Chapter 320: Mao Gekong (Part 2)

　　The idea above didn't have time to take care of the engine room below, he was trying to fight the intruders.
　　 He put his eyes on the shock-absorbing rubber of the machine's telescope, looking for the target, while slamming the lever and depressing the pedal.
At this moment, all the feelings of isolation between him and the machine are reducing his feeling and being one with it, just like Mao Gejingang’s arm is his arm, its iron foot is his foot, and his left eye shoots powerful, green The energy is his burning eyes.
　　 looks completely illogical, and the insidious monster leaps around like a fart on a hot iron plate, trying to throw a ray of laser light onto his face, and Mao's armor shimmers as it absorbs and dissipates energy.
　　 There is also a small round thing, like the shields of the strange boys, buzzing around their deformed masters. They also have guns and cannons, but they are garbage, and they can’t do anything to the powerful Mao brother.
　　 "Boring! Stupid! You can't hurt Mao!"
The 　　 punk shouted:
　　 "Destroy them, cigarette holder!"
The other party made a messy answer, but his hand shook nervously when the nerve boy fired a shot at the enemy. It slightly deviated from the intended target. The result was a genius hemispherical explosion that swallowed almost all except one. tank.
　　Mao King Kong stumbled forward, the metal fragments and turf fell cracklingly, the flesh messenger buzzed around, as confused as the abandoned pet Sculptor.
　　 A few sadly grabbed the ground, trying to stand up with their broken legs, and the torn throat was desperate.
　　The clever man zoomed in with his telescope to the right, and their incisions smoked, exposing the mechanism and many strange things.
　　 took another three steps, and Mao reached the top of the remaining six-legged monsters. Before the huge iron foot came, they raised their arms and waited for arms, trying to stop it.
　　 The explosion melted the thick metal skin of the idol, digging a large piece of shiny metal from the armor, but it did not penetrate.
　　 Boom!
　　 Brother Mao's feet finally landed on the heads of the monsters. The punk guy felt through the superstructure of the idol that he stepped on something soft under his feet.
　　! ! !
The idea guy shouted, as Brother Mao shouted, the reactor buzzed as it delivered energy to the weapon’s gravitational battery, concentrated fire stroking the ground, and every sweep pulled out tons of dirt, then the idea guy let Mao Brother blinked at them.
After 　　, there were very few things left.
　　The idea guy was attentive, his mouth was grunting, his deputy giggled, the fart sprinted around, and at this moment they were Mao's living organs.
　　 But there are always some guys who are trying to sweep Ou Kexing, and the shrimps try very hard.
　　 Shimmering air, some invisible creatures approached quietly, like the illusion of shimmer in the field of vision, so the mechanics did not see them.
　　 A group of children of dawn sneaked under Mao’s shell, avoiding the eyes and ears of many boys, and tied high explosive bombs at Mao’s joints. The next step was an explosion. They tied a total of five, one after another.
　　Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!
　　 "What the hell!"
　　The punk shouted, and Brother Mao shook more to the left than the right.
　　 flashes red and red, the alarm buzzes, the bell rings, he fights the controller when Mao decides to lie down for a while.
　　 "Foot! Ghost things got Mao's foot!"
　　'S deputy was even worse. He stood up from the ground on the reactor deck and the big bell was ringing. This one meant that something very bad was about to happen.
　　 Brother Mao's stomach was turbid with smoke, and the fragments of fart essence were scattered like the residue after a big meal.
　　 Now Mao Gegang's walking is extremely irregular. Every time the left foot moves forward, the machine will issue an overturning alarm, and a terrible friction noise will follow.
　　The deputy pulled a rivet from the flesh of his left arm and threw it to the ground.
　　 "Fart! Fart!"
　　 "Yes, boss?"
　　 A fearful voice came from the corner, and the fart hair ball came out of the hidden place.
　　 "Sorry, boss, apologize for the other guys and die in the task, slacker, we are not, boss, right guys?"
　　Farters nodded with enthusiasm forced.
　　 "It doesn't matter! Give me a sledgehammer! Burn it for me! It's quick to fix it! Quick! Quick!"
　　 "Boss!"
　　 A fart pointed at the adjutant with a wagging finger.
"Look!"
"what?"
　　The mechanic looked down, and a group of three-point red lasers shone on his chest.
　　 "Ah!"
　　 He immediately reacted and pounced on the fork.
　　The next second, the reactor compartment was filled with messy shots, and the weak shots were all "boom-boom" instead of "bang-bang" like normal guns, but there were just a lot.
　　The bullet penetrated into the body, destroying many parts and wires, and the thick white steam squeaked out the cooling system of the main power supply.
　　 More alerts, more ringtones, more questions.
　　The deputy extended his head from behind the reactor hood. He went to reach his pistol, which was filled with explosive bullets he invented.
　　 A shimmer, a smoky hole, there should be no movement of the moving place.
　　 frowned at it, but he was a mechanic, not a nerve boy, so he didn't get confused for too long.
　　 He fired into a smoky hole, and his pistol made the right sound when shooting, and the bullet exploded from something solid.
　　 Five, six, seven, he hit something, and then he can see what attacked him.
When the camouflage of the stealth combat suit failed, the light was distorted. It smoked all over its body. There was an egg shaped like a small tin can on his hand. A helmet with flashing goggles turned to the direction of his deputy, then The weapon in his hand fired again.
　　 "Oh no! You can't!"
　　 shouted, his deputy, and he began to run around the reactor. The pale cyan bullet chased him and slammed away from the hood.
　　 Before Xiami, who was wearing a weird armor, raised his gun again, he walked to the other side and jumped across the room.
Then he jumped out with the help of smoke~EbookFREE.me~ His grappling caused the two of them to fall together with a clatter. They slid to a wall and tried to stand up, but again when Mao Gegang took another unstable step. Trip them both.
　　 That Xiami wanted to raise his gun again, and his deputy fanned it off. He slammed the gun into Xiami's face and emptied the magazine at zero distance.
　　 The metal mask was knocked out of the crater, and something in the armor sparked and sizzled, but the shrimp did not die.
　　The deputy pushed his clever fingers into the gap, twisting the armor's armor with his best-effort craftsmanship and Ouke's power.
　　 He was unlucky, so he resorted to slamming the opponent with the biggest wrench that he could grab from his belt. Zhaimi's glass eyepieces were all knocked in, so he was blind.
It tried to break him again and again, but his deputy overwhelmed him. He thrust the wrench on the chin of the helmet and pryed it up with force. The shrimp inside looked dull, and his skin was disgusting blue-grey, and it was better than fart. Also fragile.
　　Lieutenant strangled the sides of his face with both hands, and snapped his neck with a click.
　　 "!"
　　 He growled at the face of dead shrimp.
　　 "You should stop watching your back."
　　 said another mechanic who sprang from the smoke.
　　 "They have two more, and want to come in."
　　 He pointed at the rift with a burnt nozzle. His deputy pulled out a wealthy magazine clip, inserted it into the gun, and walked towards the rift of the armor.
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