Chapter 463: Steel Beast (3)

Miveman was trapped in the chair. He looked out through the round eyepieces, carefully inspecting.
The chariot is very simple to control. There are only two joysticks and two pedals. He gave them dozens of hours of training, so he did not worry about any failures, but the problem lies here.
Now, the Hammer is slowly passing the edge of this dead walled city. The muddy mist has reached a new concentration. He can only contact the rest of the team through the microphone. He is thinking about how they will Think these are enough?
Controlling this machine is like riding a steel beast. It sometimes responds slowly to the control of the control device, and sometimes it suddenly outputs surging power.
They have been driving for several hours, and Miveman does not know where they are driving. By car, he knows that he has been driving eastward.
The main road developed by the veterinarians in the jungle extends along the stream. The Hammer and other dirty cars are along this road. If the map is correct, they will never cost more than the edge of the fortress. Half an hour.
But they have been walking for at least five hours and still have not found any signs of enemies.
Occasionally he will see something that he thinks he knows, buildings or sculptures will suddenly appear out of the dense fog, and then be covered by the dense fog again after an instant.
Every time he tried to determine their position, but every time he failed, the entire team fell into confusion. He convinced himself several times that the dìngwèiqì was broken, they were actually driving north or going in circles.
He tried not to think too much, not to think about why these things happened, not to think about the crowded phantoms he saw in the mist, not to think about the baby machines in his abandoned city.
Suddenly, Meviman blinked, and the outside world peeled away from the fog. He saw the bare coast on the left side of the road.
The sea is like a scar, which slowly rises and falls, and a large amount of exudate accumulates on the tidal line.
The sky began to rain, and greasy black raindrops splashed on the armored glass. He immediately stopped the car and turned to the nerve boy.
The guy was looking at him from behind, with his eyes covered in a gray mist, his knees pressed against his chest.
"Tell the other cars that we are driving to the beach, it!"
The nerve boy froze for a moment, after which he stretched out his limbs and opened the equipment packed in the cubicle.
He took a coiled iron rod from his backpack, inserted it into the skull on the table, and began to speak.
"Razor, razor."
A static wave swelled with the voice of the nerve boy, then reduced to a hissing sound and gradually quieted down.
"The hammer calls the razor."
The static electricity surged again, and turned into a low shēnyín again, and the nerve boy began to turn the iron rod, repeating the same sentence:
"The hammer calls the razor."
Miveman could hear the neuropunk breathing more and more at the end of each communication.
"Garani?"
Miveman called out to each other, but he did not answer, but continued to turn the iron rod inserted into the pale skull, and now he was sending a message in a nearly pleading tone.
Miveman turned his head to look at the observation slit in front, and the thick huángsè mist appeared again, pressing the glass tightly.
"They are not here."
The nerve boy's voice was very low, as if talking to himself.
Miveman turned his head to look at him, and the head of the nerve boy was resting on the huge Skug skull, as if listening to the sound inside.
"They are not here."
He raised his head afterwards, and Miveman noticed that calm blood was pouring from the opponent's eyes.
"Only ourselves."
After the talk, the nerve boy fell down, and Mi Weiman suddenly felt the world hit him like a cold hand.
The Hammer continued to move through the sludge. The biological sludge was covered with its tracks and the long barrel of the main gun. The sludge and debris under the tracks crunched, and the exhaust pipe coughed the exhaust gas into the thick air.
The farts are giving first aid to the nerve boy. Every member of the crew feels bad. The mysterious instincts of this group of lunatics are the most keen. What is it that destroys him like this?
What power can do this?
"Where did they go?"
Miveman muttered, looking at his screen in confusion.
All beacons disappeared from the screen five minutes ago, and even the microphone communication is now subject to static interference.
"I'm thinking about it, we are really off."
The main gunner began to complain.
"I already know that if you don't sit in an iron shell, there will be no such trouble in the open car."
"be quiet!"
Mi Weiman growled and continued to stare at the screen, which was displaying various colors and graphics. There were a total of nine before-representing the position of each unit in the squad. This positioning system is actually not very eating. Yes, it's a very fashionable new thing.
Now only Hammer's own beacons are still flashing, sometimes clear and sometimes distorted.
Others have no signal at all, and the scanning system has been disturbed since they set off, but it has become worse now.
He didn't bother to look at the observation hole, it didn't make much sense. If they couldn't see other units on the screen, they would still be invisible through the fog outside, even if they climbed out.
"Rage calls the hammer."
Suddenly, a voice came into his ears, and Miveman almost jumped from the chair.
He blinked, some could not believe it, and the whole screen was a little distorted.
"Damn it, hammer, come back soon!"
"Received, please speak."
Miveman answered happily, but his attention never left the monitor, his neck felt a little itchy, and a lot of green snowflakes appeared on the screen.
"Can you see anything?"
The captain of the rage issued a very strange question. His tank is slightly different from the hammer. The main weapon is a two-unit dead gun. The secondary weapons are all sudden guns. This is an attack. The special transformation of the city type, in short, is to dismantle things very quickly.
Meviman did not reply, the blood was pounding in his skull, screaming rang in his brain as he breathed.
Just like before, like the scenes where he once blooded and slayed and never returned after leaving alive, before he became a mechanic.
The screen is full of color blocks caused by static interference, and then fades out.
He felt as if he was waiting for something.
He calmed down ~EbookFREE.me~ softly and quickly, like turning off a light.
It started again.
He thought to himself that everything was the same as before.
He felt that his body and mind were free from panic and entered a fanatical rhythm, just like the feeling of returning home.
"I can't see anything."
He paused, licked his lips, and patted the main gunner's right arm, which was a silent command.
The main gun bolt was opened and a shell was loaded.
The captain of the rage heard the dull sound when the gun bolt was locked, and the feeling of fighting returned to him.
"Something is wrong, furious, there is something outside, get the weapon ready."
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