Bren rose from the smoke of gunpowder, his face covered in smoky black ash. She almost lost herself in the dark, the traditional mode of war had long been deeply imprinted in her mind, and the sudden appearance of mecha warriors was like a monster from space, which scared her into a loss.

The ground was full of dead people, and almost all of the people that Brun had brought down before were dead. Under the attack of that terrifying mecha warrior, the ridiculous weapons of humans simply cannot penetrate their armor.

It's like fighting with dozens of men with weapons and a few moving tanks, and the outcome is predetermined at the beginning. This rash attack caused heavy losses to the vanguard troops, and if it weren't for the strong firepower of the special forces led by Nighthawk, it is estimated that as many people would have to be reimbursed here.

"Are you alright?" Nighthawk walked up to Bren and looked at the beautiful woman who had always called herself a strong woman, her face pale, and the deep shadows pulled her back in the terrifying world she had just had.

"No, it's fine." Bren smiled reluctantly, but how could she be fine. In almost ten minutes, more than a hundred people died, and if it weren't for the mercenary leader who had followed her for many years and some other mercenaries with very good skills to protect her, she would have been like the dead people all over the ground at this moment, and she would no longer have any thoughts.

Before he found his father-killing enemy, he was buried here, and Bren would be deeply unwilling even if he died.

Nighthawk patted her on the shoulder, calming her down, and then stared coldly at the mech-warriors who were already spewing black smoke. Just like the Gundam in the Fuso anime, these Mecha Warriors can be said to be a simplified version of the Gundam.

They are propelled forward by armored tracks, and the whole is in a huge circle like an egg magnified two hundred times. The hard steel body should be full of bullets, and it looks very ugly. But with human technology and wisdom, it is not easy to create such a thing in today's environment.

The military thorn smacked his tongue and exclaimed, "Good girl! What the hell is this high-tech thing? Items in the Hacker Empire? Or is Gundam reborn? But this is T country, and Gundam should have been born in Fuso even if he was reborn, right? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, this is a sharp weapon for killing." Nighthawks looked around, facing a hail of bullets as soon as they entered the ground, and they never had time to take a good look at their environment.

It's an underground steel cage framed with stiff concrete and then tons of titanium black gold. All around is pure white metallic, and it looks like a silver world. Nighthawk has a preliminary estimate of the structure and weight it can bear, and it is so deep in the ground that even if a nuclear bomb strikes madly, this place will not be affected.

"Resident Evil, right? Is this to avoid the apocalypse? Yaksha frowned as well, he was an expert in bombs, and he would also calculate the amount of strength that could be withstood here. You must know that it takes such a huge amount of financial and material resources to build this kind of underground base, unless a powerful country, like the Dragon Snake family, built it by itself, it is simply appalling.

"There won't be such a thing as zombies, and building such a deep underground base is not anti-zombie, but anti-human." Nighthawk clicked the bolt and looked past the paralyzed MechWarrior.

"Carson and the Dragon Snake Family Master must be hiding here, no matter what, all the Qiē must be solved underground here. Yaksha ......." Nighthawk suddenly turned his head and stared deeply at Yaksha.

The two whispered a few words, and Yaksha immediately smiled and nodded and left. The two monks were puzzled, and they looked at the intimate small movements of the two in a daze, and all the unbearable pictures in their heads appeared.

Bite! At this moment, the elevator that re-loaded the reinforcements reached this floor. A large number of reinforcements came out of the elevator, and everyone looked at the scene underground with shocked expressions. Just like their companions who had arrived before, the reinforcements who had just arrived here had a surprised look on their faces that they could devour a cow.

"Mr. Nighthawk, can we go?" Bren steadied his mind for a moment, and finally regained his previous coldness. Carson was just a stone's throw away from her, and she couldn't wait to get her revenge.

"Of course." Nighthawk smiled and nodded, "The things you want to solve are also things that I am very concerned about. Ma'am, please, if there is any need, I will be happy to help. ”

Regrouping the group, Nighthawk left a small group to pick up the reinforcements that came down. The rest of the people divided into two teams and continued to walk forward, because the underground passage was not very large, so the personnel were not dispersed very wide.

Almost all of the people who can get here are the elite of the elite, and everyone is nervously hunched over, carefully holding their guns and exploring forward. The heat was rolling in front of him, and the thick heat formed a white mist. There seemed to be the sound of countless steel clashing in the fog, and in front of it looked like a modern factory, and it was in full swing at this time.

"What the hell is this place? It feels so weird! Buren walked beside Nighthawk, wary of a cat looking for food. Her full attention was on the flying mist ahead, and her eyes were full of nervousness.

