"What do you think? You know this thing?"
"Well," Zofija nodded somewhat difficultly and replied, "This is one of the six armed forces-a gun and a left weapon. Although his strength is weaker than Ilan’s, he is a real seven-level remoulder anyway … I never thought that Arasaka consortium would send one of the six armed forces …"
"What, they won’t? Since they are all determined to kill people, of course, they have to send strong enough power to be insured." Kelan asked in a low voice, holding a gun and aiming at the secret door that was being melted a little.
"If the hand is a ninja under the jurisdiction of the club, the Arasaka consortium will deny it afterwards, and no one can insist that the assassin must be Arasaka people with a very common’ Prajna’ tattoo … but the six armed forces are not the same. They are so famous that sending the six armed forces to assassinate them is tantamount to the Arasaka consortium directly declaring war on us …"
"It’s equivalent to directly declaring war on the Ark" Kelan took over the words "especially the assassination of heirs, which is a very bad means. If the evidence is solid, the Arasaka consortium will be directly exiled by the official core member department … But then again, if they don’t leave a living person and destroy all the evidence, who can know that the six armed forces participated in this assassination?"
"before before-"red-hot spear moved up in less than 20 seconds, and a secret door appeared in a two-meter square incision.
Kelan and Zofija pulled the trigger at the same time, and the magnetic bullet in the shape of a steel needle poured out from this incision like a rainstorm, but in response, they had a tinkling metal collision
A tall gunman jumped in against the fire cut of both of them.
This man is wearing a blue armor with a shape very similar to that of the ancient Japanese in the old era, but if you look a little more carefully, you can find that the real root is not an armor but a part of the body of this biochemical transformation warrior.
These armor pieces are directly embedded in his body. From the luster and texture alone, it can be determined that the content of Nino alloy in these "parts" has reached an amazing proportion, and it is difficult for even magnetic bullets to leave any traces.
He held a pike nearly three meters in his hand, and the tip of the pike still exuded hot orange and dark light, while the end of the pike was connected to an interface at the lumbar spine with a scaly armored cable.
"The energy of his pike should come from the miniature reactor. If you break that cable, the high temperature at the tip of the gun will disappear," Zofija Kelan wrote behind him.
"… even if interrupted, it didn’t transform people into seven … even if you don’t bring any weapons, you can easily tear the two of us to the hand." Kelan said with a wry smile.
"That … that how to do?" Zofija bite bite lips some unwilling to ask a way
"I can’t help it … we can’t even break through the weapons in our hands … this kind of biochemical transformation is not crucial for people, such important organs as the brain, heart or reactor have the most stringent protection. If we can break through, we would have killed him …"
Gun left didn’t speak. The eyes of his helmet were locked and retreated to the corner from the first moment. Kelan and Zofija held the gun and walked towards them step by step.
"It seems that … we are really dead this time." Kelan said that his consciousness blocked Zofija’s front, although he knew that there was no egg in doing so. The pike would pierce himself first and then stab Zofija’s body and nail them to the wall like a bunch of sugar-coated haws …
Oh, no … They don’t have a chance to be pierced by a pike. The temperature is as high as several thousand degrees, and the tip of the gun can easily carbonize people’s bodies without direct contact. When they are really stabbed, their bodies will probably be like a thin chocolate wafer and smashed into a pile of charred powder.
A delicate and slender hand stretched out from behind Kelan and held his hand tightly together. Kelan could clearly feel that Zofija’s hand had been soaked with sweat and felt sticky and slippery from the palm …
"This guy is really no weakness … weakness … weakness …"
Koran’s brain is running wildly, but it is unexpected that it can help the situation … This time it is really cornered …
"Weaknesses … Zofija seems to have said that a miniature bomb was implanted in the brain of the six armed forces … this move is to ensure their absolute loyalty …"
"But … now there is no way to detonate this bomb … even if there is a computer that can invade the six armed forces’ neural network, it can’t be finished …"
"If there is a mutiny among the Sixth Armed Forces and there is a sudden attack … how can their master detonate this bomb?"
Kelan felt as if he had seized a chance, just as a drowning man waved his hand at random and caught a straw floating on the water.
"if that Arasaka consortium really collude with that heresy …"
"If the top of Arasaka consortium is the believer of that sect …"
"If … that another’ successor’ is the master of the six armed forces …"
No matter what the result is, he will always try … It’s better to try than to do nothing.
Kelan suddenly hit a tingle. He suddenly straightened up, his eyes looked straight at the approaching gun, and his left lip was slightly open-
Like a nightmare whispering, words echoed in my mind, but there was a sense of high majesty and irresistible oppression … Although there was no sound coming from Kelan’s mouth or throat, he still "said" this sentence completely.
This is the language made by Alpha … Although Kelan took the initiative to make this language for the second time, he didn’t feel any green at all, as if this was his real mother tongue …
He said, "I order you to die."
The left foot of the gun stopped, and the tall warrior stopped there like a machine that was cut off from the source. His arm was still stiff, and he kept his gun posture there, but the tip of the gun had returned to its original iron gray.
A burnt smell of protein floated up, and thick black blood spilled from the left eye of the gun and dripped on the chest.
He’s dead.
Chapter one hundred and ten Multi-line action
Koran stepped forward and gently pushed his tall body straight down to the center of his body. A large spider-like chapped grain suddenly appeared in marble tiles.