Monster Factory

The choice of force was a sign of determination, and it was clear that General Bablu of Nsuka District had taken a step forward.

They were able to keep an eye on each other very patiently, and when they found the three rather sophisticated Land Cruisers forming a team and driving towards the airport, they chose more daring to do so an hour away from the airport.

Enough to meet General Bablu, for how powerful that mine must be.

“You two, turn around.” An armed man came over and shouted in English, and the assault rifle was casually hung behind his waist.

Chinese, he robbed twice.

Whether it's his own practice or listening to his peers chatting after drinking.

The Chinese who came here, in the face of armed robbery, looked like they had been slaughtered by a mere voyeur.

No guns at all, just one stop next to them, and they'll give away the money.

If not, when he walked to Qiao Pingxu with a short rope, Qiao Pingxu raised his hands carefully.

“Ha ha!” The armed man laughed.

“You, raise your hands.” Tied up Joe Ping Xu, he also compared another truncated rope punching metal expert, indicating his cooperation.

At the same time, the armed man noticed a detail, and this seemingly weak young man, like the elite white collar in a foreign film, had an LV logo on his briefcase.

“We'll pick him up later.” With this in mind, he held the metal expert in his wrist.

An elite white collar who may not have even fought, he just needs to gently push his wrist and the other party will cry for forgiveness.

Grabbed his wrist and squeezed it again.

“Hmm?”

The armed man felt that he seemed to hold a steel pipe and was a solid welded steel pipe.

My grass, so much effort?

The armed man struggled to hold one arm of the metal expert with both hands and suddenly discovered that the man had the power of a rhinoceros.

Without waiting for him to scream in surprise, his hands suddenly snapped back.

The Metal Master buckles both hands with one hand, and the character of the hunter and the prey instantly turns.

The metallic master's temperament suddenly changed. Faced with the gunpoint of a black hole not far away, and heavily armed personnel, his mouth was slanted upwards, revealing a slight smile.

In this smile, there is untold pride.

A strong wind blew his suit flap, and there was no Glock left by Joe Ping Xu's horror.

Glock 18, a defensive pistol that is very popular with military and non-military personnel.

Seventeen standard magazines with automatic and single-fire modes, adjusted to automatic mode, can drop all ammunition in two seconds.

Nobody noticed the metal expert clasp arm, which seemed to be the rhythm at which the metal expert was caught in the arm and tied to a rope.

The attention of this armed group of gunmen is also not here, as foreigners, as well as technicians, can easily complete the bundling task by sending a random scout.

The eight men, who had received long-term training and were sent by General Mopu, were the focus of the embankment.

Everyone's gunpoint was aimed at General Mopu's men. Three armed men with rocket launchers raised their sights slightly.

Now their men and horses are bound to captivity, naturally raising the gauge to prevent accidental injuries.

Glock was pulled out of his trouser belt by a metal expert, a horrible sense of speed that went from stationary to moving instantly, leaving everyone unresponsive.

From metal experts clamping the arms of the armed men beside them back to pulling out the glock between their waists.

How fast is this moment?

Usually, the human response time to crisis situations is 0.2-0.4 seconds.

This refers to the time from which the crisis situation is seen and then the body reacts.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang.”

Spiked forward like a de-stringed arrow, the metal expert lifted Glock in his hand and fired four shots in less than 0.2 seconds.

Shots were rushed, almost in one piece.

Four armed men armed with guns are preparing to take eight General Mopu's men to the side of the road. When the gunshots went off, the four of them instantly rated their movements and then fell straight to the ground.

Reversed by a metal expert, he didn't taste the taste of a bullet hitting his eyebrow. Until Pavarotti arrived and a soprano scream to sigh, the armed man in the truck who had a beautiful ambush woke up with an incredible adjustment to the muzzle.

Someone faster than them, the finished print hidden behind the abandoned truck, three heavy-weapon men with rocket launchers, and the brain had just issued an order to lower the rocket launcher attack position.

Metal experts have switched the muzzle so fast that Joe Ping Xu and the nearest eight unlucky ghosts. Both visually and in my mind, there is a sense of intimidation that this guy is not human at all.

Three gunshots broke into pieces and three blossoms blossomed on their foreheads.

They didn't even think about it until their minds were set and their eyes were covered in endless darkness. How did metal experts do that, waving their arms and spraying bullets into their eyebrows without aiming at them at three points in a row?

At the moment of hitting the third person, the metallic master rolled forward.

“Da-da-da-da-da-da.”

The unique crisp shooting sound of the AK assault rifle echoed as dozens of armed men stood up in the rear truck and fired wildly at the metal expert's position.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft.”

Bullets were fired on the ground, sparking countless sparks and dust, but they were doomed to futility.

Because the metal expert had rolled four or five metres off the ground, instead, the armed man whose wrist had been held back by the metal expert had been hit by a sieve.

At this point, he could no longer be called an armed man because the AK assault rifle he was carrying had disappeared into thin air.

While dodging, the metal expert pulled the Glock trigger again.

The last ten bullets were fanned out.

This time, the bullet did not bloom in the brow. It was the sickle that cut the grass, like, knocking down four armed men.

Ghost Qiao Pingxu screamed into the Mercedes-Benz Land Cruiser, and eight others accompanied him until one of them was hit by a bounce in the ankle, which was the first time he woke up.

They went to pick up the weapon they had thrown away, and the moment they found it, they were in the mood to fly from hell to the earth.

For the first two seconds, the winning ticket was still holding a look, and Aiz was planning to take the three high-end Land Cruisers as his own armed leader, which was now quite a bit on the hot road.

He had two blood holes in his chest, the one in the middle of his heart, bleeding outward.

Who's that Huaxia guy in the movie, sitting in an office, gracefully tasting coffee, and processing files like an elite white collar?

Why would a pistol take down 11 of them?

Unfortunately, he will never understand the problem.

Glock was thrown away and an AK assault rifle filled with magazines was held by metal experts.

No one dares to look up in the ambush team anymore.

They hid in the compartments of welded thickened steel plates and were as desperate as the eight soldiers who were responsible for the safety of the metal experts encountered them.

The eight enlightened servicemen held their weapons and trembled to the metal experts.

Feeling their audience, the metallist glanced up slightly. He looked sharply like an immortal divine soldier and almost stabbed them in the eye.

This momentum is a penetrating force that explodes when you have absolute confidence in your area of expertise.

Combat power five means his physical fitness is much higher than that of a normal person.

Mechanics are his life, and firearms are just one of the most classic products of machines.

Metallic experts who can play anti-genius functions with the Giant Divine I, whether it's mechanical or gun mastery, have an innate anti-genius.

“Kim... Kim... Master...” Qiao Pingxu hid in the Mercedes-Benz car, tears were frightened out.