But Omo just turned his head, and the Thunder Killer's V-shaped eyes scanned the surrounding city covered by the expansion of the alienation barrier brought by the police and the Two Worlds Security Bureau.

The ability of telepathy is too mediocre, and as a local, it doesn't make any difference.

Go to the Department of Psychology and learn what you want.

The hard thing is to make everyone who is nearly two kilometers apart hear your voice.

If you get to this point, then you really have something.

But in this way, there are too many places for the other party to hide.

Looking around had no results, and it was quite uncomfortable to find people from this perspective. It made him miss the wide vision of the Velia Godzilla version.

I used to laugh at the outline of the monster's human body, but now when I experience the monster's vision, I realize how difficult it is for the monster.

Just as he was thinking this, the voice came again:

"But when things get to this point, the business can no longer continue, so I can only resort to violence that I don't like."

Are you really a businessman if you still think about business?

Omer subconsciously guessed the origin of the other party. He had not heard much of the conversation between the other party and Lapland before, because the sound of the motorcycle engine was really noisy. The sound he heard of the diving of the Jingu Bridge without a window to block it belonged to Jingu.

The bridge is loud enough.

But now he had no time to think about this, because in the next second he saw the Golden Ancient Bridge and Galatron in the distance, which was barely supported by the herd of ink smoke beasts, suddenly disappear.

At that moment, he knew what the other party was going to do.

The wings that were decorated like the hem of a windbreaker instantly expanded to a huge wingspan of more than 100 meters. The moment the Thunder Killer immediately took off, a dark red fist hit its back.

What was supposed to be a straight takeoff route immediately turned into being knocked upside down.

"Pooh... all non-combatants retreat! The combatants cover the non-combatants, but life-saving is the first priority!"

The scream with the sound of vomiting blood was transmitted to the doctor, and then processed by PRTS and transmitted to all frequency bands belonging to Rhode Island:

"The enemy is King Galatron! A mechanical fusion beast with a wrist strength of 250,000 tons, a grip strength of 150,000 tons, and is good at both beam and melee combat!!"
Chapter completed!