In the plot of "Pacific Rim", humans have actually learned of the existence of the Flood Demons, and they have also clearly realized that the monsters are actually their weapons. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In that era, the hero and heroine, with the cooperation of another mecha, came to another world through the wormhole, and caused a nuclear explosion there, causing the wormhole to collapse. The explosion also managed to blow up a monster hatchery and take out a cardinal Flood and several ambassador Floods.

After that, in order to maintain the pressure on the Earth, the Flood Demon had to use the Maelstrom, a temporary wormhole that was unstable but less energy-intensive, to deliver troops.

Now for the first time, the Flood Demon has been caught on the other side of the wormhole, which is a grand ceremony for all mankind, and it is a major event worthy of being recorded in the history of mankind. If it weren't for another group of sudden mechs, the incident would have been covered for weeks.

Standing in front of humans is a group of unfamiliar mechs, they have a uniform appearance, unlike the previous models of mechs that were customized according to the pilot.

This is a strange thing, due to the uncertainty of synaesthesia, it is extremely difficult to match and train the right driver. Therefore, the approach of the defense force is to find the driver first, and then build the mecha according to its characteristics, so as to avoid waste and make the mecha and the driver seamless. During the manufacturing process of the mecha, the driver can be trained through the training simulator, and it will not affect the deployment efficiency of the mecha.

But now the mecha that has come over is actually a unified model, does that mean that they have solved the problem of synaesthesia? And aren't humans almost out of the power to manufacture? The Shattered Dome of Xiangshi is the only remaining mech deployment base. So where do these mechs come from?

This is a group of mechs that are even bigger than the restructured tango wolves, and if it weren't for the presence of the Red Red Storm, they could almost crush the remaining three mechs.

The dark gray fuselage was tall and burly, and they passed past the wanderer, nearly a head taller than it. The mecha is well-proportioned and powerful. If they were a group of well-trained fighters, then the other three mechs were like a rabble.

These mechs stayed next to the three mechs for a short time, and since the Celestial Alliance had fled, they were left unowned.

A pilot entered, and in full view of everyone, these mechs rumbled again.

The crowd of onlookers whispered, and these voices gathered together and turned into a roar. Humans in the last days know the key technology of mecha piloting, and they have never heard of the pilot being able to change mecha or partner at will. Everyone's perception has been turned upside down.

Dark green tango wolves, sky-blue wanderers, and white echo sabers march through the uniform dark gray standard mecha warteam, like a group of ragged beggars.

Eventually, a total of 15 mechs were laid out in a line and stopped on the shore. The mech that grabbed the Flood Demon walked over to the helicopter platform. The helicopter platform was only chest-high level, his shoulders wider than the tarmac, and a huge shadow hung over the tarmac, bringing a real pressure.

Not knowing the intentions of these mechs, everyone on the tarmac was silent. Hansen and the others looked at his dark gold all-LCD window with serious expressions. The mecha also lowered its head slightly, forming the appearance of looking at them.

The mech moved, and the people on the tarmac moved back in unison, they were more cautious. However, the mecha apparently did not intend to attack them, and in order to avoid misunderstanding, he was slow.

He lifted his arm and threw him on the tarmac. Then he turned and returned to his team, where he stood quietly.

Everyone hadn't recovered from the weight just now, especially the flood demon trapped in the power grid, and he didn't know what to do when he looked at the strange and familiar alien creature so closely.

"Soak him in ammonia!" A voice like broken glass swaying in whiskey came from behind the crowd, "He can live." ”

Everyone looked back in awe, and they saw a big man walking onto the tarmac surrounded by a large crowd of people.

The leader was dressed in a dark red suit, and a mink coat, also red, was draped over his body. The toe cap is covered with layers of pure gold that overlap like fish scales, and each step makes a crisp clanging sound. He raised his hand and caught the thick cigar between his two fingers, and the rings set with various precious stones on his fingers were dazzling.

"Hannibal Chow!" Hansen yelled, "What are you doing here? ”

Hannibal Chow, the billionaire of the monster slums, the sole overlord of the monster black market. This is a guy who escaped from the belly of a monster. With a butterfly knife that he carried with him, he cut through layers of muscles, organs, and carapaces, and escaped before being digested.

Then he disappeared, and he was really silent for a while, but he didn't expect to appear at this moment.

The black marketeer didn't answer Hansen's question, he went to the tarmac, looked at the mech standing in the ocean, and smoked a cigar pleasantly. The retinue behind him rushed up and handcuffed the Flood Demon to the shackles made of stainless steel, the steel cable holding his hands and feet, and the other side held in the hands of these escorts.

"Look at my mech, how?" Zhou lit the mecha with a cigar and turned back to Hansen.

Hansen's face was full of shock: "Your mecha? How do you have so many mechs? Where do you make it? ”

"Hahaha......" Zhou Da laughed, his mouth full of gold teeth shining in the sun, "After the death of the previous marshal, there is no successor to the defense army!" So I'll pick up the pieces. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hansen rushed up, and Zhou's entourage couldn't stop the furious supreme leader of the defense army, and he rushed in front of Zhou in a few steps.

At this time, a man who followed behind Zhou, wearing a robe, slowly raised his head.

Hansen's body trembled as if he had been hit hard, and he didn't dare to take another step forward. What kind of person is this? Just now, he was following Zhou, so low-key that it almost made people ignore his presence. But just the act of raising your head is like setting off a stormy wave. It was just a purely mental deterrent, but it deterred the battle-hardened Hansen.

Even when facing monsters, he didn't feel that way. If the monster is a mountain, then it is Mount Everest. This is not a power at all on one level. Hansen felt that this man could take out the monster with his bare hands.

Damn it! How can there be such a person?

Hansen was shocked that he would have such an idea.

"Hahaha......" Still smiling as always, Zhou was very satisfied with Hansen's reaction, "Introduction, this is my personal assistant, Mr. Moore." ”