Chapter 495 Fanatical Warfighters

In a remote place not far from the military base, a figure suddenly emerged from the ground.

Anyang clenched his five fingers into a fist, and the light ball in his hand disappeared out of thin air.

It is said that it is a ion fusion bomb, but it is actually just a variant of the light-generating technique. A slight change in the spell's structure makes the scattered light particles gather together into a ball, which becomes this magical ball of light. .

Anyang turned his head and glanced at the base lightly, still on alert, and he couldn't see what happened inside from the outside.

Turn around and hide in the crowd.

...

Walking on the bustling streets of the American Empire, he did not use illusions to change his appearance.

At this time, the United States has not used the technology of Cybertron to develop technology, nor has it had time to establish a global ubiquitous surveillance network for the Decepticons members, no less than two years later, now he does not need to worry about walking on the street. Monitoring finds.

The old-fashioned street has a sense of time, and it feels subtle to walk in it.

Cars come and go, the flow of people is fast, but it is generally very quiet, only the whistling sound of the wind and the friction of the tires and the ground brought by the speed of the vehicle on the road, but no one can hear anyone talking loudly. Although the buildings on both sides are tall, they are also old-fashioned. They are not comparable to the strong modern architectural style of metropolises like New York or newly-built cities in China, but they have a different feeling.

Compared with the domestic, this is undoubtedly another culture.

To say it, it is probably the transition between civilizations. Now the average level of science and technology in the United States is no worse than the actual domestic level, and in terms of development, it is far more developed than the domestic one, but most of these buildings were built decades ago. Mottled, there is a sense of interlacing between centuries, which is a style that is difficult to appreciate in a country where the development speed is too fast.

Anyang has always believed that experience and walking, passing and experiencing, are all a kind of cultivation.

The aroma of fast food restaurants and the sweet and glutinous fragrance of roasted sweet potatoes on the street can be heard in the distance. Barbie dolls, plush toys and cartoon characters of certain comic characters are neatly placed in the window, which often attracts many well-dressed children. .

Anyang goes all the way, through the city, towards the suburbs.

Because he needed to study the energy body and repair the damaged armor, and there were also some problems with spells and magic recently, he decided not to go to Optimus Prime for the time being, but to find a place to rest for a while, and then start to promote the plot.

He did not drive, nor did he walk too fast, but kept walking at a relatively gentle pace.

This walk is half a day.

When Anyang came to the suburbs, it was already dusk.

There are few pedestrians on the road, only young people of 18 or 19 years old are driving cars on the road. The whole car is full of people. The young men and women wave their hands and sing loudly against the wind. cry.

The crooked nuts of this age are indeed better at playing than the Chinese.

The road is quite narrow, and Anyang stood calmly by the side of the road, making way for the young men and women who were driving.

It can be seen that although they are well developed, boys are generally tall and big, with a lot of stubble, and girls are bumpy, showing hot figures, but in fact they are still children, they should not have gone to college yet, and their mentality is very young. wanton.

A car passed him, bringing the cool breeze of the approaching night.

As he moved forward step by step, his mood gradually returned to indifference, and the smell of blood left on his body quietly disappeared.

The dusk of the American village is very beautiful. The endless flat fields, the exotic roadside houses, the winding roads don’t know where to go, the sky is like fire clouds, the sunset hangs close to the horizon, and the golden red light shines on Every bit of color is just right in this land of sporadic oak trees.

Anyang stood indifferently on the side of the road, looking at the distance where the light became less and less, and let go a car whizzing by the side of the road.

But the car did not arrive as expected, but stopped ten meters behind him.

Anyang turned his head to look, his eyes were deep and calm.

This is a mountain off-road vehicle without a roof. It is the favorite model of boys and girls of the rebellious age. It is indeed filled with a whole car of girls, far exceeding the limit of the number of off-road vehicles. These girls are all hot figures, wearing ultra-short jeans and tight body shirts, with flying smiles and wanton chatting and laughing.

The car stopped here because a girl had arrived home.

This girl looks sweet and lovely, and her demeanor seems to be naturally pitiful. Her lips are painted with rose red lipstick, and she looks like a jelly-like water, which makes people want to bite hard. Her figure is also very hot and slender, her legs are slender and well-proportioned, her well-developed breasts are high, her skin is a healthy wheat color, and she carries a small schoolbag on her back.

She got out of the car, took two steps, turned back, and waved goodbye to her friends with a generous smile.

