Among the fragments of fibers flying in the sky like a small butterfly, Xu Le stood up like a butterfly out of a cocoon, of course, he did not have that slender beauty, the broken shackles and alloy frames only had a sense of deception, and in the space where no one could hear, the voice of the old thing sounded: Are you afraid of death? Of course you are afraid, then why don't you blink your eyes up and down?'Because there is power, 'Why should I be afraid, no one can kill me, unless I want to kill myself.

The night breeze in the small square of the business district suddenly heated up, and more than a dozen black MX mecha engines roared loudly, and the powerful mechanical arm was pushed horizontally and violently pushed towards the armored car beside him!

The control movements of these black mechs are clumsy and unrounded, but they are extremely precise in their choice of strength and angle, accurately pushing all the armored vehicles to the sides of the street without causing horrific damage, and the whole process looks like the famous young puzzle box game.

The armored car rubbed violently against the ground, a piercing sound sounded, and dazzling sparks burst out, colliding with the artificial ups and downs on both sides of the road, shaking up and falling. The officers and men of the Seventh Iron Division finally reacted, and in the angry order of Major Chang, they pulled the trigger one after another and launched a shot at the center of the small square in the business district.

The dull sound of high-speed bombardment of the alloy gold guard sounded, and countless dazzling bullets instantly lit up the streets of this spring night, and the large firepower guns carried by the armored vehicles on the periphery spewed bullets, accurately turning the center of the square into a swamp of death.

What is very strange is that after pushing the armored car away and occupying the inner garden area in the center of the square, the more than ten black mechs did not immediately return fire to the fierce fire of the Iron Seventh Division. The heavy and thick mechanical legs of these black mechs knelt down heavily, forming a circle, leaving the back of the mecha without cover for the bullets spewed out of the guns of the Iron Seventh Division, and then there was no more movement.

The whizzing bullets bombarded the back and mechanical legs of the black mecha group intensively, making an ear-stopping sound of metal cracking, and from time to time it was impossible to distinguish whether it was the warhead or the debris of the mecha metal fragments flying into the sky and shooting to the ground, and the sound of snorting continued.

Black, the mecha surrounded by a circle, did not return fire, did not avoid, just knelt quietly, in sharp contrast to the fierce blows on the body, the smoke and dust stirred up by the high temperature, the shaking and restless street lamps, and the rapid and loud shouts, at this moment, they were like a row of sunken black stone sculptures, with an indescribable solemn beauty.

What the officers and soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division who were firing fiercely could not see was that the black mecha half-kneeling in a garden perfectly used the angle to block the bullets fired from around the street in all directions, and towards the side of the damaged armored car in the center of the inner perimeter, the cockpits of all the mecha had been slowly opened, facing Xu Le, who had just climbed out of the broken mouth of the armored car's roof, it was like countless thrones opening at the same time to welcome the return of the king.

He stood on the armored car, looked at the black mecha in front of him, listened to the rapid and terrifying ballistic sound on the periphery, without the slightest hesitation, the power penetrated into his legs, kicked hard, jumped JL on the left platform of the mecha, like a light smoke jumped again, and directly stepped on the cockpit door opened by the black mecha.

For Xu Le, MX mecha is as familiar as a child brought up by himself, he knows that he will not make mistakes, he knows that as long as he enters the mecha, he can get absolute security, the so-called strong self-confidence of the mecha in his hand, has never faded a little, but when his right foot stepped on the thick mecha cockpit door, his body couldn't help but stiffen. Because there are people in the mech.

A pilot belonging to the Iron Seventh Division looked at him with a pale face, his left hand pressed a button tightly, and his right hand was quickly touching the pistol at his waist, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

This is a diligent and studious pilot, who is in the warehouse tonight to familiarize himself with the third set of melee combat plans of the MX mech, but when he is immersed in the teaching materials that a certain small-eyed officer wrote in the training base back then, the mech that should be quietly on standby suddenly moves.

The inexplicable mech immediately tried to order the MX mech on his body to stop, but he was horrified to find that all his operations had failed, and then he was even more frightened to find that he had no way to communicate with the outside world, and even couldn't turn on the external speaker of the mecha to warn the unaware logistics officers and soldiers!

His eyes widened, and he watched uneasily as his mech drove out of the warehouse, out of the base, and along the military highway toward the city, feeling the strange aura, but there was nothing he could do.

The mecha entered the city, infiltrated the night, and then suddenly attacked, the pilot recognized the armored vehicle unit in front of him as his own division's troops, he panicked and shouted loudly, trying to warn the commander of the unit, but could not let his voice reach the mech, he stood up, panicked and angrily slammed the heavy hatch, but only to reap the result of vain despair.

Watching the attack happen, looking at this black MX mecha that was no longer under his control, it was like suddenly having a soul of his own, and strangely began to attack on his own, the pilot's face was pale and soaked in cold sweat.

The mecha withstood the fierce fire attack, crackling and dull like the rainstorm that could be heard in the wooden house, the machine piece breathed rapidly and looked at the open hatch, looking at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, with a strong will to control the crazy out-of-control mental tendency, his right hand quickly touched the pistol at his waist, and at the same time prepared to press the self-detonation button that had been trembling lightly!

The moment he saw the pale pilot in the cockpit, Xu Le was able to find countless ways to kill the other party, enter the cockpit and truly have control of this iux, and even he was confident that even if the pilot pressed the self-destruct button before he died, he would have full confidence to escape.

The self-detonation program is the outermost program within the mecha's enclosed system, and all automatic systems can't stop it before manual operation, even the great being who exists like a ghost among these dozen black mechs.

Do you want to take a risk? Anyway, Zi Se Er will die, in this short moment, Xu Le may have thought a lot, or maybe he didn't think about anything at all, just acted according to his instincts, flipped back violently, and jumped directly from the cockpit door.

Almost at the same time as his feet stepped on the hard road, the black mecha on the left and right sides waved their heavy mechanical arms at the same time, smashing them into the ground within two meters of his foothold. The hard pavement then cracked and fell.

The officers and soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division on both sides of the street rushed over fearlessly, they knew very well what terrible consequences would be brought if Xu Le was allowed to escape, so they didn't care about the terrifying power of the dozen or so black mechas, almost suicidally holding their guns, passing through those mechanical legs like steel trees, rushing to the center of the small square, and mercilessly sweeping away the smoke and dust in the sky.

I don't know how long it took, but the dull and loud firing finally stopped, and the officers and men of the Iron Seventh Division clenched their guns and nervously waited for the moment when the smoke and dust cleared.

The pavement had caved in, revealing a hole for two people to pass through, but a heavy black)C