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Countless strange-looking monsters roared and rushed forward, but they were all blocked by a pistol and a dagger. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The white-haired young man was always expressionless, he leaned back against the giant pillar, minimizing the number of enemies he had to face at the same time, each shot could open a bullet hole in an enemy's head, and each knife could disarm an enemy, even if those ugly monsters were like the zombie tide in a second-rate zombie movie, they couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

"Look at Gabriel!" Somewhere above Gabriel's head, Christine glanced down and couldn't help but admire, "It's the ultimate battle weapon!" Zhao Yu, I heard Dr. Thomas say that your current ability is almost close to his, why can't you see it? ”

Zhao Yu was not far from Christine at this time, relying on Gabriel's cover, the two of them had climbed to the position of the giant pillar about two meters above the ground, and there were bulges along the way that Zhao Yu was very concerned about for them to settle down, and now his hand groped for something deeper than his judgment.

"Am I close to him? I didn't even see it myself! Zhao Yu tried to put his hand into the giant pillar, and a wonderful and familiar touch came, "This is it...... Christine, move a little to the side! ”

"Are you sure? Won't trigger any death flags?! ”

"Believe me, I'm a man with the ability to have a hunch!"

"Then you might as well have a premonition of that damn waypoint!"

"You're asking too much Christine, I'm not a savior...... Okay, unlocking done! Zhao Yu shouted, "The hatch opens!" ”

I only heard a soft buzzing sound, and a small door suddenly popped up on the giant pillar, which happened to be next to Christine, who looked at the scene in the door and couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "Hell, it's really exactly the same?!" ”

Zhao Yu had already turned over and jumped into the door: "It's reassuring to be exactly the same, come in, Christine, we have to hurry up and start work!" ”

Yes, it's a fake MF1 Battle Spider, and even has Sergeant Borg's ugly words on its shell - while it's a mystery why this MF1 is hiding in an alien pillar, it's obviously a minor issue, and if it's a trap......

"No matter how bad it is, it can't get any worse anyway!" Zhao Yu shouted with his special ability and started the chariot.

The familiar chime and roar echoed through the cockpit, and MF1 stood up high and cleared the crowd in front of Gabriel out of a flesh passage with a single shot!

"Gabriel!" Christine shouted on the radio, "Gone! ”

The battle spider galloped out of the giant pillar, knocking those strange people out one after another, and the unlucky ones were directly crushed by it, almost the moment MF1 broke away from the giant pillar, the giant pillar that originally appeared a large pit returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened. ===Douluo Continent 3 Legend of the Dragon King/book/52261/===.

“…… What an alien black technology. Zhao Yu, who witnessed this scene on the screen, muttered.

Gabriel didn't get into the car, but used the power of the MF1 shot to rush out of the crowd, pick up the forgotten Mr. William, threw him into the cockpit like a sandbag, and then jumped into the car by himself stepping on the heads of two weirdos.

"Gabriel, how did you know there was a chariot here?" Seeing that the two of them entered the cockpit, Zhao Yu asked, while manipulating the chariot to turn a corner, increasing its speed to the maximum, and throwing the army of weirdos into disappearance in a blink of an eye, while Christine patiently manipulated the on-board machine gun to sweep down the few weirdos who were holding on to MF1.

Gabriel changed the magazine for the pistol: "The assessment rules cannot give the test party absolutely impossible to pass the assessment conditions, the difference is only whether to design more rigorously...... The luck of the earth is that for the Ahmeds, this is just one of the hundreds of ordinary tests of low-level civilizations, and it is not worth paying too much attention, so the test level has always been in the middle, and given that the test is mixed with cheaters like me and you, the difficulty is strictly medium to low. ”

"That is, although the Ahmeds look like a pit, at least they are really very well-behaved?"

"Yes, it's even too much to follow...... Gabriel said, looking up at the top cover, "and what we're going to do is to get the job done as quickly as possible while the Ahmeds are still playing by the rules." ”

"Just the three of us?"

Gabriel thought for a moment, "Maybe we can go find a trustworthy companion." ”

"I have a trustworthy companion in mind, but how do I find him in this space?"

"Their images are instantaneous, I guess it can be used as a reference, and at the same time, if you're talking about companions being them......" Gabriel pointed to the screen, "it's much more convenient." ”

"What are you talking about?" Mr. William couldn't help but interject, "How did you find such a chariot?" Where are you going now? Where do you have companions? ”

Christine glanced at him, "Mr. Senator, can you help us with these answers?" ”

Mr. William was stunned: "No...... No. ”

"Then please shut up, thank you."

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Another place in the space of the Giant Tower.

More than twenty mech infantry were forming an assault formation and attacking a low wall, bullets making bright trajectoryes in the air, leaving brief traces on the wall.

On the other side of the low wall, there was very weak resistance, only four people fighting back, to be exact.

"Damn aliens!" A black man scolded and shot, "Why do I have to fight them here?!" I'm a charioteer! ”

"Because you don't have a choice, dear Hunter." The blonde youth next to him aimed at a target, and the other person staggered with two consecutive shots, but never fell.

"Hell, sergeant, why were we chosen! Why you and me! Hunter grumbled loudly, "Do you know how much I miss the old man now? ”

"You've got plenty of time to miss him, Private Hunter."