"After these exams are over, high school life will officially end. By then, you must tan your skin and get drunk in a bar! It's better to mute your phone so that no one can disturb you!"

"yeah!"

The wantonness of youth is on full display.

Anyang lightly retracted his gaze and walked forward.

The girl who got out of the car picked up a letter from the mailbox on the side of the road and walked along another path. Slowed down, driving almost side by side with him.

The girls in the car pushed me, and finally a more seductive girl opened her mouth.

"Hi dude, are you Asian?"

Faced with this group of girls who were full of energy and couldn't find a place to vent, Anyang was not angry, as if he was not the one who killed dozens of heavily armed special forces in a fit of rage, and he didn't know where to go. where.

He said lightly, "Yes."

There was a roaring scream in the car.

A girl whistled at him and said, "Handsome guy, I like your oriental eyes very much. There is a bar called Liberty Flame in the town ahead. Can you buy me a glass of whisky?"

The couple next to her immediately teased and said, "Susan, aren't brown eyes the most common color in the world? The nerd next door to you is also brown. Why haven't I heard that you like him?"

As soon as the girl blushed, she fought with her: "It's not brown, it's black, black!"

Anyang looked at it lightly and didn't say much.

Those eyes looked very deep in the increasingly dim sky, but they reflected the remnants of the red sunset sky light. The expression as pale as water and the very young face gave people a contradictory, yet mysterious feeling.

The girl in the car was making trouble for a while, and realizing that there was a stranger watching, she couldn't help but stop her hand with a blushing face, pulled her tight shirt, and turned her eyes on him again.

"Hey, handsome, how are you thinking about it, do you want to invite me for a drink, or I can invite you, there are benefits!"

"It's my honor, but I'd like to ask, do you have a place to live recently?"

"I know where there is accommodation, whether it's a hotel or a rental house, do you need us to take you for a ride?"

"convenient?"

"certainly."

"Thank you very much."

Anyang got into the car generously and huddled with them.

There was still laughter and laughter on the road, the off-road vehicle was playing loud rock music, and the girls in the car sang collectively, stopping from time to time to chat and laugh with him, ask him some questions, and have fun.

It was getting dark, and we finally reached the town ahead.

Anyang invited them all to have a drink at the bar before leaving.

in the room.

Anyang took out a lot of parts and some necessary tools. Next to him was a humanoid armor that fit perfectly. He couldn't find any gaps in his body. He stood quietly, and he couldn't see that the armor was empty. .

"Seventeen, call up the armor design drawings, analyze and establish a maintenance model."

"The model is being built, the damage scan is in progress, and the repair analysis is in progress. It is expected that the template creation will be completed in ten minutes."

ten minutes later.

"The template was established successfully. The damage degree of the armor is 23.47%. There is a lack of nano equipment, and some damaged parts are difficult to repair. Some of the damaged parts are missing, and some damaged parts cannot be replaced. Other damaged parts can be replaced. The template is as follows."

A detailed perspective view of the three-dimensional armor is projected on Anyang's retina. Various colors indicate the damaged parts. At the same time, the replaceable and non-replaceable parts are clearly displayed, and there are countless characters staring next to them.

Soon, he set about repairing it.

Anyang did not use the chip to guide the steps, but replaced it by himself.

He didn't stop until midnight.

You're done!

Although there are still several parts of the armor in a damaged state, at least the approximate function can be used. The auxiliary thrusters, environmental scanning equipment and infrared scanning equipment have been basically restored and will continue to be used in the near future.

Anyang breathed a sigh of relief and found that he was not sleepy, so he took out his energy body again.

He searched in the room, took the DVD player in front of the TV, and took a shot with the energy body on it.

"Zi..."

A mysterious force surged out, just getting into the DVD player.

He instantly felt that the DVD player began to be filled with a kind of energy, which was like the rune on the puppet, turning it from a dead thing into a living thing, giving it programs and energy, allowing it to possess life.

With a few clicks, the DVD player was instantly deformed.

Anyang hurriedly recited a spell and cast an internal defense spell around him.

In less than two seconds, the DVD player turned into a robot about half a meter high, with a few metal hairs growing on its head. The first moment it woke up, it raised its hand and turned into a cannon the size of a baby's arm. Aim for the front is a shot.

"boom!"

The scarlet cannonball dragged the flame forward, hitting the defensive spell, creating a circle of ripples.

The robot was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered, and aimed the muzzle at Anyang, completely a fanatical fighter.

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