Chapter 2012 Who Is the Fake

In the deepest crack in the northwest region of the Great Rift Valley, the turbulent water flow forms one vortex after another. In the center of one vortex, a light mecha is constantly rotating with the current. Getting entangled in currents and hurricanes is difficult to get rid of.

The floating mecha is like a drowning person who is unable to save himself.

Mo Ye stood sideways in the crevice of the rock wall of the rift valley. From this angle, she could clearly observe the struggle of the mecha in the water.

The visual distance is less than 150 meters, which also means that if necessary, a short-range attack is enough to deal a fatal blow to the mecha.

Mo Ye glanced at the frozen corpse in the silver uniform, and Xiaoqi scanned the other person's body up and down, not even letting go of the hair on the thumb.

If Mercury 7, with only a layer of human skin and an empty shell, was not supported by ice, it should have flowed straight down by now, sank to the bottom of the valley or drifted somewhere.

Mo Ye just used space magic to send some of the hurricane from the Great Rift Valley into the opponent's body, but he didn't expect such a magical effect.

The spontaneous and precise control of the Son of the Wind is really amazing.

"Master, this person's communication device has been locked and self-destructed, and the data cannot be recovered."

This is to be expected.

Mo Ye waited for Xiao Hei to bring some unexpected little surprises.

Xiao Hei shook his head, apparently did not get any valuable information.

"Master, the mech is mechanically malfunctioning, its interior has stopped functioning, the temperature in the cockpit is rising rapidly, and the life index of the teacher is declining."

Xiao Qi interrupted the communication between Mo Ye and Xiao Hei.

The more it rotates downward, the higher the temperature of the water flow. When the temperature control device fails, the high temperature of the water flow combined with high-speed rotation and frictional heating will make the soldiers stuffed in the mecha become meat balls that are about to boil. The human skin buns are almost done.

Captain Perry, the quasi-holy-level soldier of the Freedom Resistance Army and the leader of the Mecha Special Forces team, wanted to activate the ejection button, but he couldn't trigger it successfully.

He was about to die, such a thought made people desperate, and what was even more desperate was that he had just entered the battlefield and hadn't had time to participate in the battle of the main force.

Just when the eyes were about to close, the water flow was suddenly cut off, the hot temperature suddenly dropped, and the coolness hit.

The heavy body was pulled up at once.

Mo Ye transferred people out of the malfunctioning mecha, and the sweat-soaked soldiers were like dough just pulled out of a pot, wet and wrinkled.

At the same time as saving people, Mo Ye took the empire's pursuers by chance.

The unmanned fighter plane tried to escape and accelerated upward with all its strength, but it was too fast and directly hit the hurricane, smashed to pieces, and died!

The captain's first words after being rescued were, "There are still people, there are still people in the water, they were dragged down."

Mo Ye used the wind to pull the masters under his control. He probed downward with his mental power, and saw two mechas and fighter planes that had been pulled down by the vortex of water. sink.

It was not only Mo Ye who found the two mechas, but also another person in mercury combat uniform.

This person's appearance was very sudden. Before that, Mo Ye hadn't noticed the sudden fluctuation of mental power.

The ice element and the water element are linked, and the effect is surprisingly good.

Team Mercury lost another member.

He died so quickly, as if he appeared just to die at this moment, Mo Ye

Two mechas were salvaged out of the water at the same time.

On a platform above the water level of the rock wall of the rift valley, Mo Ye temporarily placed the rescued people here to rest for a while.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the bottom of the platform, where the turbulent water roared past, and the water splashed and slapped on the stone wall.

The captain got up and gave a standard military salute, "Your Excellency Mo Ye?"

"Um"

Captain Perry was surprised when he heard Mo Ye's response, "Your Excellency Mo Ye, thank you for your help."

The other two rescued teachers woke up one after another,

Although it was a pleasant surprise to meet Mo Ye, it did not dilute their grief of losing their comrades in arms.

"Your Excellency Mo Ye, I...we..."

The captain looked at Mo Ye and finally said, "I have a heartfelt request."

"Then stop talking."

Everyone "..."

The prologue was directly shot down, wouldn't that be a bit too——

The captain smiled wryly, the beard that had been scalded and curled by the high temperature sticking to his face could not conceal the disappointment on his face.

At this time, the positions of several people are not far from the wind tunnel, which is in the water directly below.

Mo Ye arranged the wounded and did not leave in a hurry, but walked to the other side and sat down. He closed his eyes and thought about it. Cassmiller was a teleporter, so what is the relationship with the rune tablet star map?

Mo Ye's expression of unwillingness to say more was very obvious. Although Captain Perry was concerned about the development of the next battle and eagerly hoped to return to the ground quickly and join the battlefield, he could only wait helplessly and honestly. At least he had to wait. Focus on physical recovery and wound healing.

"Sir, is this really Your Excellency Mo Ye?" The seriously injured soldier asked in a low voice, "She looks very young."

"It's right to look young, she is the youngest space sage of the Star Alliance." The captain recalled that Mo Ye seemed to be underage in the legend, and looked at Mo Ye who closed his eyes and said nothing.

Mo Ye didn't intend to send them away, but he didn't say to let them leave on their own. There was no follow-up after placing people here. The captain was not sure what Mo Ye meant.

They could only temporarily sit on the edge of the platform to rest and wait.

The captain sighed and patted the injured soldier's arm, "Let's rest for a while, you're seriously injured, we'll find a way to climb up later."

Mo Ye just sat and waited for a while, his mental strength lost, and his observation eyes brought everything within a few kilometers into the detection range.

The time ticked away like a second and a second, like a stream of water, and three minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

"Don't make a move yet?" Mo Ye's lazy and cold voice suddenly sounded, and his tone was a little impatient.

Before waiting for a few soldiers to answer, Mo Ye asked again, "Are you waiting for an action order?"

"Then you are definitely not the team leader."

The three Freedom Resistance Army fighters in front of them looked at Mo Ye in a daze.

"Your Excellency Mo Ye, I don't understand what you are talking about?"

Mo Ye opened his eyes and frowned into small mountains, his eyes swept over the three people opposite him, "I can't see which of you three is the fake rebel, what should I do?"

The captain's expression changed completely, and he stood up all of a sudden, no longer concerned about the injuries on his body. "Your Excellency, what do you mean?" The captain was not stupid, and his gaze fell on the soldier beside him.

Mo Ye, this is not a hint, this is an explicit indication.

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