Everyone subconsciously blindfolded themselves, and the burning sensation in their eyes was intensified by the focused gaze, and the pain made their heads dizzy.

Sotagan and Auville were the first to emerge from this instinctive physical reaction. Neither of them hesitated, relying on their memories and instincts, Ovilla dodged to the side, and immediately pulled out his pistol and immediately shot Sotagan and Berta in front of him. After the gunshots rang out, the others reacted and hurriedly grabbed their guns and attacked the chair.

After a full four or five seconds, when their respective eyes had compulsorily adjusted, in a glare of images, only two chairs full of anesthetic needles were left in the center of their encirclement, and Sotagan and Berta were gone.

"Hurry up!" Ovilla's face shuddered, and now that things had developed, she understood what had happened. Reloading her pistol, she rushed to the test area as she refilled the heads of the armed men and technicians lying around her.

As soon as I stepped into the water-blocking baffle, there was a popping sound in the surging steam. A figure flew through the air, slamming into the baffle that was used to fend off the powerful stream of steam. The supporting iron frame behind the baffle immediately twisted and broke, and the figure was not hindered in any way, directly breaking the blockade of the steam, and rolling on the ground several times in a row. The thin body also changed in the rolling, expanding at a speed that could be seen by the eyes, and the skin was supported by the things in the body, and by the time the figure grabbed the corner of the forging machine next to it and stabilized its body, and slowly stood up, the thin body had grown at a rapid rate, turning into a strong adult.

It was Frito, his yellowed face had turned a little whiter, and now it was full of water chestnuts, with a hideous smile on it, and the moist skin had become like a stretched steel skin, with a smooth and strange tightness. The attack just now did not cause him any real damage, and he stood up and patted his body, although the dust and oil stains on his trench coat did not fall off a bit.

"Jetlyn is running out of the factory, there is her team there, we are surrounded!" Frito said to Ovilla, who was rushing towards him, and a steel bar flew out like an arrow into his head. But just raising his right hand, Frito grabbed the steel bar that shot from the shot, and stood motionless, "Your people need you to command, leave it to me here!"

As he spoke, the baffle that Frito had just smashed open, like a thick sludge spilling from the steam from the gap, burst through six clear holes one after another, and the dark red ballistic lines with smoke came to him in the blink of an eye. His eyes caught the bullet as he spoke, and Frito's footsteps continued to move, his body twisting with it. When his figure froze in place again, a few sparks from the friction behind him were just extinguished in the air.

Ovilla fired into the steam, and a magazine ran out of bullets in an instant. Nothing that worked was hit, and she snorted: "I'll deal with Ye Jielin and Sotagan over there, you'd better deal with the matter here quickly." She turned around and rushed to the room at the bottom of the warehouse.

Several twisted steel objects flew out at the same time, cutting Ovilla's figure in place. Immediately, in the diffuse steam, there was a sound of turbulent water, and a faint phantom rushed towards her, and in the sound of the concrete ground cracking, the phantom jumped up two or three meters after a few steps, and the twisted steel pipe in his hand was thrown out.

"Knock 、、、"

The trembling steel pipe was all submerged in the concrete ground at Ovilla's feet, and the rest of the trills caused Ovilla to retreat continuously. But she couldn't shorten the distance between herself and the phantom, and in just a few steps away, the phantom had already come to her. The phantom's leaping body landed on one foot, and the terrifying weight of his body made him smash footprints directly on the ground like a solid piece of iron. The moment he hit the ground, the other kick slammed into Ovilla's head.

On the face covered with fine scales, a pair of fiery red eyes were burning. The furious aura frightened Ovilla, and his retreat was forced to stop at this moment. Knowing that she couldn't avoid it, she couldn't catch up with her speed, she half-squatted down, crossed her hands on the side of her head, and wanted to defend against the upcoming kick.

"Boom!"

The imaginary impact did not come, and the corners of Ovilla's eyes were beating wildly at the moment under the huge explosion sound. A gust of hot wind hit the side of her face, sharp. Her hair was raised in mid-air, and in her eyes, with the milky white steam as the background, a piece of black substance that spread out a little bit bombarded the phantom's body from the side, and the black substance was squeezed together in an instant. The weight didn't seem to have a stabilizing effect at this moment, and the phantom was directly sprayed out by the huge force it carried.

"Don't hurry up yet, it's not something you can deal with!" Frito yelled at Ovilla, the skin on his face revealing a bony white. He was holding a shotgun in his hand, which was completely different from the one he had just been, and it might make the most sense to think of it as a strengthened model. The caliber of the gun has exceeded the aperture of the cannon, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a barrel in the true sense of the word.

Seeing that Ovilla did not hesitate to leave, Frito sighed with relief. He pressed down the barrel of the gun, which was nearly a meter long, and the chamber of the shotgun opened, and a puff of white smoke rose up, and a dark red bullet case was withdrawn by him, and a thick cloud of smoke was hidden inside, which fell on the ground with a crisp sound. As he watched the dark figure in front of him stand up, Frito took out a baby's arm-sized shotgun from the inside of his trench coat and loaded it into the chamber of the gun.

"I thought it would be superfluous to bring this thing here today, but I didn't expect to use it. It's just that there is less ammunition, only a few rounds. Frito's speech became a little unhurried, his Adam's apple had disappeared at some point, replaced by a hard neck in the shape of a cylinder, and his voice had become dull, as if it were coming from the bottom of the water.

"I've never believed in my luck, and the official knight's assessment shouldn't be so easy. The pass rate of each assessment is only about 20%, and the mortality rate is close to half. It seems that the experience and caution he has gained from the experience of the reserve knights are not useless. Frito looked at the dark figure standing in front of him and said slowly, word by word. The two are not in a hurry, they both know in their hearts that there is no possibility of getting rid of each other in a short period of time.

Turning the muzzle of the gun at the man in front of him again, Frito smiled stiffly: "Mr. Cassia, in fact, when I got your information, I was not very interested in your genius name. A few years older than you, in the Knights, the people I came into contact with were also elites in various fields and schools, and there were many graduates of military schools and seminaries. There are so many people who are called geniuses that the term has long since lost its positive meaning. But I still admit that you are a genius to be able to complete most of the scaling surgery development at the beginning of the second stage of surgery. At least I can't do that. ”

"Bang!"

The tail note was still in mid-air, and the sound of a hollow explosion gushed out of the barrel with a cloud of black sand, and the flames from the muzzle of the gun lit up the surroundings. On the ground, the brief vivid shadows of Kasia and Frito collided in the next moment.