Anderson is furious now.
The employer died. Not only will he not get any money from this contract, but he might also be punished.
He didn't expect that the marketing operations manager of West Coast Company would be killed like this. Almost all the people who can serve as managers of the West Coast Company are extraordinary people. They are very talented people. There are not many people who dare to offend the West Coast Company. Regardless of whether they are black or white, they have to sell some face.
But the manager was killed just like that, and his body was dragged in front of him just now. This made Anderson angry but also curious——
Who is the other party?
The heat wave of scalding steam emitted by the boiler quickly engulfed the surrounding area, but for a Level 2 Extraordinary like him, this heat wave could only be regarded as a hotter sauna at best.
Anderson walked up to him, wanting to lift off his visor to see the appearance of the thief in the armor, and by the way, give this guy who had caused trouble for him a painful lesson that he would never forget even if he went to purgatory.
He enjoyed watching the fearful expressions on his prey's face before death. The pure joy reminded him of the feeling of going to the circus in his childhood.
However, Anderson seemed to have expected what he would do, as the opponent's two heavy robotic arms protected his head. Even with the momentum out of the way, Anderson would have a hard time moving it away while being heavily guarded.
But he still had other ways to kill him.
In more than twenty years of mercenary career, Anderson has killed too many people wearing steam-powered armor. These iron shells may seem airtight, but in fact they are full of loopholes:
As long as the source of power is lost, the armor becomes a cage, and the people in the armor will be slaughtered like meat in a can. And the "Thunder" secret text that he is good at happens to be one of the nemesis of these tin cans.
Boom. The electric light in his left fist gradually filled up, and the crackling metal finger hit the heart of the armor with a punch.
When strong current passes through the heart, the current can interfere with the normal rhythm of the heart, causing cardiac arrest in humans. As long as the current is continuously applied, you will not be able to escape death even if you are wearing full armor.
The torso wrapped in steel trembled slightly. Boom, Anderson punched again, and there was a slight sound in the steam mist.
Did other subordinates come to help? Ha...these cowards only dare to belatedly take credit after the situation stabilizes.
He knows the character of most of his subordinates. Unlike people like him who have long regarded killing as a way of life, many people just want to save enough money to find a foreign country to retire in, and are unwilling to work sincerely.
But there was nothing he could do. He couldn't kill everyone who was greedy for life and fearful of death, so he wouldn't have many people under his command. What's more, it would be hard to explain to the leader.
"No need to come here, I can handle it here alone. You go chase the others."
Boom. Anderson punched the breastplate of the dragoon armor again and said coldly. As long as a dozen more punches are given, the internal organs of the opponent will be scorched by the electric current.
Somewhat strangely, after several rounds of torture, the man in the armor remained silent.
Most of the people he killed would beg for mercy, hoping for a chance to survive. Occasionally, out of appreciation, Anderson would show mercy and end the enemy's suffering as soon as possible.
And this thief, whether out of fear or for other reasons, endured the electric torture without saying a word.
What exactly does he want to do? Is there any secret weapon hidden there?
Just when he was slightly distracted by this, suddenly, the world was spinning in front of his eyes, as if a hand lifted him up into the clouds, and then suddenly put him down unexpectedly.
Between light and darkness, Anderson felt nauseated and nauseated, but could not vomit anything.
Finally, the chaotic and painful sense of disorder was over. A patch of blood-red appeared in front of his eyes. Before the blood-red engulfed him, he finally saw clearly the still picture in front of him——
A headless torso knelt on the ground, something familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time.
Where have you seen it? At this moment, he thought eagerly, as if everything else seemed to be unimportant, there was only one thought in his mind: Where on earth have I seen this torso?
Finally, a fragment suddenly appeared in Anderson's mind, and he vaguely remembered this:
Once, he got a new cloak. In order to see how it would look on his back, he used two floor-to-ceiling mirrors to look behind him. The figure at that time was somewhat similar to now.
Is that so...?
He finally smiled in realization, until the consciousness faded and the muscles in his face became cold and stiff.
…
Fortunately, I saved a life...
Ed mobilized his mind, retracted the invisible sickle blade and his own projection, and stood up with all his strength.
Unexpectedly, he encountered an opponent with such rich experience in fighting power armor, and almost fell into trouble. Fortunately, the steam mist emitted by the rupture of the high-pressure steam pipe in the boiler behind him created an excellent projection environment for him... and also allowed the Crystal Sickle to harvest another secondary personality crystal.
Even through a layer of armor, UU reading wｗ. He also heard that many enemies had already surrounded him. But in the thick fog, knowing that the captain was still in the fog and hearing "No need to come over", these mercenaries did not dare to shoot rashly at the fog.
So, under the cover of the steam cloud, Ed dragged the iron shell that had lost power and walked back into the warehouse.
The first thing he did when he returned to the warehouse was to pick up the placed thermite rifle, fire several shots at the iron door of the employee passage, and use the high temperature generated by the thermite to weld the door seam shut.
Afterwards, Ed took off his face mask, leaned against the freezer and gasped for air. This is probably the last time he will wear power armor in his life, and it really doesn't seem to suit him very well.
The advantages of power armor are obvious: powerful protective performance, strength increase, and the ability to use a steam machine gun without mounting an additional boiler - this thing is not light even for a second-level Extraordinary like him to carry.
The disadvantages are also obvious: it is bulky, it is inconvenient to use the weapons he usually uses when wearing it, and it will become a burden after the boiler is damaged.
By the way, I wonder how Bai Ya and the others are doing over there...
