Chapter 393 Aggrieved Cole

"It smells so good..."

"Is this the legendary delicacy from China? It really lives up to its reputation..."

"Shit! How big is this guy's space props? It's not enough to put so many weapons and equipment, but he can even bring so much food."

On the ground floor of the fortress hall of the Lakanishu fortress, Cole, the only remaining black man of the Neragua team, quietly peeped at the outside world, spitting and cursing inwardly while drooling.

Lin Yu's guess about his ability was actually a bit right. His ability is not purely to escape from the ground, but to open up a special space like a bubble on the ground for people to live in. If other people stay in the underground bubble There are also issues such as oxygen to be considered inside, but he himself can directly absorb air through the thick soil and even monitor the outside world, and his sight can also penetrate walls made of stone and soil.

Because of this, he's great at stealth, assassination, surveillance, etc., but occasionally the effect can be a little annoying.

Just like now... Xiang! It is so fragrant!

Huaxia cuisine is already well-known, not to mention all kinds of carefully prepared fast-heating Huaxia food, the super-large self-heating hot pot surrounded by people at the table is simply deadly, the unique spicy taste is matched with some unknown spices. It directly stimulated people's taste buds, causing the saliva to be secreted involuntarily and crazily, coupled with his stomach growling from hunger without eating food, now he couldn't help but jump out and risk his life to grab a bite.

God knows how big this broken prop master's backpack is to stuff so many messy things with him. Like most of the teams, they only thought that the finals were a ring, at least in the city, and they didn't prepare any food and clothing at all, even if they had Space-saving portable food such as compressed dry rations and army rations, after all, not everyone has space props, how can they be so extravagant that they pay attention to taste, and at most they will be temporary hunting and tooth-fighting festivals at that time.

But now it is impossible for him to satisfy his hunger even if he wants to beat the tooth festival. The perverted arms maniac, the prop master, has already used all kinds of automatic weapons to make the whole fortress tight, but his ability also has a flaw, that is, it is difficult to move. After all, he This kind of ability is not really walking through the ground, it's just opening up a special shelter. It's better to call it a shelter than a shelter. If you want to move, you have to open up spaces one by one. Must be squeezed dry.

"Or it's better to commit suicide and join Malkan and the others, anyway, there is still one more chance..."

The scent is getting more and more alluring, and it's a dead end now, so Cole can't stand it any longer. He muttered in his mouth, but he was still not reconciled after all, and tentatively and cautiously popped his head out of the ground.

Kaka!

A series of dense guns loaded and loaded instantly sounded.

As soon as the black Cole's head poked out of the top of his head, half of his eyes were exposed, the teams of robots patrolling around suddenly turned around, and densely packed guns were aimed directly at his head.

The most common of these firearms is a Gatling with a strange shape, and the technology team, as one of the top teams, has also studied intelligence, and he happens to know this kind of firearm—Metal Storm!

The moment he recognized the guns in the hands of these robots, Cole's scalp exploded.

When I just read the information, I was shocked by the exaggerated rate of fire of these things in advance. It can be said to be very impressive. Although these robots are not as exaggerated as prop masters who have space and equipment with hundreds of thousands of ammunition, they can shoot out Tens of thousands of bullets are still possible. There are at least a dozen of them present, and they are fast enough to bury him alive.

boom!

The Type II defense robot will not have any extra lag. Adhering to the guard order issued by the master, the trigger of the gun in the hand is pulled as soon as it finds other creatures. It is also connected with the sound of the Gatling barrel turning, turning into a unique low-pitched roar similar to the bee's wings.

Clap clap clap clap!

There is a special cooperation program between the defense robots. All Rangers armed with Metal Storm are not brainless bombers, but rely on the powerful firepower of Metal Storm to suppress cross coverage and divide into several groups to shoot alternately.

The stone ground was torn off layer by layer by the bullets, like obsidian after being struck, slices were splashed around like thin slices, and the entire front hall of the fortress hall formed a stream of bullets and stone. A storm torrent of debris.

It lasted for more than ten seconds, and the roar of the gunfire stopped abruptly because the target disappeared. The wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the entire ground was plowed to a thick layer. The layer is a special concave surface inlaid by bullets.

"Shet! Falk! Shit!"

"This lunatic, do you want to bring so much firepower? Is he ready to fight at any time?"

"Milijian dared to let such a lunatic enter the country to participate in the so-called competition. Is it me or the world?"

Perfectly interpreting what a turtle with a shrunken head is, the moment Cole raised his head and saw the gun, he shivered and subconsciously retracted into the underground space again, angrily, and vented his thrill and inner depression just now with curses.

He doesn't have the confidence to carry the terrifying firepower just now. The Awakened is not a systematic profession. Not everyone can resist bullets or master the ability to defend. Even those who can participate in the finals basically have a good body. Strengthening and equipment support, but the firepower of the metal storm is probably only barely able to resist the physical awakened ones. If it wasn't for the training he has undergone since childhood and his experience as a mercenary that made him respond in a timely manner, he might have been killed on the spot. It was smashed to pieces.

"No! Even if I die, I have to be a full ghost."

After scolding angrily for a while, Cole, who managed to recover, felt ruthless. He looked through the front hall of the fortress and looked at the technology team who were having dinner and hot pot in the backyard.

The robots arranged by the prop master have already been caught in the urn. It is impossible to escape this damn fortress safely. The only result is to use the game mechanism to die once a chance of resurrection.

But death is as light as a feather... No, death sooner or later is death, if this is the case, then we have to fight for some benefits.

So he decided to... rob him!

After estimating the distance, the ruthless Cole finally recovered his dark energy to activate his ability, and opened up a special underground space in the direction of the backyard.

It just so happens that this fortress is clearly a Chinese-style courtyard structure, and the restaurant for dining is the main hall in the backyard, which is not far from the front hall. Er ran away, and actually rushed to the table and raised his hand to grab it. Before he could see what it was, he frantically stuffed it into his mouth.

Damn, I failed to catch up again.

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