Monster Factory

Kaville and the rest of the A-team backed off in panic.

They claim to be elite Special Forces teams, but now they've lost five players in front of an iron fence.

“Why is there a power grid here?” Cavill bites his teeth and sinks, “Group B, what are you doing? Why didn't you find the grid? ”

Pulling out grids on the periphery of certain construction or important building facilities is a less common and rare defense.

But those grids are all pulled over the fence, a bare wire pulled up in insulated ceramic.

This grid, even if hidden, does not escape the eagle's acute gaze.

The grid is no defense at all to stop them from attacking, just a pair of pliers to cut them off.

The crew responsible for providing cover was equally appalled by the fact that the fence, which they had carefully observed, had not found any trace of the existence of the grid, nor had it been associated with the grid.

Because the fence itself is metal, it is firmly connected to the ground concrete.

If the wall is energized, what's the difference between it and the ground safety circuit?

If you want the grid to work, isolate it with insulating material.

But in front of it, this fence not only breaks this common sense, but it's also smart enough to launch intermittent high-pressure attacks.

“This grid wall must be destroyed. ”

“Team B's crew carrying the detonator immediately blew it up," said Cavill angrily. ”

In addition to carrying out perimeter security tasks, Group B members are also tasked with destroying mechanical industrial facilities in the factory. They carry a lot of explosive equipment. Upon hearing the order, two members of the team quickly rushed up, loaded two brown explosives with wireless detonators and accurately threw them at the iron and steel gate.

Teammates holding the trigger switch and other members have crawled to the ground to avoid the shockwave, lay on the ground, cover their ears with one hand, and press the switch hard with one hand.

“Three.”

“Two.”

“I.”

“ …… ”

At the end of the countdown, there was no response from the gate.

The tranquil doors and the silent surroundings make the atmosphere suddenly weird and killing.

The detonator pressed the detonator unbelievably, or did not respond and then knocked the detonator on his helmet.

Cavill shouted in his ear, and he saw what the detonator was shouting at him, but there was no sound in his ear. An emotion of great panic came to Kaville's mind.

Their wireless communication was completely disrupted.

Before the mission had really begun, they were forced by an iron gate and invisible repression to the Jedi, where the mission had almost failed. But this mission is simply impossible to abandon, and poster commandos who flee without war may have one, but must not appear to them.

Kaville ordered two men armed with rifle grenades to approach the assault.

“Boom, boom, boom.”

Two grenades hit the iron fence wall, relying on mechanical bump fuses, and the grenades exploded smoothly.

However, after the smoke had passed, the fence was still standing there.

Gun grenades can't be as powerful as professional explosives, can they?

The iron fence has an intelligent grid and conventional weapons cannot be destroyed at all, which makes Kaville and the rest of the team blush like blood.

Not long ago, they attacked an unbridled SEAL team, but now, anger, shame, powerlessness, emotions float in their minds.

The only way left is to quickly create a detonator with wires that will bring the team closer to manual detonation.

However, just as some of the team members began to make it, the iron fence that had ruined them several times finally moved inside.

There appears to be a group of animals running out the main road in the middle of the gate. Caville thought he had a bunch of African wild dogs in the factory, and now he wants to bite them.

While Kaville wondered why the other side was not sending armed security personnel, it was a group of wild dogs who could only watch the door. But Kaville and the rest of the team, who are already on the verge of a mental breakdown, have ignored the reasons for this.

Whatever he is, he's a dog. Let's get rid of him.

Just as they were holding their guns in a standard position, those very orderly “wild dogs” were approaching the factory gate very quickly.

They're going too fast, like a “wild dog” who's been given accelerated magic.

Not wild dogs.

This rapidly running group of animals, as they approached the gate, also finally let the combatants see their bodies.

It's a scorpion made entirely of cold metal.

They are all black, with six mechanical footsteps on the ground, the other two like scorpion's cheeky feet, tail high and provoked, pointing straight at these commandos like spears.

Kaville and the rest of the team, one gazed at the gate. As many as twenty mechanical scorpions rushed towards them, each of them bigger than a wild dog on the grassland.

Their brains were bombarded like a grenade, and they never expected the enemy to turn from armed local security personnel into a cold, ruthless mechanical scorpion, even if they were ready.

The gunshot went off into a flare, shooting like rain at the gate.

Their shooting was precise, and the mechanical scorpion was suddenly shot. It's just a bursting piece of black metal armor on the side of a mechanical scorpion that turns these bullets into a bouncing metal bullet, none of which can tear this layer of armor apart.

Twenty mechanical scorpions, formerly lined up, also split apart in an instant and disorderly manner on the way to being shot.

This group of mechanical scorpions moved from their original fixed targets to more professional tactical masters than the most elite special forces players. They move without any pattern, far beyond human running speed, and the standard speed of capture at gunpoint.

During the shooting, a task force member found that a mechanical scorpion seemed to be targeting himself. This feeling is purely based on feelings, or instinctive reactions developed in long-term combat.

The next moment, the mechanical scorpion stared at it and shook a tail spike at him.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft.”

The special forces member felt something piercing in the air, but the sound was not obvious. It is accompanied by sound and uncontrolled shaking of the body.

When he regained consciousness, he felt some chest tightness and looked at his chest confused.

Inside his chest desert camouflage disguise, there was a plank bulletproof vest that would have stood up to assault rifles firing at close range.

Only now the ceramic armor inside the vest has turned into powder, bleeding out with blood.

He looked at two walnut-sized holes in the chest, then black in front of him.

Kaville was more alert than anyone else, and when he saw these mechanical scorpions dodging bullets at a faster rate than humans, he realized what could happen.

So he turned around and ran, hoping to run behind the rock bunker behind him.

It was just that the mechanical scorpion was running faster than he was, and he hadn't taken a few steps to turn around, and a mechanical scorpion rushed in front of him.

Kaville heard a thud and saw the mechanical scorpions form an interception network to cut off the final image of their escape route.