Vol 2 Chapter 102: Soul Suppressor Prototype

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In the monitoring room, the two looked at the man in the middle who looked extraordinary but had a slightly gloomy face. [Love ↑Go to △Small↓Speak △Net WwW.AiQu]
"Tang Shao."
"Donald Siu."
The man with a slightly gloomy face suddenly smiled, "Is there something to worry about, don't you just lose a game? Only when the opponent is strong, we have fun playing."
Donald Xiu, rubbing the ring on his ring finger, thought for a while, picked up the Tianxun on the table and pressed a number.
"Okay, go in in the normal alternate order."
After hanging up the news, I looked at the reaction of the two and couldn't help but smile, "What's wrong? The Tier 6 cruising pilot of the Mecha Association is equipped with a six-generation Solomon mech with a half-engine."
The cruising pilot means that this is the hidden executioner in the Interstellar Mecha Association who wanders on the edge of the dark forces all the year round and races with death.
They are the dark scavengers belonging to the Mecha Association. They are difficult to get their name right for life. They are the death gods of the dark world.
As for the mecha, although he didn't say anything about it, looking at Donald Siu's appearance, Gao Lingsen felt relieved, while Lin Wu leaned back on the sofa and stretched comfortably.
...
When the extremely special soldier driven by Mu Fan slowly walked back to the waiting zone, Van Lundin, who had red eyes there, walked out of the cockpit.
shame!
shame!
He was beaten on the wall by someone!
Who is the pilot who suddenly appeared on the opposite side?
Pushing away the supporting staff nearby, the sturdy Van Lundin let out a roar in the preparation room.
Equally unwilling is the ambitious product manager. His plan has not yet started, and failure is absolutely not allowed!
"Van Lundin, we still have a chance, we must still have a chance!"
"There is a chance! This mecha is very clear to you and I. It is not a real combat mecha at all. Look at the broken melee ability on the opposite side. Then he is the real machine. How is A?!
"How can you talk nonsense about our products!? I'll ask you to hang up other weapons, and you will go up and fight again!" The unwilling product manager is like a gambler, ready to make the last fight.
"Hehe, your pilot is right, you really have no chance."
A ridicule suddenly sounded, and people followed the sound. A man with short brown hair and several scars on his burly face stood at the door of the preparation room.
"Who are you? You give me out!" The product manager exclaimed angrily. This is the site of their Arabella Weapons Company, and no one can tolerate others to come and interrupt.
"It's you who should go out. If it weren't for the above arrangement, you thought I would be interested in replacing you?"
Van Lundin stared directly at each other sharply, "Who are you?"
"Si Erqi."
A weird name was spit out from the opponent's mouth, and half of the bronze mask was taken out of his pocket and attached to his left eye.
As the bronze mask was put on, under the bright light, Van Lundin could see the mark of the half crossbow on the mask.
The red-eyed pilot seemed to be doused by cold water, his eyes narrowed, and his voice calmed down: "Are you from the Interstellar Mecha Association?"
The man wearing the half bronze mask had no emotion in his eyes.
"Since you know it, it's not difficult to recognize it. To be honest, if this task were not mandatory, I would never come."
The product manager looked at Van Lundin, whose attitude had turned into an enemy, and listened to him saying word by word: "Cruising pilot!"
"Level 6."
The man calmly added a sentence, then pointed to the entrance behind him, "Go out, the next thing has nothing to do with you."
The product manager over there was still about to have an attack, but was dragged by Van Lundin and looked at his chief pilot in amazement.
"Let's go."
Obviously Van Lundin didn't want to explain anything, but the product manager looked at the atmosphere, and the five people in black special service who stepped into the entrance again, gave up sullenly.
"go."
When the preparation room was emptied, a special service officer returned to the house, "My lord, the Soulsurge mech is ready, and the inspection is complete."
When Si Erqi heard it, he said to himself, "The cruising pilot is driving Solomon's secret mech. This world... is really interesting."
After speaking, the man wearing a half bronze mask walked directly out of the preparation room. What appeared in front of him was a dark red mecha more than nine meters high.
The bleak red like coagulated blood, there is a sharp chill on a closer look. The overall armor thickness of this mecha is inferior to the extreme soldier, but it is much stronger than the previous wind speed competitors, especially the heavy right. The arm even exceeds the width of the extremely special soldier's arm!
But the most daunting thing is the long-handled giant sickle behind it!
Solomon's newly developed high-level mech-a prototype of the Soul Surgeon!
That terrifying giant sickle is its unique weapon-Cang sickle!
But I don't know why the sickle and the handle are surrounded by extra black components, but people's attention is often focused on the terrifying appearance.
"My lord, the lift is coming soon."
Si Erqi's eyes didn't move, his legs were bent, and the figure flashed onto the descending elevator, and then jumped again, and the whole person accurately plunged into the one-meter-wide circular corridor.
The hatch was closed, and a blast of air suddenly emitted from the mecha.
Soulseater, start!
...
On the side of Rocky Heavy Industries, Mu Fan, who did not get out of the mecha, quietly listened to the black ordering and presenting the detailed battle data.
"Aren't you going down?" The black voice sounded.
"No, the battle is not over yet, and I haven't finished experiencing this mech."
"How do you feel now?"
"I...I like this mecha more and more." Mu Fan's smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.
"At the beginning of the third round, Arabella Arms Company was eliminated. The challenger came from the Gro Chamber of Commerce of the Sinchiro Business League."
Wang Nuonuo and others who were shouting in the stands were all taken aback when they heard these words.
"It's not Arabella Arms Company anymore? Where did the Groe Chamber of Commerce come from!"
"I don't know, it shouldn't be as powerful as Zhang Yuanren's mecha from his company."
"The Sinchiro Business Alliance...it's a bit complicated."
Compared with the calm analysis of Rocky Heavy Industries, millions of viewers are already impatient.
"Where is there a chamber of commerce, why haven't you heard of it?"
"There will be no shady scenes. If you can't beat it, let the family pass the game directly. I'm still waiting to buy extreme soldiers! The potential of this mecha is really good. I decided to think about its expansion direction."
"That's it, if the messy mecha is directly on stage, it's not as good as not."
"Rocky Heavy Industries should change the mecha this time, right?"
...
As if to slap the face, when the huge metal door was opened, the extremely special soldier with a crippled arm appeared again, and the audience who had already shifted their positions and became supporters was alive.
"Fuck, this is going to go to heaven~EbookFREE.me~Is it going through all levels with one arm?"
"How confident is this pilot!"
"I'm very curious about the reaction on the other side."
"Also curious +1!"
"+2!"
"The other side doesn't know what mech will be sent up, why I feel my soul is shaking, my brain is in fear."
"Silly bird, your helmet is leaking."
The metal door of the Groe Chamber of Commerce opens.
People's eyes were all gathered at the exit.
Da, Da, Da, Da...
There are methodical footsteps.
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