One of the armed terrorists did not pick up the gun in his hand and shoot indiscriminately, which was very clear to them.
Although the weapons they hold are very powerful, they can only work on humans. As for these iron lumps, they are of no use at all.
The reason why they carry these useless guys is just to hide their eyes from others.
And the jars the size of eggs hidden in everyone's arms are their real trump card.
"Use it sparingly, I don't know how big it is inside!"
Seeing one of his subordinates step forward and start taking something out of his arms, a strong man wearing sunglasses and covering his face tightly reminded him.
"I know! Boss, I've long wanted to try what it would be like to get rid of these nasty iron lumps in one fell swoop. Today I finally have the opportunity to practice it."
The man looked very excited. After receiving the order from his elder brother, he immediately jumped out and stood at the front. At some point, he had a round jar the size of an egg in his hand. It looked like It's almost like a mini beverage can.
The man bit off a pull tab and threw the can directly into the area where the robots were most densely gathered. Then he took out an ancient-looking firearm and aimed it.
It didn't launch, as if it was waiting for something.
Bang!
After a small noise, the man immediately became excited. He was obviously very close to the "grenade" he threw, but the explosion did not cause any harm to him. It only ignited the fanaticism deep in his heart. .
However, this weapon is deadly to the robots on the opposite side.
Magnetic grenade.
This purely mechanical weapon can be said to be the natural enemy of all electronic devices. As early as the beginning of civilization, the production and manufacture of such weapons was explicitly prohibited because it would cause huge damage to the master brain equipment.
Decades have passed, and it seems that everyone has forgotten this special weapon invented and manufactured by humans that can cause all electronic equipment to malfunction instantly.
Just a magnetic storm grenade exploded in the crowd, affecting at least ten robots.
The robots, who were still moving like they didn't recognize their relatives, stopped in an instant, lowered their heads, and tried to find something from their workstations.
Upon seeing this, the leader of the men in sunglasses shouted.
"Fire! Don't give them any chance!"
As his words fell, ammunition ejected from all the terrorists' weapons.
It's just that it's not a common bullet, but a pungent-smelling liquid.
This is a mineral resource unique to Blue Star. It is usually used as a supplement of energy. It is not considered a contraband, because this liquid energy will not cause any damage to the master brain, nor will it cause any harm to the robot. harm.
The machine heat army in the hall, which originally seemed a little panicked, had just come into contact with this inexplicable liquid. After being panicked for a while, they immediately reacted and took steps forward again, trying to attack the human formation.
Regardless of the number of people or the strength of defense, the robot army believes that it is much stronger than the ragtag group of humans.
And all of this was within the expectations of the people behind the scenes.
Seeing this, he showed a mysterious smile and gave the second order.
"Everyone is here. Shoot freely until they are killed. At the same time, maintain a good formation and advance steadily. I want you to occupy the hall first and then advance downwards!"
"receive!"
The armed men who received the order became obviously excited. After ruthlessly discarding the weapons they had just held in their hands, everyone took out something from their arms.
Then, keeping the same action, he lit it and threw it on the floor of the hall that was already covered in liquid.
The person who took action first smiled triumphantly.
"These brainless irons obviously don't know that any liquid that can be used as energy will release energy in an instant under certain conditions. All we have to do is provide a favorable environment."
Before he finished speaking, waves of scorching hot air came overwhelmingly. The terrorists who had been well prepared had already brought their heat-insulating equipment, wrapped themselves tightly, and stared at the group of people trying to rush over like they were watching a show. army of robots.
Then I saw that the robots, which at worst were made of alloy, were melted like chocolate. Suddenly, the entire hall was filled with the smell of burnt metal.
"Sure enough, this group of robots with only basic functions are not equipped with an intelligent feedback system, that's right! If even this group of wastes had it, then there really would be no need to fight this battle!"
"Boss, what should we do now? Continue?"
The leader at the scene, the man in sunglasses, asked the commander for his opinion.
"Of course, continue, the opportunity cannot be missed. Now 00A is focusing most of its computing power on finding S. It is our opportunity. You lead a team of sharp knives to charge, and the others can work steadily and steadily. Be sure to clear all rooms. It’s occupied, even if you miss one room! Do you understand?”
"Okay! Don't worry, just do it!"
The man in sunglasses slapped his thigh and shouted while waving his tattooed arms.
"That so and so, so and so, come over to the labor force, hey! What are you doing? Take it in, take it in, take it in, what a stinky problem, it's working!"
Seeing a group of men snatching away the sizzling robot parts, the face of the man in sunglasses turned green, red and white.
There is no way, they are all poor and scared people.
You must know that in their place, anything that is attached to the robot, even if it is just some useless parts and fragments, can be sold for money.
"Hey, boss, I can't stop it for a moment! Professional habits, professional habits..."
A skinny, monkey-like man touched his head and said sorry, but his eyes kept staring at the scattered debris on the ground. The colors blooming in his eyes were all about money. color.
This can all be sold for money!
"Go away! Look at your potential, we are here to do big business, put it down, there are a lot of valuable things in it!"
The man in sunglasses gave the thin man an angry slap on the back of his head and waved his hand.
"Come with me when everyone is here!"
"Captain, where are we going?"
A burly man who looked like a veteran had not joined their looting from the beginning. He just stood motionless beside the man in sunglasses. He heard his boss speak, so he asked.
"Don't ask so many questions, just follow along. Remember, look more, help more, and talk less. Don't worry, we have the situation under control now, but it won't be that simple when we get down there."
"You mean there's still danger down there?"
The strong man asked with a solemn expression.
He knew very well what kind of strength the man in sunglasses, his former captain, had.
Even if the other party says there is danger, then it will definitely not be simple. If this is the case, then you really need to be vigilant.
Just when he made up his mind to go first, he saw the man in sunglasses shaking his head and motioning for him to come back.
"Don't go in front. Someone else... Well, it's just you. You'll be the first one later. The road down there is difficult. He's too big to fit."
The man in sunglasses directly stopped the strong man's move and made an action that he didn't realize.
"What danger will there be..." Seeing this, the strong teammate fell into deep thought.
Just now, my captain gave me a lot of looks.
Those are special marking gestures used when serving in the special forces.
Only he and a few acquaintances in this team can understand.
But this was what he didn't understand.
This action seemed reckless, but in fact, after receiving complete preparations from the "investors" in advance, they did not think that this would be a very difficult combat mission.
You must know that the investor only prepared the "weapons and ammunition" in advance, as well as the relevant staffing, and the specific implementation of the plan, all of which were perfectly arranged.
Even the start time of the mission was perfectly arranged.
In the heart of the strong man, this was no less than a well-designed A-level armed raid mission.
In terms of levels, A-level raid missions are enough to occupy the most important core areas of the city.
But looking at the captain's eyes that didn't become relaxed, the strong man vaguely felt something unusual.
What could it be? Here below.
