The last time he encountered the all-metal giant scorpion was a long time ago, and because he didn't make any preparations in advance, Moro didn't figure out where the all-metal giant scorpion had captured the small army of the new empire in the end, but only roughly figured out the routine of the all-metal giant scorpion's actions.

But this time was different, and Moreau had been planning carefully since he realized that the all-metal scorpion might show up next, and he began to wait patiently, and after a short time, Moreau waited for his chance to figure it all out.

Why is there any material related to the all-metal scorpion in the new empire? why he is not even entitled to access those documents; Why did the new Empire's top brass say nothing about the history of the Wastelands, and everyone who might know anything about it kept it secretive to the outside world.

"Why, exactly?"

Moreau wanted to know the answer to this question, so he didn't even care about the turtledoves and insects that he had already noticed, because in Moreau's eyes, the secrets carried by the insects were something that the new empire's higher-ups needed to worry about, and they had little to do with him.

So Moro focused all his attention on the all-metal giant scorpion in front of him, and Morrow vaguely felt that it could take itself to find someone who everyone thought was dead, but it was very likely that it was not.

It was this man who made Moreau the person he is now, and although he lost most of his memory, the pain and suffering associated with it were deeply engraved in Moreau's bones.

Moreau didn't know what awaited him in front of him, he just felt an endless anger coming out of his chest, and the anger that was about to ignite Moreau's soul once and for all prompted Moreau to let go of everything in search of a clue from his vague memory.

Moreau's body split apart with his sneer, turning into wriggling pieces of flesh that quickly burrowed into the bodies of the surrounding "elite squad" members, just as he had done to the Resistance fighters in the Oasis.

……

The all-metal giant scorpion was puzzled.

Because according to past experience, he has already increased the dose of anesthetic to such an extent, how can anyone still be able to stand and not fall, you must know that it has been operating in the barren land for such a long time, and it is the first time it has encountered such a situation.

No matter what kind of "mechanical modification test subjects" they are, their ontology is definitely a certain kind of test subject, and mechanical modification only strengthens their bodies and provides them with some unique means of attack, usually without affecting their intelligence level.

Therefore, the IQ of the all-metal giant scorpion is not very high, and since part of its brain has been replaced by electronic components, the all-metal giant scorpion is really different from other "mechanically modified test subjects", it is already a robot in a way.

Although there is still a considerable amount of flesh and blood under the surface armor, the all-metal giant scorpion's thinking ability is more like that of a robot, with strict logic, and will execute orders 100%, without any thoughts mixed with itself.

As for things other than commands, the all-metal giant scorpion is still able to use its brain.

After suspending the discharge of poisonous gas from the tip of the tail, I saw the eight claws of the all-metal giant scorpion moving in unison, quickly moving from the side of the "elite team" to the turtledove that was still dangling aimlessly, - like Morrow, the all-metal giant scorpion had already noticed the existence of the turtledove and the small worm.

"Why isn't this man unconscious?"

Through the thick sand and thick cyan poisonous mist, the all-metal giant scorpion observes the turtledove with its own heat-sensing system, and according to the instructions entered into its brain, its action is to catch all the marked targets, and it must be brought back alive, because it is useless to die.

Therefore, the all-metal giant scorpion will not kill these targets that have been marked by itself, and it is created to serve its master.

The all-metal giant scorpion was observing the turtledove, and the turtledove suddenly sensed something, and he stopped, raised his head, and looked at the shadows like a hill behind the dust and poisonous mist.

……

"Good guy, he's really big."

Before, I saw the all-metal giant scorpion and the "elite squad" confronting each other over there, and the turtledove didn't think that this all-metal giant scorpion was so big, but now that he got closer, the turtledove estimated that his waist pole was far less thick than a step of others.

The disparity in size had become such that the turtledove was not going to do anything, he wanted to see what the all-metal giant scorpion wanted to do now.

The turtledove's two eyes were red, it seemed that he was smoked by poisonous gas, and the snot was crystal clear and hung under the nose, and it was stained with a lot of sand, but the turtledove would make him have the heart to wipe any bullshit snot, he stared at his eyes, and his chest fell together.

"Sneer......"

Suddenly hearing a sound, the long tail of the all-metal giant scorpion pierced the dust and poisonous fog with lightning speed, and stretched straight to a few meters above the turtledove's head, and the purest dark green poisonous fog immediately sprayed the turtledove all over his face, and the powerful impact force put his whole person on the ground, unable to move.

Dare to love this all-metal giant scorpion is planning to try again whether the poisonous mist has any effect on the turtledove, but its heart is quite real, and it adopts this straightforward and cost-free method.

The turtledove was already smoked by the poisonous mist, and now he was taken care of by the other party with the maximum dose, he couldn't even breathe, and the more his chest was suffocated, the more uncomfortable it became, and finally the turtledove couldn't hold it anymore, and he opened his mouth wide to catch his breath, but he inhaled a mouthful of poisonous gas.

No matter how high the resistance is, it is impossible for the turtledove to say that he does not have a little reaction to this poisonous gas, but his reaction is a little smaller than that of others, and the symptoms are much milder, but the turtledove is now almost soaked in the thick poisonous mist, and he inhaled it again, and at that time he felt that his consciousness began to trance.

But the turtledove is a turtledove after all, and the powerful effect of the "blood of the Titan" is not blown out, even if it is so pressed by the thick poisonous fog that it can't raise its head, the turtledove still struggles to stand up.

However, as the concentration of the poisonous mist became higher and higher, the turtledove's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he struggled several times without getting back up, and finally lost consciousness completely.

……

I don't know how long it has been, but when I woke up, my first feeling was that it was cold, cold to the bone.