Pushing away the crowd, Zhang Yuan and the others didn't care about the complaints of the people around them, and barged in, "What's the matter?" You Nanzhe patted Fu Baichen's shoulder, Fu Baichen was stunned, turned his head, and reacted when he saw that a few people had returned. He smiled, and raised his hand to the center of the street that had been fenced off by the traversal.

Let's turn the clock back to five minutes ago -- Q17 was confused and broke out in a cold sweat.

The short man in front of him, who was only as tall as his legs, suddenly showed an expression of seeing his dead father when he saw him, and then pounced directly with a loud scream.

"Enemy attack!" Q17 was startled and was about to draw his gun, but the dwarf threw himself on his thigh, and instead of making another aggressive move, he ......

"@#¥%......" The dwarf was full of surprise, excitement and obsession, his mouth was broken and he couldn't understand words, a rough big hand touched up and down on the alloy leg armor of Q17, his expression was as pious as the tomb for his ancestors, his hand movements were gentle and careful like caressing the skin of a virgin, and the meaning of infatuation in his words was like a couple falling in love......

"I cao......" Q17 was the first to come back to his senses from all the stunned people at the scene, his face was embarrassed, and he yelled angrily while retreating: "Let go, let go, you're welcome if you don't let go again." But no matter how he fell, the dwarf was like a dog with a bone, dead or alive, and the smile on his face became more and more swaying.

When the shorty's hand reached the base of Q17's thigh, Q17 couldn't take it anymore......

"Cao, mom!" Q17 kicked the little man like a ball. "You pervert!" the red-faced Q17 was already annoyed. I can't believe that the most feared thing in his entire military career actually happened, and it happened in front of so many people - becoming the object of homosexuality of others.

How strong is the foot strength of the Q17 wearing mobile armor, probably only a humanoid dragon, such as Yun Zilong, can compare to it, and the dwarf flew away like a ball, rolling dozens of times in a row and knocking over several passers-by and rushing into a pile of coal on the corner of the street.

Q17 turned around and found that Fu Baichen's expression was very weird, although he didn't say it explicitly, but a pair of glowing eyes that narrowed into two curved lines looked how to be beaten, and the others were the same, Nianhu was fine, but as soon as he saw Yang Ying wearing a hood, unable to see his expression but his body was constantly twitching, Q17 felt that his self-esteem turned into a stone statue, and then collapsed......

"I found him, you are not allowed to move, get out of the way for me......," a voice came from the corner. The dwarf, covered in blood, with a bruised nose and swollen face and crooked nose, rushed through the crowd and trotted all the way to Q17 on two short legs.

When the dwarf's hand touches Q17's body again, Q17 proves the Dragon Guard's sacrificial spirit with his actions. He closed his eyes, and his face showed an expression of perseverance, grief, loyalty, and determination that could not be said in a word, "Click!" Uncle Q opened his eyes, and pressed the muzzle of the gun against the dwarf's head with a sad and angry face: "Give Lao Tzu back, immediately, immediately!, or I'll collapse you!!"

The dwarf didn't care about the threat of the MRI rifle, and still went his own way and touched the exterior armor of the Q17, maybe this is the fearlessness of the unknown.

"Three!"

Q17 opened the insurance, and the dwarf did not make a mistake.

"Two!"

The triangular crosshair had already locked the dwarf's eyebrows, just waiting for Uncle Q to pull the trigger.

"One!"

After just another second, the owner of the gun pulled the trigger, and a bullet with extremely fast muzzle velocity and strong radiation would break the guy's head into a watermelon.

After thinking about it, Q17 still fiddled with the gun and kept the gunfire to a minimum.

"Tom!"

The muffled sound of gunfire rang out, loud but disappeared before it could be heard from the street.

A flashing electric tungsten core armor-piercing bullet rushed out of the chamber, grazed the dwarf's cheek and flew over, tearing out a blood mark ten centimeters long, and then hit the ground at a sixty-degree angle, easily breaking through the road and drilling into the ground, and people within ten square meters only felt that the ground trembled violently, making people unstable on their feet.

The dwarf reached out with a trembling hand and plucked out his ear. Thanks to the Federation's excellent noise handling system, the sound of gunfire has long been weakened to the point where it is not enough to hurt people's hearing.

"Thunder, Thunderbolt?!" he stretched out his large, furry hand with long brown hair, and grabbed the smooth body of the MRI rifle excitedly, and even his voice began to tremble.

"Hey, let go, don't think that if I don't kill you, you'll be able to get an inch!!" Q17 lifted his gun, but instead of throwing the dwarf out, on the contrary, this guy's excellent arm strength made him cling to the NMR rifle that was taller than him, and before Q17 could make any moves, he jumped down on his own.

"It's perfect, it's ...... This is perfect!" The dwarf screamed, holding the Q17's gun hard with his thumb, and with the other hand, he took a small but delicate hammer from his pocket and gently tapped the Q17's armor with a clanging sound. "Perfect!" the dwarf's tone was full of excitement and extreme joy. This sound, this feel, this color, this perfect combination of toughness and hardness, I have never seen such a perfect metal, and look at this process, oh my God, how smooth and perfect this half-millimeter ridge protrusion is, how smooth the edges of these openings are, without any traces of polishing, and there is not the slightest trace of hammering and mold edges on the metal surface, the joint is so perfect that I can't feel the slightest gap, God, what kind of miracle is this. ”

"This armor and this thunderbolt are simply a divine match!" After the dwarf finished speaking, he turned his face to Q17 (the face of the dementia), and scolded with a sad and angry face: "You bastard, this armor should be placed in the mourning hall of the famous blacksmith of the past generations, or in the main temple of Muradin, the god of creation, not worn by you, my God, look at ......"

Through a layer of tactical mirrors, Q17 clearly saw the saliva stuck to it, was stunned for a while, and then became furious: "it, get out of Lao Tzu!"

A punch was thrown at the dwarf, and the dwarf jumped in place like a bouncing potato. He poked the battle scars on the surface of the armor with his short and thick fingers, and cried out with a look of pain and grief: "You...... You look, you look, you ...... You bastard, oh my God, Muradin is on top, you're still wearing it to fight, and you're scarred, you ...... You're simply crazy, unforgivable, you ...... Even Muradin, the god of creation, is not as extravagant as you, this is a serious crime, you should apologize for your actions, if you weren't wearing this armor now, I should really take a hammer and enlighten you!"

"I said,!!"

ps: I'm sorry, there's only one shift today, forgive me, brothers, let's take the ticket.