The previous wave of beheading missiles was reimbursed, reimbursing the final counterattack ability of the wasteland warriors.

The veteran soldier in charge was blown off his arm and was dragged back to the bunker by the young man who transported the wounded from a half-buried place. The two of them were also covered in dust.

The old soldier supported himself and raised his head.

As the yellow and sandstorms spread, the distant sandstorm had rushed into this area, making the light clear, but you could still vaguely see that a second missile popped up in the weapon cabin of the hunter in the distance.

The red ones are not painted, but there are already rust.

It's like an ancient collection.

This missile has been a long-time outdated weapon.

But it has great destructive power. If it is launched again, at this distance, it will definitely destroy everyone present, along with the temple ruins that this black hand will finally find.

The old soldier looked back and saw that Su was still rescuing the wounded. The fire point of the heavy machine gun that had been firing before also stopped and there was no fire support.

He gritted his teeth and pulled off his turban, revealing his messy beard and withered cheeks.

Through chip control, the internal body circulatory system is turned off.

Squeeze more computing power in the personal fire control system. In the prosthesis of the left eye, the aura of the aiming is moved, constantly calculate the direction, and finally lock the target.

He took out two plasma grenades from his back, took a deep breath, jumped out of the bombed bunker, activated the overclocking mode of his legs, and limped towards the hunter.

You must kill the missile before it is launched!

Otherwise, the hope that our brothers and everyone has been seeking will be destroyed here.

Of course, such suicide attacks will make you die.

But living in this hopeless world, learning from others to ignore the devastated reality and immerse yourself in false pleasures and decadence.

What is the difference between such a life and death?

If there is hope in this world, then leave it to those who have always believed in themselves!

But even if you are determined to die, the road to death is full of surprises.

Before the leader could break out of the cover, the six guns on the robot's left arm began to suppress and shoot in this direction as if they were ahead of their predecessors.

The crazy-firing bullets broke the stone pillars of the bunker, smashed the stone slabs, and pressed the newly emerging warrior back.

The young man in the rear carried three wounded people and moved to the rear.

He moves powerful and fast, and has great courage, but when he turns back in the second round, he is hit by a bullet and his entire arm explodes. He is also bombarded by the impact force.

A few seconds later, the dizzy wasteland warrior, the black-haired Su shook his head, dragged his broken arm, and got up from the sand pit.

He was anxious to support the leader, but he was hit by strong electromagnetic shock before, causing problems with his brain chip and prosthesis in his body, and he was shaking like he was drunk.

The left arm prosthesis body was destroyed again, causing him to lose balance.

He fell down as soon as he got up, lying on the scorching ground in a mess, with wind and sand all around him. Then, he saw a foot appearing in front of him.

A pair of weird ragged cloth shoes with rough patches, probably no one on the wasteland would wear this kind of thing.

Su raised his head, and in the wind and sand in front of him, a strange guy with his head wrapped around him was squatting down beside him. The guy picked up his electromagnetic heavy sniper from his side.

He seemed to be injured, with blood oozing from his arms, but he was wearing a weird shabby long gown, and his head was like a wasteland warrior, wrapping his head with a cloth towel to cover his mouth and nose.

Only a pair of black and white eyes were revealed.

The exposed cheeks were a little too white.

Not very much like a wastelander.

Jiang Xia also turned around and looked at Su who was trying hard to get up.

His eyes looked up and down the young man, and Jiang Xia was very interested in the mechanical prosthesis body that was obviously not flesh and blood on Su.

But now, it's not the time to ask about this.

He looked at the "gun" in his hand.

This thing is very similar to the guns in Jiang Xia's memory. It has a handle, trigger, and handrail, but it does not have a barrel in the traditional sense.

Instead, there are three silver guides that extend outward and split,

At the rear end of the guide rail, there is also an electromagnetically excited coil device.

It's very similar to the miniature version of the ultra-large test model electromagnetic gun that Jiang Xia has seen several times, but it does not exceed Jiang Xia's understanding of guns.

