Little Red Riding Hood made a few detours through the dark and narrow hallway until she finally reached the door of Room 303.

She pulled out the key from her pocket and inserted it into the keyhole, and before she could twist it, the door was opened from the inside.

A little girl poked her head out from behind the door, and her round face suddenly showed a surprised expression, "Sister! ”

"Anya, you're not going to be waiting for me behind the door all the time, are you?" Little Red Riding Hood rubbed her sister's head, "Didn't I tell you not to take the initiative to open the door, what if you meet a bad person?" ”

"It's okay, there's Uncle Mark downstairs." Anya opened the door so that her sister could enter. "Moreover, I know my sister's footsteps!"

Little Red Riding Hood smiled helplessly, closed the door behind her, and finally took off her not-so-breathable mask—now she could finally breathe well.

"Anya, it's your birthday." Little Red Riding Hood placed the basket on the table and lit a candle with a match by the faint light of the window.

"Wow, sister, do you remember!" Anya came out of the kitchen and put a glass of warm water in Little Red Riding Hood's hand, and then climbed into the high dining chair, her eyes lying on the edge of the table were full of hope in the warm candlelight.

"Of course." Little Red Riding Hood picked up the glass and took a sip of warm water, and replied with a smile, "When did my sister forget your birthday?" ”

Anya propped her little head in her hands and stared curiously at the basket - the shrewd little guy quickly guessed that it must contain something good.

"It's a surprise, isn't it?"

"Guess what." Little Red Riding Hood continued to swallow boiling water—she was indeed a little thirsty.

The pattern of the glass on Little Red Riding Hood's hand reflects the pale candlelight in a variety of colors, giving the old room a dreamy glow.

Anya sniffed slightly, "It's so fragrant—there won't be brioche bread, right?" ”

"Huh, how do you know?" Little Red Riding Age put down her glass, looking a little surprised.

"Sister, have you forgotten? The ...... that my mother bought before" Anya's mood was a little low, and her voice became lower and lower, not knowing what she was thinking.

But suddenly Little Red Riding Hood stuffed her mouth with a ball of bread, and it tasted sweet and fragrant, mixed with a pleasantly bitter taste that she had never tasted before.

"That's right, but this time there's chocolate bread you haven't eaten!" Little Red Riding Hood tore a large piece of chocolate bread herself and put it in her mouth - wow, it doesn't taste as sweet as Aman suggests.

Maybe Little Red Riding Hood confuses "chocolate" with "chocolate bread", or maybe Oman himself has never tasted chocolate bread.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the communication tower of the third gathering place.

"Ah......h ......"

The herring sitting in front of the communication station was frowning, pressing the headset with one hand and debugging something on the control panel with the other, but before he could adjust it, a clear, indifferent mechanical synthesized sound came out of the headset:

"......"

"Codename: C-37004698A"

"Order: Clean up the redundant intelligent organic lifeforms, search, attack, destroy, and annihilate."

"......"

"Repeat."

"!" Mr. Herring's face turned pale as if it had been painted with a layer of wall ash.

C-Class Operation,—— This is C-Class Operation!

The cleanup operation of the Mechanical Legion, which has been stagnant on this planet for more than twenty years, begins!

"Woo————————!"

The shrill and piercing air raid sirens suddenly sounded in the dark and narrow alleys of the gathering place, and in a matter of moments they drowned out the noise of the crowd on the main thoroughfare and the beautiful music playing in the spacious and bright rooms of the rich!

7:03 p.m., Marginal Colony.

"Knock-knock!" Several dull noises came from outside the main body of the base.

Several people who were eating in the dining room looked at each other, then put down the gnocchi made by Mosilaire and climbed onto the roof to inspect the situation.

A few blackened blocks were scattered around the base, with bright pillars of fire that were rapidly fading.

It looked as if it had fallen from the sky, and the vibrations and sounds were the sound of them hitting the ground at high speed.

Naturally, these movements also attracted the zombies on the perimeter of the protective wall. The aimless fool began to slowly approach the blocks that had smashed shallow pits into the ground, completely oblivious to the fact that a few of his companions who had been too close had been ignited by the flames above, and burned into a terrible humanoid torch.

Before Old Knife and Bender could see it, Mosilaire frowned tightly and asked Winnie, who had just peeked out of the stairs, to return to the room and lock the door.

"Guys, old friends from the Machine Legion have come to visit us." Mosilaire, half of his face illuminated by the firelight, sighed.

While Mosilaire sent the veteran knife, who had already had a control experience, to the security room to operate the turret, he and Bender hurriedly slid down the ladder, quickly donned their steel helmets and retrieved their weapons as they had done before, and returned to the concrete battlements on the roof—these empty surrendered mechs usually took a few minutes to fully awaken after arriving at the target location, and they were better off using this brief gap to weaken the opponent as much as possible.

