of fuel mechanical power furnaces, and its combat power far exceeds that of ordinary transformers.

However, a modified person is always a modified person, no matter how strong the body is, the internal brain tissue still lacks protection, and the concussions that can be withstood are very limited. To put it simply, the brain of the iron slag has two layers of protection, the outer steel armor and the inner body. And the transformation of the human has only one layer of protection, although it can be loaded with a variety of equipment to simulate the protection of the human body, but it is always far from the human body, not to mention the composite evolutionary with a strong body like iron slag.

However, transforming people also has the advantage of transforming people. This advantage is precisely that there is no carbon-based torso, and the whole body is integrated, which can carry more mechanical parts. Normally, compared to mechanical power armor, the power furnace of the Advanced Transhuman is larger, the torque is stronger, and the fuel is more abundant.

After seeing the other party's position clearly, the iron slag slammed into the bow and slammed into it.

The transformer did not dodge or dodge, the red light flashed in his eyes, and the two power furnaces in his waist and abdomen rotated at high speed, and the orange-red fire light suddenly came out. Then he stepped forward and bumped into his shoulder.

"Bang!"

The two slammed into each other violently, but the force of the iron slag was much greater, and the transformer flew out directly, shattering the glass on the ground.

Looking around, except for this transformer, the office was empty, and the bearded man was not there. Iron Slag rushed to the desk and kicked it open, only to see a square secret door on the ground. Since it has just been opened, the traces are obvious. Iron slag stepped down, revealing an improvised escape route on the ground.

"Boom la la ......"

At this time, the transformer staggered to his feet, his movements a little sluggish, and he seemed to be still dizzy. Iron slag walked over and fired five or six shots at his head, and although the steel ball couldn't penetrate the steel plate, it was close enough to blast his visual sensor into pieces.

Then, he grabbed one of the transformers' feet and dragged them out. Now it's definitely too late to chase the beard, anyway, his purpose is to deter, kill or not kill the other party.

Walking out of the doorway, the two transformers just now had already gotten up and were walking towards this side. He immediately threw it and smashed the transformer in his hand towards them.

The two couldn't dodge, and with a "clang", they collided together and fell backwards. Iron Slag raised his arm and pulled the trigger continuously.

"Bang bang bang!"

As he shot, he took two incendiary grenades from his waist pocket, flicked the tab open with his thumb, and rolled over.

"Boom!"

Two explosions in quick succession, and the three reformers burned to the ground. The heat will quickly burn out their brain tissue and nervous system, so they don't have to strain through armor or deal enough concussion damage.

At this moment, Iron Slag suddenly felt a chill, instinctively raised his arm, and fired a shot in the back.

Immediately after, a red light flashed in the rear, and a fireball appeared out of thin air, accompanied by "Boom! There was a loud bang, and the blast of air tossed the iron slag to the ground. He quickly got to his feet, and when he turned his head, a member of the Red Scorpion team was lying not far away, charred and black, emitting white smoke, and a half-exploded bazooka on the ground.

Power armor is not afraid of ordinary bullets, but it is afraid of the shock caused by explosions. Just like the armor of ancient times, defense against slashing is first-rate, defense against stabbing is second-rate, and defense against blunt weapons is third-rate. In the face of explosion damage, the power armor may be unscathed, but the people inside are a mess. If this rocket hits him, with the strength of his body and the cushion of the inner armor, it is estimated that he will not be hurt very much, but it will definitely not be comfortable.

"Enemy attack!" "Enemy attack!" "Enemy attack!" Soon there were chaotic shouts from below, and the alarm went off. Less than a minute had passed since he rushed in.

Seeing that the enemy's large force was about to arrive, Iron Slag rushed back to the office, then smashed the glass window, jumped out, activated the jet system and flew away. On the one hand, he had no interest in slaughtering ordinary soldiers; On the other hand, he also doesn't want to get hurt for no reason. Some time ago, he had had enough of his injuries, and he cherished his feathers more than before.

As he flew away from the stronghold, two more rockets were fired at him. He turned a corner in the air, but the rocket immediately adjusted the direction of the pursuit as if it had eyes. He immediately realized that this was not an ordinary rocket, but a small missile with thermal pursuit

In a flash of lightning, he suddenly flew vertically, and then fired two shots downward, detonating the missile. However, he still couldn't escape the range of the explosion, rolling in the air for more than a dozen consecutive laps, and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the Knights of the Wild has a simple intelligent system that can adjust the balance of the flight in time if the owner loses the ability to control. However, this system is also unstable and can only be used as an emergency measure.

It didn't take long for him to join up with the Black Pig King and Lilith, and rode away on the sand sea flying fish.

Just as the iron slag began to return home, the bearded man was hiding in the basement of the fortress, breaking out in a cold sweat. If it had been a few seconds at night, he would have been beaten into meat sauce. The strength of this assassin is comparable to that of the Holy Rank, and the three reformers only blocked it for less than ten seconds, and the effect is similar to that of a sandbag.

If he guessed correctly, this assassin should have been sent from the Chifeng Fortress. Although he has a lot of enemies, if he has this kind of strength, he would have been killed a long time ago, and there is no need to wait until now. Moreover, this person obviously didn't go all out just now, and after discovering his escape secret passage, he didn't chase him down. Otherwise, with the strength of the other party, if you really want to kill him, at most you will be injured.

About an hour later, the bearded man received a communication request from Hagrid, and he was immediately connected.

"Friend, we discussed it just now......" Hagrid on the screen looked a little hesitant and didn't finish the second half of the sentence.

"What are you discussing?" The frightened beard asked in a trembling voice.

"I think we're also at fault ...... what happened before," Hagrid said sincerely, "but either way, it's a misunderstanding, there's no need to fight to the death, ......you say," he paused and asked with a smile, "huh?" ”

"Hmm......" the bearded man groaned, not saying anything.

"Although it was a misunderstanding, we will not lose any of the pensions that should be compensated." Hagrid gestured and said.

"That's right......," the bearded man rubbed his hands and said, "It's indeed a misunderstanding, I think ......," he thought for a moment and said, "It's customary, one hundred and fifty gold coins per person, the sand cart is second-hand, according to the market price, and as for other equipment, you can look at it and give some points." "The matter has come to this, and the loss that should be suffered can only be eaten. For the group of people in Chifeng Fortress, he has already put away his contempt. If you attract a great enemy to the red scorpion, and don't say whether you can survive or not, even your family will suffer.

As for the above, the red scorpion's routine is to bully the soft and avoid the hard, and there will be no big problems, at most, he will be scolded for not having the ability. The head of their red scorpion, that is, an eighth-order psionic person who is over forty years old, will not fail to think about it, and use half of his life's foundation to fight for breath. Moreover, they are not the only ones who have a conflict of interest with Chifeng Fortress, and now they are the weakest birds, which is obviously a loss. Taking a step back, even if there is wind and rain, everyone has to carry it together. But in this world, no one is a fool, it's all for money, and no one is interested in hard scum.

"Then thank you, I have time to go to the wind sand castle to drink, I'll have a treat." Hagrid said heartily.

"Okay, that's a deal." The bearded man said with a smile, and there was no trace of unhappiness on his face.