When the rockets burst into the windows on the second floor of the Teluporo branch library and exploded violently, dozens of matador mercenaries who were hiding in the crowd began to attack the Puluo branch library.

Due to the control of the Supreme Council of mankind and the arms embargo of various countries on the free world, at this moment, suddenly broke out with the deafening rapid fire of old automatic rifles.

Gunpowder technology has not disappeared with the advent of energy weapons, and in the free world, they still play the role of executioners. Although such a weapon has limited destructive power against armor made of super-hard alloys, it is sufficient for ordinary flesh and blood.

The piercing sound of explosions, the flying metal bullets, the permeated smoke and the dazzling white light surrounded the entire Tailiu Mecha Branch Library in an instant.

When the three elders at the door were pulled into the mecha hall by the disciples who reacted quickly, the dense crowd of unidentified attackers had already crossed the street, jumped out of the green trees, and while shooting, they were rapidly approaching from all directions.

As another rocket landed at the gate, it exploded earth-shatteringly, and in the distance, several unmarked modified mechs had already appeared. Unlike ordinary private mechs, these modified mechs are equipped with old-fashioned machine guns. It is clear that this was used to slaughter unarmored people.

"The lore stream is not vegetarian either!"

Reporters carrying cameras, risking their lives, stood in the shooting booths, hurriedly arranging the camera's sub-lenses. They were overwhelmed by the duel of dozens of mechs on First Avenue and the attack on the Teluporo branch by those unknown attackers at this moment.

No one understands what the mystery is. All the footage that was taken and transmitted in real time only showed one fact - the tradition of the free port had been broken. The attack on Harriman by the Tailiu and the attack on the branch library by the Killer Stream were all so unscrupulous.

It's going to be a war!

Fierce gunfire amid. First Avenue is in shambles.

The mechs that were scuffling together made an earth-shattering crashing sound, and one after another was thrown out and crashed into the surrounding buildings, bringing down shards of glass on the curtain wall like a downpour. More than a dozen mechs have been destroyed in the fight. It became a piece of scrap metal on the side of the road, smoking and burning.

Among the high-rise buildings, the light of explosions came one after another, and the fire swept through several shopping malls, and began to spread to the upper floors of several buildings, and panicked people fled like ants when the flood came. Some of the people trapped upstairs began to jump down desperately.

A flying car parked on the side of the first main road. Most of them have been reduced to wreckage, and the few that survived were violently shaken to trigger the alarm. The original rapid and piercing sirens became weak and helpless in the fierce sound of gunfire, explosions, and mecha crashing dogfights. There were only the car lights, flickering desperately. A reminder of people's attention. At the Tauryu Branch, open flames had erupted from the room where the rockets had hit, tongues of fire scurrying left and right in the windows, licking everything it encountered. Billowing smoke billowed out of the window, blowing in the breeze and curling obliquely up to the sky, obscuring the sky.

The flying car that Cooper and Nakagawa Daiki were riding was parked far away from the place where they could see the Puluo branch library. After the attack, Cooper was supposed to leave Canterlot. Go to the secret base where the Matador Mercenary Regiment is set up in Infantry Harbor and command it remotely until the dust settles.

The reason why he is still here is just to wait for news - no matter what, Cooper must also be sure of that man's death!

No matter what the future holds in this contest for the supreme power of the free port, at least Cooper's mood at this time is happy.

When the rocket burst into that window, a big rock in his heart finally fell to the ground.

It doesn't matter if it's a lore stream, or a mountain stream. Every force in every airspace of the Free Passage of Mars, Cooper has dealt with all his life. Although he was not sure of victory against these old opponents, he was not afraid. Because, he knows these people. these organizations.

Only the fat man who appeared from the phantom stream. It's Cooper's nightmare.

These days, Cooper has experienced. It's a psychological control, a feeling of being a victim.

He is like a poor worm who has been blackmailed and blackmailed, and he has completely lost control of his own world. Watching that fat man, he messed everything up, but he didn't have the slightest power to fight back. Looking forward and looking at the future and suffering from gains and losses, that kind of helpless grievance makes people crazy.

Now, it's all over!

As long as the fat man and the three elders died, he not only pulled out the thorn in his heart, solved the danger of division within Tailiu, but also blamed the lore stream! Even if the lore stream tried their best to distinguish and track, their eyes would only fall on the mountain stream that seemed to be a fisherman's profit.

Cooper stared at the car communicator as he waited for the final confirmation of the message.

