Zheng Yang's figure was suddenly swallowed up by the environment, and finally his eyes were staring at the Imc pilot in front of him, and then his eyes disappeared.
Pilot skills, stealth!
Before Zheng Yang had time to be delighted by his evolved senses, he started to use them unfamiliarly.
Inside the helicopter, all the information in this small space was absorbed by Zheng Yang, including the falling bilge fragments, broken leather, scattered functional fragments, the shaking Nemesis rifle on the side, and the entire seat that was blown up by the impact. ． ．
And the device on this Imc pilot!
I saw the Imc pilot wearing pure black special equipment. He had a colorful watch on his left hand, which seemed to be some kind of device. The right hand is a purely black and steel-like mechanical prosthetic hand. This prosthetic hand is not like an ordinary mechanical prosthetic hand. It is only supported by one or two middle bodies. This prosthetic hand is like an ordinary strong human arm, with There are black "blood vessels" and "bones" in the middle body, which look like some kind of newly developed prosthetic body.
The helmet of this black pilot is spray-painted with the word "IMC" with punk elements.
Zheng Yang directly marked this hand with an extremely dangerous sign.
If he received a punch from this hand, he couldn't imagine whether he would be pierced on the spot.
And the jumping device behind the black pilot was actually shedding its shell. ． ．
Obviously, the initial kinetic energy that allowed the Black Pilot to crash into the helicopter at high speed came from this shed shell.
After becoming invisible, Zheng Yang quickly moved away, observing the black pilot while running along the inner bulkhead of the crumbling helicopter in the high altitude.
"not dead?"
The black pilot suddenly spoke, and his voice was extremely suppressive. A normal person would be able to feel the strong and cold aura coming from the soldier.
He usually didn't talk to his opponents during missions, but this time he was really curious.
He had never seen a time travel bracelet before, so he couldn't figure out what the blue shadow was.
Although the voice was intended to create a suppressive aura, the three pilots present were also players who had seen strong winds and waves. How could they be affected by such a thing?
The moment Anderson returned from the time travel, he crouched down to steady his body, quickly took out the data knife, and swung the data knife towards the black pilot with a very small amplitude and a very short period of swing.
Although a large hole was opened inside the helicopter and the air pressure was unstable, the data knife still flew straight and swiftly towards the black pilot.
"call out!"
The sharp blade sliced through the air, making a sound of breaking through the air!
The black pilot seemed relaxed and casually slapped the data knife away with his mechanical prosthetic hand.
Anderson's pupils constricted.
This time he used all his strength, and the force was so great, combined with the aerodynamic blade of the data knife itself, that it was enough to penetrate the alloy plate!
This is not an exaggeration. After all, the data knife blade is blessed with exclusive technology.
The Black Pilot can be slapped away so easily, which shows the hardness of its mechanical prosthetic hand.
Mike was trying his best to stabilize the helicopter and was unable to move away from the cockpit. At this time, Zheng Yang. ． ．
Has moved behind the black pilot!
In this cabin, Zheng Yang and Anderson formed a cheese sandwich on both sides of the black pilot!
The moment the black pilot slapped away the data knife, a series of fiery snakes suddenly appeared in the air behind him, bullets appeared from the void, and a shuttle hit the black pilot on the back of the neck with incomparable precision.
Behind him, Zheng Yang stepped on the corner of the cabin ceiling, revealing his figure.
Just now he locked onto the black pilot. Except for the exposed mechanical prosthetic hand, the rest of his body was covered by special clothing. And just now Anderson had measured the hardness of this mechanical prosthetic body.
Re-45's light bullets cannot penetrate this mechanical prosthetic body.
Assuming that this exposed mechanical prosthetic body is a tactical deception, let's make the most dangerous assumption first. This pilot is a mechanical pilot with extremely high hardness.
So back to reality, no matter whether this black pilot is a physical body or a full-body machine, the back of his neck is his vital point!
The first five bullets hit the black pilot's back of the neck, and were subsequently covered by his quick-response mechanical prosthetic hand.
When the bullet met the black pilot's neck, sparks flew out. ． ．
Is it really a pilot? !
Zheng Yang couldn't help but curse secretly.
"unlucky!"
The one who said the same thing was Anderson, who had already stepped forward and kicked the black pilot.
He also saw Zheng Yang's test. If it was a mechanical pilot, even with the blessing of the jumping device's flames, his kick could only barely push it back a few meters.
In the flash of lightning about to be kicked, Anderson suddenly felt something was wrong!
Why is he still standing there! Even an ordinary pilot can react and avoid the vital point at this time!
Anderson aimed his kick at the vital point!
No, no, no, no, no. ． ． ． ． ．
Even though the black pilot's helmet was pitch black, Anderson could feel it from his stance and movements. ． ．
Mockery!
Oppression from those in power.
A kind of toy played by a hunter after he has perfect control over his prey!
It's a feeling Anderson is all too familiar with, having experienced it often.
But that was when he was a hunter, and now the identities of hunter and prey have been swapped!
Anderson suddenly felt a mountain of pressure.
He kicked the black pilot in the chest, but he didn't move at all.
The jumping device behind it twisted the flame port the moment the black pilot's chest received kinetic energy, and counteracted the kinetic energy in the opposite direction.
This made the black pilot motionless.
But these two kinetic energies were offset within the black pilot's chest. Let alone a normal pilot, the normal pilot would have had his internal organs shattered and died in battle.
But looking at the black pilot's stance, he still looks so relaxed. ． ．
The black pilot suddenly grabbed Anderson's foot and picked it up.
What a tough physical quality this is.
Just when the thought of sighing came to Anderson's mind after being lifted up, a sound of breaking wind came from the side.
Zheng Yang didn't care whether you were tough or not, Leng Tou Qing spun his waist in the air, cut through the smoke with his whip leg, and hit the black pilot's helmet.
"Eat my father's leg!"
The black pilot's head was tilted sideways by Zheng Yang's whip, but only sideways.
Immediately, the mechanical prosthetic hand suddenly grabbed Zheng Yang's calf in the air.
The black pilot held a leg in each hand, swung his arms and smashed the bottom of the cabin hard!
Inside the helmets, Anderson and Zheng Yang's pupils dilated for a moment, and they vomited blood.
"It's interesting. His physical fitness is strong, his physical skills are also passable, and his fighting ability is among the best." The black pilot grabbed Zheng Yang's neck and lifted it up, taking off his helmet, observing and evaluating curiously.
Seeing the shock in Zheng Yang's eyes, the black pilot casually kicked Anderson off the helicopter while he was lying on the ground.
Zheng Yang, who was watching the whole process, looked at Anderson who fell from high in the air, his eyes became even more angry, and he frantically pulled at the black pilot's mechanical prosthetic hand with both hands.
But Zheng Yang was hit hard by the force just now, an organ in his body was shattered, several bones were directly cracked, and the muscle fibers lost their activity in a short time and could not be activated.
"It's a pity that the equipment is not very good."
The black pilot smiled as he watched Zheng Yang, whose eyes were gradually filled with bloodshot eyes, struggling with all kinds of anti-body locking techniques.
"Boy, how about joining Imc? The current Pilot Control Division invites you."
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ps: Hehe