"Mr. Hunt, you've mentioned 'old man' at least ten times in the last half hour." Another middle-aged man couldn't help but speak, "Who the hell are you talking about?" Is he dead? ”

Hunter was stunned for a moment, then shook his head decisively: "How could he die so easily?" I'm telling you, Jack, could he be other than this Borg next to you? The man with the strongest vitality outside of Sergeant Ansol! ”

Jack couldn't help but cast his gaze on the blonde youth: "Captain Borg......"

Borg laughed, "He's bragging, Jack...... I'm not as good as an old man. ”

"You're better than Captain Borg?! You saved the whole world in the first phase! ”

"It was 'almost' who saved the world, and the old man—" Borg narrowed his eyes and hit another soldier, "he might be able to save the world for real." ”

"Then he'd better hurry!" A bald man with a tattoo on his face said angrily, "Otherwise I might not see it!" ”

"Alvarez, you ......" Jack was about to say something, when suddenly a grenade exploded next to him, and the middle-aged man named Jack was lifted a few meters away, and stopped breathing miserably.

"Damn, they took a roundabout! This group of insidious plastic models! Hunter shouted and turned his gun, "If I can go back alive, I'm going to burn all the plastic models on our street!" ”

"Isn't there a lot to do when you get back alive?" Alvarez wondered, "I've heard you list at least a dozen wishes......

"Oh shit, I miss the old man so much, he won't talk so much......"

"Private Hunter, that's because you deliberately forgot when he talked so much."

This messy little group is the Borg? Ansor and Hunter? Malik's companions when he arrived at the second stage exam room were Jack, an unlucky guard from Regina, Canada, who had just been blown up, and an unlucky arms dealer from Los Angeles, Alvarez, an unlucky student from the University of Maryland, Armstrong, an unlucky student from the University of Maryland, Kraft, an unlucky ranger from Quincy, and Teresa, an unlucky policewoman from Sacramento—and now the last three were now lying motionless behind the low wall covered in blood. If it weren't for the fact that the avatars of these people in the participant list hadn't changed color, they wouldn't have been any different from dead.

"Jack's avatar is grayed out." Hunter said sadly.

"I know, if you don't want to be the next thing to turn gray is yourself, just work hard." Borg replied.

The task seemed almost impossible.

The opponent has only lost two infantry so far, and it was Kraft and Armstrong who took the initiative to attract firepower and gave Borg a chance to throw a grenade to directly empty the opponent's defensive shield, and the end result was that the two were dragged back like dead dogs.

But now there are more than two dozen people on the other side.

To make matters worse, the Borg were running out of ammo, and the fact that they were able to get that much ammo was a miracle in itself, and from that point of view, Alvarez, who happened to run away with a cartload of ammunition but was chosen by the aliens to compete...... Borg glanced at the arms dealer, and Alvarez was now in a self-defeating phase: he recited a prayer every time he fired a shot, as if he feared there would be no next time.

"I didn't know that in this age, there were people who believed in God so devoutly." "Alvarez, if you really believe in God, instead of praying that He will let you go to heaven when you die, how about praying that He will cast a little spell and get rid of these alien toys?" ”

"It's my mom who is really religious, not me, I'm not that religious!" Alvarez retorted in annoyance, "But now I don't know who else to trust except praying!" ”

"Trust the gun in your hand." Borg replied.

"But I don't believe in the number of bullets left in it!"

Another group of mecha infantry rushed up, so that Borg and the others could not show their heads, Borg grabbed two grenades from Alvarez's bag, and threw them out without even looking at the direction after the timer, but of course nothing exploded, at best slowing down the pace of several infantry advances.

"Save it, there are not a few grenades!" Alvarez shouted, but he immediately grabbed two grenades as well, because an infantry had already rushed through the bunker of the low wall and appeared directly in front of them!

"Concentrate your fire!" Borg shouted, and the bullets that had been intended to be saved were poured out frantically, and although the infantry was knocked backwards, two more infantry climbed over the low wall, and Hunter screamed and threw grenades, nearly wounding himself and forcing them back - but everyone knew that time was running out.

Alvarez had read aloud: "Lord, take up my soul!" ”

After a few seconds of silence.

"And then?" Borg asked.

"I can afford that! You can do it, you can come! ”

"God, I'm not in the same league as the two of them." Hunter said sincerely.

However, at this moment, a ray of light passed in front of their eyes, piercing the power armor and defensive shield of the mech-infantry who were about to re-climb the low wall, and the infantry was pulled out a few meters away by the huge force and did not move.

Then, more light flickered, crushing the mech-infantry group that had been overwhelming them a moment earlier.

Borg, Hunter, and Alvarez looked together in the direction from which the attack had come from, and a giant battle spider appeared in everyone's sight.

"My God......" Alvarez muttered.

Borg narrowed his eyes, "I don't think God should be here." ”

"Damn it......" Hunter rubbed his eyes, "Sergeant, did you see that?" Do you see that word on the car? ”

The corners of Borg's eyes twitched: "I see it." ”

"Look at what I found? Two guys from the former Fifth War Zone! The MF1 radio rang out, "Borg? Sergeant Ansol, Hunter? Private Malik, don't think anywhere today, I declare you drafted! This vehicle lacks a neurotic commander and a whining driver, get me in! ”

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