Tian Xingjian pounced on Helen's body.

The rocket hit the ceiling and exploded violently, scattering shrapnel in all directions. Sparks from the ceiling upholstery ignited the bedding and the thick carpet. The whole bedroom was completely changed in an instant. Wardrobes, dressers, were knocked to the floor, fragments of rags flying around in the smoke.

The shock wave tore the clothes on the fat man's back into rags in an instant, and several pieces of shrapnel pierced through the bed board, pulling the flesh on his back open into large gaps and inlaying them into the flesh. Almost instantly, he was transformed into a scorched, miserable bloody man.

Forced to get up in sharp pain, Helen's eyes straightened in horror beneath her. The fat man grinned, the expression on his face was ugly, tears rolled in his eyes, and his whole body trembled like chaff. In his heart, he was irrepressibly afraid, if it weren't for the wide and heavy palace-style wooden bed in the bedroom that blocked most of the explosion, he believed that he was already a dead man at this moment.

Sooner or later, Cooper will have to do it, and the fat man knows it. He could even guess when Cooper was moving. Especially when he saw the mercenaries hidden in the crowd on the street, the fat man had already confirmed his guess.

If it weren't for the fact that another mecha team intercepted and killed Harriman halfway, he would have "disappeared" under the attack of the bandit mecha team! After a few hours, you should be on the Rubik's Cube. While looting, I watched the excitement.

It's all messed up!

The pain was so severe that the fat man couldn't hold back anymore. Her lips trembled, and her tears, snot, and saliva could not be stopped, and they mixed together and trickled down to Helen's chest below.

As a coward. The conditioned reflex that fell on Helen was not the instinct of a fat man.

Ever since he ran away with An Lei when he was a child and encountered hooligans, the fat man often locked himself in his home and trained to act the opposite of his fear. At that time, he was just a teenager with far from being psychologically and intellectually mature. Faced with the fear in his heart, he desperately wants to make himself strong and brave. Became iron-clad and fearless.

But that's not all easy.

Children who don't understand what courage is, can only encourage themselves again and again with their singleton spirit. Watch horror movies, have the courage to confront the big kids, again and again, in fear, let your legs. Stand firmly in place in a trembling voice.

It wasn't until later that the fat man understood that no one wanted to be martyrs and heroes, and those heroes who sacrificed themselves bravely for others were blank in their minds at the moment they faced life and death. Their beliefs and morals, their responsibilities, drive their bodies to overcome the fear of death.

People die and birds rise to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years!

The fat man pulled Helen up and dragged the woman, who had fallen into a complete stupe. Rolling and rushing out of the already burning bedroom.

Helen let the fat man pull her by in a fool's mind, and although her mind was blank, she didn't forget to grab the miniature camera that had fallen to the door when she was leaving.

War is bloody and brutal.

But when that rocket exploded next to it. When the chubby, somewhat clumsy figure threw itself down rudely like a tiger and held it down, what Helen experienced was a throbbing of lightning and thunder from the depths of her soul.

Held by a fat man covered in blood. Speeding through the smoke-billowing corridors, scurrying through the building, trembling from the explosion, listening to the sound of bullets that seemed close to her ears, dodging the burning and lying furniture, Helen knew. In their own life. I can't forget this scene in front of me. Human memory can always remember the most dangerous moment clearly.

And this time memory. But it has nothing to do with life and death.

In the midst of the flames and explosions, holding that thick hand and following the broad figure, this is the romance of blood. What could be more fulfilling and satisfying for a woman than to be behind such a man who is desperate to save herself?

Quickly ran to the entrance of the passage leading to the mecha training ground in the backyard, the fat man stopped, looked at the surrounding situation with a probe, and found that the attackers were still blocked outside the mecha hall building by the students who took up arms to resist, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. I don't know what happened to the three stupid elders standing at the door, thinking to myself, I looked back at Helen, but I was taken aback.

I saw Helen's sparkling eyes, fixed on her face in a daze

***！

The fat man twisted Helen's face with both hands, and pulled it anxiously: "Wake up, hey, silly woman, what are you doing at this time, are you stupid?" You're going to wake up the! ”

The bandit army is a new army.

A typical motley team built in a pirate base and made up of a diverse and diverse group of people

No one can understand how these pirates and soldiers, with completely different outlooks on life, values, and personalities, are pinched together. Only those who have witnessed how these people train every day under the leadership of that fat man know that it is a kind of transformation that breaks the cocoon and turns into a butterfly. That's a kind of dignity and faith that has been accumulated little by little in the most rigorous training.

