Bell's task was to help Fisher pull the gun line, phew, and attract fire. After all, now the security guards up and down the building are rushing towards him, and even Fisher, who claims to be invincible in street fighting, is afraid that he will be very busy in such a situation. Now that the regular staff of the building have fled, only a bunch of security personnel remain in the building, and a few high-level executives who feel that it is safer to hide in the building than to go out, which can already allow Bell and Fisher to let go and do without worry.

Chris switched sniper points, covering the actions of Fisher and Bell while keeping guard for the two and observing the movements of the Imperial police. As for Sister Angela, she has already changed into a lightweight armor and is gearing up, just waiting for the special forces of the Empire to come and let them see the little pink fist from the Federation's first strange force girl, phew, medical officer.

Kindness.

On the other side, Fisher was already wrestling in the stairwell. He opened his small round shield and slammed it back and forth with the strange force of the mechanical arm, while the small dagger in his right hand behind his back cut his leg and chopped his foot, quickly sweeping away the enemies coming down from the front. There was a noise downstairs, and he didn't dare to stick his head out to look, and with a second view, he had already seen a team of heavily armed security guards lining up the stairs.

He put away the small dagger, took out the pistol, and reached into the middle to quickly empty a magazine, but unfortunately the harvest was not good, only a few people were knocked down, and more security guards shrank into the dead corner of the shooting area as soon as the gun rang out, holding their heads and squatting to defend.

Fisher put on a new magazine, handed the pistol to his right hand, and stomped his foot a few times, simulating the sound of himself quickly going upstairs. The security guards downstairs heard it, and saw that he showed no signs of shooting again, so they immediately stood up and quickly sprinted upstairs.

Fisher crouched on the first floor, leaning on a second view to observe their movements, and as the security team passed directly below him, he pressed his right hand down the stairs in front of him, activating the directional high-explosive bomb.

With a huge reaction force and a hot and smoking mechanical arm, a loud bang echoed through the narrow corridor, and Fisher only felt a cloud of dust in front of him, and the stairs in front of him collapsed, hitting the security guards who were queuing up on the next floor. Immediately, there were countless deaths and injuries, and the wailing continued.

The security guard, who was cut off from the middle, lost his square inch for a while, Fisher picked up his pistol, poked out from the collapsed staircase, and ran out of a magazine again, avoiding the few lucky ones who were not hit by the collapsed staircase and were immediately summoned by the Lord.

He dropped the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one, and with a touch of pocket, there were four, which was not a lot, but as long as he had a ranged weapon, he could more easily get more ammo from the enemy.

He held the gun in his right hand, and his left hand was slightly lowered in front of him, and continued to run upstairs, not caring about the dust he had just been sprayed on, and it was dusty.

On the fifteenth floor, Fisher stuck to the wall, pushed open the door and opened a small crack, and scanned it with a second view, revealing a huge conference room. The security guards from above are running down in piles, and going up this staircase is not very scientific and will take more physical strength. Fisher prepared to pass through the conference room and continue up the stairwell on the other side. According to the previous surveillance and various means of construction, the rooms on the top floor are more like high-rise office spaces.

On the other hand, the upper floors are also closer to the helicopter platform on the top floor.

Fisher pushed the door open, pulled out a small discus and pressed it against it, and quickly ran to the stairwell opposite. At this time, he didn't care if the monitor saw him, he just ran in a straight line as fast as he could.

With a soft thud, Fisher hurriedly rolled out on his side, and two grooves appeared in the wooden floor on his original trajectory.

"Huh?!" Fisher was shocked, he didn't see how the other party attacked at all.

He rolled to the side, his second vision wide open, but he didn't see anyone.

"So please report your extremely high judgment of anti-detection ability, is it nothing more than not realizing that you are using the special field of view amplitude attachment?" The man's disdainful voice was heard, and his figure gradually emerged from a mass of void, standing in a shadow.

Fisher was shocked in his heart, and sighed that the stealth camouflage of Titan Technology had reached this strength that could almost deceive the naked eye, he did not hesitate, and when the other party showed his figure, an EMP electromagnetic mine with the thickness of a fountain pen was thrown at the opponent's feet.

The other party didn't move at all, allowing the electromagnetic thunder to take effect, and the stealth camouflage cloak he was wearing began to flicker, and finally lost its effect and turned into an ordinary black cloak.

Fisher raised his gun and shot out the magazine at the man who was not moving, but the man did not dodge or dodge, and reached out to open a photon shield in the style of an explosion-proof shield.

Fisher's pupils constricted, and he watched as the man parried the bullet, unleashed his cloak lightly, and threw it to the ground. Two mechanical arms underneath the cloak are exposed.

Similar to Fisher's robotic arm, the man's robotic arm also has no bionic skin, just lonely and wide open, exposed, and shining with the original color of metal.

Fisher silently changed the magazine, knowing in his heart that this was a difficult opponent, he was not ready to fight, his right hand felt a high-explosive grenade behind him, pinched the thunder body, and blocked the opponent's sight by relying on his body. All he had to do was distract the other person while leaving the floor quickly.

"I've been looking forward to it for a long time, and it's better to meet than to be famous." The man tilted his head and moved his wrist, "You don't use it, I'll ...... here."