"Who knows, but the watchdog actually chose to kill the monster when he sees someone, it seems that the dragon snake family and Carson must be planning something unseemly here, otherwise don't be so secretive." Nighthawk said lightly.

"When you say that, I know what to expect. Carson couldn't do anything good in his life, and always spent his life in calculations. People like him, if they don't do bad things, I'm afraid they will be suffocated to death first. Bren said fiercely.

"Listening to you is not like what her daughter should say, but like a resentful woman who has been abandoned by her." Nighthawk was already somewhat familiar with Bren, and in order to ease the tense atmosphere at the moment, he couldn't help but jokingly say.

"What's the difference? In the eyes of him and his sons, women are just tools, but they are used for different purposes. Some can vent animal desires, some can give people as gifts, and some can sacrifice at any time to preserve glory and wealth. We are all just tools to be discarded, whether it is a resentful wife or a daughter, there is no difference at all. Bren said coldly.

Nighthawk felt very bored, and originally wanted to relieve the atmosphere, but he stabbed someone in the wound. He didn't know what to say for a moment, and stared blankly at the silhouette of Brun, forgetting that he was in a dangerous place.

"Look at the road well, if you want to see it, after you go out, I will show you a good look." Brun suddenly turned his head and squinted at him and smiled softly, "All the places." ”

Nighthawk almost didn't fall to the ground, and Bren chuckled smugly, turned his head and moved on. It's too open-ended, and it talks about physiological needs. Nighthawk said in his heart that a beautiful woman is really powerful, and a single look can kill people.

"Captain, there seems to be some movement ahead." At this time, they came to a passage with various red and green instruments on the wall, and looked at the red, green, and green various shining instrument lights on the passage, reminiscent of the cockpit of an airplane.

Nighthawk kept his face composed, quietly listening to the subtle movements coming out of front of him. The sound of tinkling was like someone was pounding on a hammer, and then it sounded like some wheel was slowly moving forward......

Nighthawk's face instantly changed color, and he yelled at all the **: "Get down, those ironclad warriors are here again." ”

At that moment, there was a click of a bullet loading ahead. After experiencing the deadly rain of bullets before, the people who escaped death subconsciously fell on their stomachs. But those who got out of the elevator later were still a little slower, they didn't experience the bitter coldness of death passing by, but they realized it the next moment.

The large-caliber machine gun mounted on the machine qì man opened fire at the same time, and the rain of fiery red bullets penetrated the thick smoke in front of him, ruthlessly organizing into a fiery red net of death. The soldiers who did not lie down in time were all in the center of this big net, and they were suddenly beaten to pieces, and all kinds of organs and blood were thrown out, and the place they were in became Shura Hell for a while.

Dozens of mercenaries and Thunder team members were mercilessly strangled by the machine, and the smoke in front of them had been replaced by gunpowder smoke. The black mecha warriors appeared in the smoke, and Nighthawk gritted his teeth and looked ahead, this time there were almost thirty.

"Where the hell did this goddamn thing come from?" Nighthawk slapped the ground hard, his teeth itching with hatred. As soon as these damn things appeared, they couldn't lift their heads, and the dense bullet nets gave them no room to fight back.

It is estimated that the machine qì people rely on some kind of precision instrument to control it, and the firepower they make up includes the entire part of the human body. The bullet was grazed against people's scalps, and if they raised their heads slightly, they could be shot in the head immediately.

At this moment, their situation is really at the most dangerous point, and they can't organize an effective counterattack, and even if they can, at most, they will leave a few dents in the opponent's steel armor. This kind of Cheng dù's steel armor is not at all something that their bullets can solve.

Even if it can be solved with a high-explosive grenade, now everyone doesn't even have a chance to raise their hands and throw grenades. At this moment, if someone really pulled out the grenade, it would be no different from suicide, and it could only be blown up immediately with a circle of people around it.

Click, click! After a five-minute energetic volley, the sound of running out of bullets came from the machine's body. Immediately another bullet was heard in their bodies, and a new round of attacks was about to begin.

"It's now, if you have a high-explosive grenade, hurry up and throw it." Nighthawk yelled as she pulled a high-explosive grenade from her bosom.

But a figure flew in front of him, and the big bull descended like a god, and blasted towards those mecha warriors with the Vulcan cannon modified by the madmen of the equipment department.

The rotating barrel spewed out bullets as powerful as small missiles, and the long bullets pierced directly through the bodies of those men. I only heard the sound of the boom endlessly, and everyone watched this scene blankly.

A minute later, Da Niu turned around with a smile. And behind him, all the machines have been completely scrapped.