After a cursory look, there were four drop slots scattered around the base, all of which were light drop slots, and there were no dedicated heavy drop slots for loading mechanical centipedes.

Not having to fight against the mighty mechanical centipede should be pretty good news.

Mosilaire adjusted the aiming mode of the charged rifle to a scanning mode for electronic devices that made it easier to aim at the mech.

The charge, which had been turned up to the highest power, pointed to a drop bin that was relatively close to her by the highlight of the scope, and she did not hesitate to shoot immediately.

Holding the pump-action shotgun, Bender had no choice but to crouch behind the battlements and nervously inspect his own hands because the enemy was out of the effective range of the shotgun.

"Tuk Tuk-" The charged rifle fired three chargeables at high speed after a brief build-up, and almost as soon as she fired, some nitrogen for pressurization and cooling burst out of the pop-up drop chamber gate.

Several high-energy charged bombs apparently hit the mechanical body inside the chamber, as Mosilaire, who had taken his eyes out of the scope, was able to clearly see with his bionic eye the dazzling green charge sparks that were quickly annihilated in the air after the charge projectiles in the nitrogen mist were briefly scattered when they hit the target.

"Snort-" Several landed airdrop slots opened one after another at this time, and the diffuse nitrogen mist quickly blocked all the vision of Bender, who was lying on the side to observe the situation.

But Mosilaire couldn't distract from the other activated mechs for the time being, because she suddenly saw a bright, cold metallic reflection flickering vaguely in the mist in front of her, and Mosilaire hurriedly swung the charge rifle in his hand, borrowing an electronic device that could ignore the fog to scan the mirror to find the swift figure hidden in the fog.

"Didi!" The charged rifle that searched for the target emitted a crisp chime and highlighted the outline of a mechanical body that was moving in the nitrogen mist - if she guessed correctly, this guy was supposed to be a ruthless executioner with a knack for close combat: the Mechanical Mantis.

"Found you......" Mosilaire muttered softly, quickly adjusting his breathing and drifting into a state of concentration.

"Tuk Tuk—" Several charges shot into the mist, scorching the two zombies that were blocking their trajectory into a cloud of bursting flesh - but the high-energy munitions were just a large cloud of dust and rubble behind it.

Almost immediately, the quick-witted foe stopped his unnecessary detours and lunged straight at Mosilaire in the brief gap when his charged rifle was recharging.

In the blink of an eye, this mechanical mantis with a slight trace of scorching and blasting of the chest armor burst out of the milky white mist that enveloped it!

The fast-charging mechanical mantis did not hesitate or hesitate when approaching the protective wall, and the two slender and beautiful composite mechanical legs only briefly resonated enough to shock, smooth and graceful high-speed motor, and then burst out with enough amazing force to catapult its 60kg steel body into the air nearly 3 meters into the air and go straight over the 2.7-meter-high granite protective wall!

The mechanical mantis soaring into the air gently stretched out its single-molecule scythe blade that refracted the cold light in the moonlight, rendering it from an emotionless killing machine to a dazzling work of art with the brilliant golden fire reflected off the white and smooth metal shell!

Thanks to the powerful cushioning system, the mechanical mantis that landed on the ground barely splashed any dust and gravel - if these mechanical bodies were interested in diving competitions, they could easily beat the native humans to win the gold medal.

The mantis, which barely paused, continued to take steady steps, and swooped towards Mosilaire and Bender, who were hiding on the roof 40m away!

Taking a deep breath, Mosilaire forced himself to steady his trembling hands and fired another set of charged bullets at the charging machine.

"Tuk tuk—" A slight recoil was transmitted through the butt of the charge-stepping rifle to Mosilaire's flesh-and-blood shoulders, and the moment these far supersonic charged bullets were projected from the muzzle, Mosilaire knew they were going to hit their target, even if it should not have been and could not have been predicted.

This seems to be a rare state of "shooting inspiration", like the last time she was fighting a zombie frenzy.

Before the optic nerve could transmit the image received by the eyeball to her brain, the three-electric charge had already slammed into the mechanical mantis's body. One of the binding charge rounds was blocked by its thick chest armor, and the other two hit its left scythe, causing the slender blade glowing with cold moonlight to bend into a hot twist.

But the painless, emotionless mechanical mantis was still sprinting, and she was too late to stop the charge rifle from killing it before it could be recharged.

"Please give up resistance, unnecessary resistance will only add to the pain."

Leaping from the ground, obscuring all of Mosilere's vision, the mechanical mantis wielded its intact right scythe and slashed straight at Mosilele - if the knife had been solid, Mosilele would have no idea that it would be another revenant under the naked atrocities of the mechanical legion - oh, it should be "two halves", maybe Bender, Winnie, and Old Knife would need to prepare two mini-coffins for themselves.

But she's not fighting alone. - Isn't it?

"Bang!"

A terrible thunderous bang rang out from Mosilere's ears, echoing across the vast plains—it was Bender, who was crouching nearby, who had shot.