Both the former pirates and the Lelei warriors have been tightly twisted into a rope.

Survive the war and fight for the inheritance of genes in the most desperate way. In the vast universe, in a short life, leave a personal imprint. This simple and straightforward belief has been carried out in rigorous training. It is rooted in everyone's heart.

Especially for the low-level pirates who have no dignity and live like wild beasts, this simple faith establishment and hard training have transformed them.

Although, they still can't change and want to grab good things when they see them. When you see a beautiful woman, you want to be wrong. Although, sometimes they still want to be lazy, they still like to fight, drink and gamble for money. However, the strong body, the clean uniform, and the trustworthy comrades-in-arms beside them made them feel like a person for the first time.

In a way. The fat man's creation of the bandit army focuses more on psychological strengthening.

As a well-versed psychologist, the fat man knows very well how fanatical it can be when some people who have never believed in it recognize something.

In this era, soldiers in various countries only regard being soldiers as their profession, and spend all day thinking about getting promoted and making a fortune. The warriors of the bandit army are purer, more obedient, and braver than them. The death in their bones also makes them more aggressive and wilder.

The fat man knows how to control such an army.

Whether it's running, fighting, mecha control or other basic subjects, regular subjects, special subject training. Fat people are all at the front, leading by example.

His perseverance, sweat, strength and outlaw temperament have been recognized and even admired by every warrior. This kind of worship is infinitely amplified again and again, and is ultimately inseparable from the beliefs of all warriors.

Disguised as an iron-blooded soldier, the Fat Man has succeeded in establishing himself as a god of war, a pillar that supports the future aspirations of all warriors.

But now, this man has been attacked with rockets! Life and death are uncertain!

A modified mech piloted by a red-eyed Macavic. Rush to the front.

Behind him were forty-nine identical mechs, as well as the red-eyed mechwarriors inside the mechs.

This kind of modified mecha is not known to anyone except for the members of the bandit army. Short body. Folded legs. Highway travel with front wheels and rear tracks. Carrying flying wings, three-spout auxiliary thrusters. V-point suspension. The mech's arms are slender and stout, with an inverted crescent-shaped armor-piercing axe on its right arm and a strange disc clasped by four claws on its left arm.

The mecha was created by Tian Xingjian.

Every soldier who piloted this kind of mecha had seen with his own eyes how the fat man stayed up late every day, how he drilled around in a warehouse full of parts, and how he drove a mecha with imperfect performance again and again, and conducted high-intensity tests in the proving ground. And how to teach everyone how to control the mecha on the training ground.

Although the fat man smiled every day, everyone knew that during that time, he slept less than three hours a day.

I smiled at the sky with my horizontal knife, and went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun.

On the day Leray lost the Bermuda galaxy, the mecha was finalized and named the Horizontal Knife.

As soon as you step on the mecha and see these two poems engraved on the cockpit console of the mecha, everyone's blood is boiling.

Now, the knife is unsheathed!

"Kill me!"

This loud shout drowned out all the sounds on First Avenue.

The sound of explosions, gunshots, screams, and the metal crash of mechs in combat are all overshadowed.

In fact, there was no need for Markwich's order, and dozens of bandit mecha warriors with red eyes had already killed them frantically.

A photographer hiding on the second floor of the building recorded the scene with trembling hands, and after such a picture was broadcast, every self-sustaining and skilled wit in the free world was silenced.

No one can describe such a scene in words, fifty mechs that people in the free world have never seen before, like the head of a tide as high as 100 meters during a tsunami, overwhelmingly pouring onto First Avenue. Their speed was very fast, but the formation and pace were very neat, and the flight lane in the middle was completely occupied by them. Low in the sky, there are more than a dozen mechas, starting auxiliary thrusters to rush wildly, and three clear blue wakes are like the burning hooves of the hell knights.

The attackers who launched an attack on the Tailiu Mecha Branch Library were already stunned by the scene that appeared in front of them. The black pressure pressed against the surging crowd at the gate of the mecha hall, and the rushing firepower poured out, completely halting at this moment.

Several support mechs, almost reflexively, turned around and turned their machine guns towards the surging wave of mechs.

But. All in vain.

When the energy cannon muzzles on the arms of these suddenly mechs gathered bursts of blue light, when the metal projectile cannons on the shoulders of the mechs began to spin wildly, when the red-headed missiles on the six-link missile launchers ejected from their waists. White smoke and electricity shoot out

Everyone understands that the attackers who stand in their way are finished!