The last sentence was said on the intercom, but before the words could be spoken, a team of security guards slammed the door. However, the small discus that Fisher threw at the door was activated, and the explosion and impact released immediately swept over them, pushing them away and blowing them down, leaving a few people still breathing, and the arhats wailed in the narrow stairwell.

"Alright...... man finished his sentence when a round, high-explosive thunderbolt fell at his feet.

"Boom!" The flames rose into the sky and spread across the ceiling, and Fisher slammed into the stairwell on the opposite side.

"Whew!" With a soft sound, Fisher only felt an invisible force rushing at his back, and he didn't have time to dodge, he immediately turned around and held up the photon shield, although he didn't see any real threat, he didn't want to be smashed flat like the wooden floor before.

The force then crashed into his photon shield, pushing him into the air and slamming him into the conference room table.

"it." Fisher rolled off the table against his waist, wishing he were a cyborg now.

"Are you going to do all this tricking? It's really disappointing. Fisher looked up, and the man was holding the photon shield in his left hand, and the palm of his right hand was spread out towards Fisher's position. Fisher saw a cannon port in his right palm, and it was estimated that the inexplicable attack just now came from here.

The man walked to a slightly brighter spot, and Fisher saw a horizontal scar on his face, passing through the bridge of his nose, slicing the entire heroic face, making him look perverse and bloodthirsty.

The man took out a remote control machine, pressed it "drip", and crushed the remote control.

At the same time, the conference room was surrounded by alloy walls that were lowered to wrap around the perimeter, including the fire doors in the two stairwells and the elevator doors on both sides.

Fisher glanced at it, pressed his left hand to the ground, activated the directional high-explosive bomb, and with a loud bang, the smoke cleared, and Fisher found that under the blasted wooden floor was a layer of alloy floor, which was only jet black, but not even deformed.

His cheeks twitched.

"Don't think about it, you couldn't blow up the blast shield of a heavy soldier in the elevator before, and you can't blow it up here." The man lifted his trench coat to reveal a "Golden Python" revolver underneath.

Fisher stood up, leaning forward slightly.

"By the way, I led the raid on Malov Street." The man pulled out his pistol, held it in his left hand, and naturally lowered it to his side.

When Fisher heard this, he silently erected his left arm, popped out the small dagger and held it in his left hand, and then crossed his arm, and popped out the small dagger and held it in his left hand.

"Sure enough, it's you, I hope you can fight me seriously in this way, maybe you can add some points to my heart. Mr. Joker. The man stood still, watching Fisher's movements.

Fisher gritted his back teeth and said hoarsely, "As you wish." Before he finished speaking, he kicked his leg down, and the whole person shot towards the other party.

The man stood in place, holding the "golden python" flat, and his voice was as usual: "My name is Qian Quan, Qian Qian's money, and the right ...... of power" Halfway through, he pulled the trigger, "May you die more clearly." ”

Fisher flicked off the photon shield and relied on the cooperation of the second vision and the naked eye to block the opponent's firing line in time. However, to his surprise, the other party's "Golden Python" was not an ordinary Golden Python, and the bullet fired was not a kinetic bomb, but a small high-explosive bomb.

The explosion exploded on the photon shield, and the fire was like a blooming flower, stopping Fisher's movements for a moment, blocking Fisher's vision. Fisher relied on his second vision to raise the small knife and aim at the opponent, leaning on his rapidly advancing figure when he was stagnant, retracting the photon shield and putting on a posture.

The little knife slid away on the opponent's photon shield, Qian Quan held the "golden python" that was changed to his right hand and smashed it down on the head, Fisher hurriedly unfolded the photon shield to block, and the figure that was smashed under the strange force of the opponent's mechanical arm was short.

He then crouched down, retreated, and let go of the opponent's falling left pistol, while turning and kicking the opponent's calf.

However, this kick hit the opponent's photon shield, Fisher's face was distorted, he lost his balance and fell to the ground on his back, facing Qian Quan's outstretched right hand, he quickly raised the photon shield.

An invisible force descended on the Photon Shield, and Fisher's back slammed to the ground, his throat was sweet, and the back of his head, which had also been hit by the impact, made his eyes black. He poked out a small knife from his side to cut Qian Quan's ankle, but Qian Quan preemptively kicked a big kick on the photon shield and kicked him away.

"Wow!" Fisher was kicked four or five meters away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"The reaction is fast, the professional background, but vulnerable." Qian Quan raised his pistol and pointed it at Fisher, "Goodbye." ”

Fisher sneered, and Qian Quan looked down to find another directional barrier-breaking bomb stuck to the bottom of his foot.

“****！” Fisher stood up touching the blood on the corner of his mouth, looked at Qian Quan who was devoured by the firelight, and was about to turn around and cut the alloy plate on the wall, although the directional high-explosive bomb could not be exploded, but only by spending a little more time, the high-frequency concussion knife in his hand could still cut through.

"Whew!" Fisher hurriedly turned around and raised the photon shield, and the whole person was pushed away.

Qian Quan walked out of the firelight, and the clothes on the lower half of his body disappeared, revealing a pair of mechanical legs, one of which was already somewhat torn and leaking hydraulic fluid.

"That makes me look down on you." Qian Quan seemed to be a little angry, he put away the photon shield, raised the gun and shot repeatedly.

Fisher didn't dare to resist with the photon shield anymore, and while scolding the grass and mud horse in his heart, he thought about how to fight back.

Seemingly, the situation is not good! The other party's collection of black technology.