He fiddled with this thing as if he was decent.

But I tried it a few times but couldn't launch it.

Obviously, this thing has some design similar to an identity lock.

"Young man, come and do a favor."

He raised the silver-white, painted fancy electromagnetic heavy sniper in his hand, and said something to Su, and pulled the semi-paralyzed Su out of the pit without saying anything.

Put his hands on the grip and trigger of the electromagnetic gun.

The next moment, as Jiang Xia skillfully pulled the safety, the sci-fi heavy sniper coil began to discharge and charge, and a triangular ammunition was also ejected from the ammunition compartment and placed on the guide rail.

"Thank you."

Jiang Xia said something.

The next moment, as Su Huan was staring blankly, Jiang Xia moved her body outward, pressing against the dust and smoke in front of her, completely ignoring the robot's suppressed shooting.

In this deadly rain of bullets, this strange man seemed to be crazy. After walking away from him for more than ten steps, he did not make any defense at all, and stood up carelessly.

Bullets were flying around, but Jiang Xia didn't care.

He fired in a combat posture and leisurely put the electromagnetic heavy sniper on his hands and put the butt on his shoulders.

A familiar feeling came to my mind again.

Everything is under control.

The very smart sight in front of me locked the rusty red painted robot in the rolling sand and dust in front of me with a fast-puncturing triangle cursor.

"Bang"

The launch of the electromagnetic gun only has a subtle surge.

With the sound of a gunshot from Jiang Xia's own voice, the cold trigger was pulled.

3 milliseconds.

The current of the mega-amp level pours into the acceleration rail from the coil.

The triangular projectile is given the kinetic energy converted from the energy starting from 5 megajoules in the super electromagnetic field that spreads on the guide rail.

Super kinetic energy brings super destructive power.

The moment Jiang Xia pulled the trigger, without delay, and under the astonished gaze of the leader who had already charged to death, a fire suddenly appeared on the waist and abdomen of the hunter robot more than three meters high in front of him.

It was like an invisible fist, and in this moment it accurately pierced the hunter's energy shell.

Punch its main battery pack in one shot.

The safety insurance device was then activated, and the robot control system was immediately offline, and the energy supply was cut off, avoiding the big explosion. The missile launcher behind it lost energy in the last breath and stopped.

The fire extinguishing device was activated, and white smoke instantly enveloped the robot.

The sandstorm is getting worse and worse.

But after that loud bang, the entire sand seemed to be completely quiet, and there was no sound of ammunition roaring, and even the wind and sand were sweeping pure.

It was like the decisive battle just now, just a dream.

As the wind and sand were pouring, the old soldier turned around, holding the plasma grenade that had already been turned on. He looked back and there was a guy next to Su who had never seen before.

The guy tilted his head and was taking the electromagnetic heavy sniper out of his hand.

He was covered in a headscarf and could not see his expression, but from those black and white eyes, he could clearly see a trace of curiosity and a trace of relief.

Jiang Xia felt the old soldier's gaze.

As a polite person, Lao Jiang immediately responded.

"Click"

Load again, aim, pull the trigger.

The whole process was flowing and completed in one go.

In the astonished eyes of getting up beside him, the pulse rifle in the leader's hand was accurately hit by the triangular projectile, and the whole broken and exploded.

The next moment, under Su's gaze, the muzzle guide of his beloved electromagnetic sniper rifle slowly moved and finally hit his own forehead.

Looking down the gun chamber, Jiang Xia's fingers were still placed on the trigger.

With just a light push, the young man in front of him will explode.

Jiang Xia was confused and young wasteland warrior squeezed his eyes, pulled a snail apart, and plucked his hair full of dust and gravel, saying:

"This thing is good, super exciting, but it doesn't smell like gunpowder, and I'm a little uncomfortable. Let me introduce myself. My name is Jiang Xia, a...well, a businessman."
Chapter completed!