The entire First Avenue, at this moment, became a real fire purgatory.

There was no imaginary hand-to-hand combat, and fifty mechs used ferocious firepower to overpower Mount Tai. Extremely frantically and cruelly stretched forward to cover.

The white light of the explosion flashed like a lotus pond ravaged by a torrential rain. Flames, tangled up in the smoke, energy cannons, machine guns, missiles and different weapons covered the same place. That's literally at a cost. Leave no stone unturned, tyrannical slaughter.

Dozens of matador mercenaries, without even having a chance to dodge, were directly bombarded into ashes by the overwhelming energy cannonball. The eight support mechs that attacked the Tailiu branch library only lasted two more seconds in the lava-like wave. Immediately, it melted like ice and snow.

The mercenaries who attacked the fighting gym collapsed in an instant.

Wide first avenue, no trenches, no bunkers, no alloy composite bulletproof walls. There is no portable energy shield generator. Facing these mechs that suddenly appeared in the free world, possessing military energy equipment and killing like crazy, there is no chance of winning at all.

Several of the attackers, who were at the rear of the attacking team and survived, threw away their rocket launchers and rifles in horror and scattered in all directions. From the close-up shot, you can clearly see the expression on their faces, which is an expression of extreme horror and tearing.

After all, he is a well-trained mercenary, and he runs quickly, in a few big steps. has jumped out of twenty or thirty meters, and in the fierce body, the explosive power has been raised to the extreme, streets, trees. Swiftly backwards in their run. Even the photographer has a shot in his hand. They almost couldn't keep up with the pace of their escape.

However, no one can escape.

Red-eyed bandit soldiers. There was no intention of sparing anyone.

The reporters only saw these speeding mechas, which bounced up and roared up with the wind.

The fleeing attackers were caught up by them one by one, trampled to death, slapped to death, and crushed to death. Bright red blood mixed with the fleshy body, and it spread out into a mass of blood-colored flowers on the blackened road after the explosion.

A few seconds later, in the trembling lens of the photojournalist, the last mercenary had already knelt down, his hands raised in the air. This sturdy middle-aged man, with a weather-beaten face, and innocent eyes, was full of fear and pleading, and it was hard to imagine that just a few minutes ago, he had just shot and killed a young student of Tailiu.

There was no hesitation.

A mech stepped directly on him.

The huge and heavy fuselage made a loud "bang" when it landed. The shattered highway stirred up a circle of radial ground dust, and in the dust, it was clearly a misty rain of blood.

So ruthless!

Who are these mechs?

They were also ambushed by Cooper?

This is a question in the minds of everyone in the venue.

The reporters hiding in the corners, the people who fled in all directions, the stunned Tailiu disciples, as well as the lore stream in the strangulation and the group of "Tailiu" mecha that suddenly appeared, all couldn't understand how these forces in the free world could have such a tacit understanding, cold-blooded and fierce warriors!

What they have, just shocked. An eye-opening shock that I never imagined.

Compared to these mechas, those melee mechs that have been separated from contact combat are like children's fights.

Margit withdrew her sniper rifle and leaned against the corner panting.

A few seconds ago, his scope, for a few hundredths of a second, the crosshair was on the fat man's head.

Although it was only a glimpse, although the fat man was covered in blood, Majit swore that what he saw was definitely that guy.

There was no chance to shoot, and Margit did not regret it.

He even rejoiced in it.

The matador mercenary who came to carry out the mission with him is now the only one left.

The others, all dead. Either they were crushed and dusted in the frenzied artillery fire, or they were turned into flesh and blood on the soles of the mechs' feet.

Margit had no doubt that if he was exposed, he would end up with the same fate as the brothers downstairs who were still alive just now.

These mechs, of course, were not sent by Cooper.

They don't even belong to any power in the free world.

Because, the fat man, through a window on the second floor, walked into the cockpit of an answering mecha.

When these frantically attacking mechs saw him, they only made one move, which was to shrink neatly into a guard formation.

At that moment, Margit had a feeling.

It's like a group of out-of-control wolves that have suddenly turned into a group of hunting dogs that are strictly trained and obedient.

Only when he once served in Jeppen, Margit had a similar feeling, and that was in Jeppen's most aceous unit. At the beginning, he was also a member of that special armored division.

But he didn't expect that many years later, he relived this feeling in a mecha team that suddenly appeared, which made him shudder.