The Legendary Mechanic

Several of the remaining mercenaries saw the returning Nagokin et al., landed in a hurry, and quickly walked forward. Hundreds of people who went out to rescue people learned what was happening there from the accounts of the mercenaries and the dancing of their hands.

With the exception of Blackstar mercenary regiment cadres such as Merloth, whose faces are all unbelievable, Blackstar is able to fight the natural superpowers equally, without falling into the wind or even severely injuring their opponents, which is just two extremes of their ideal situation.

Everyone looked dazed and stunned for a moment.

Even Merloth was a little stunned, "Is he that good? ”

Nagokin had a strong spirit, but he had no idea that Black Star was such a powerful foreign aid.

At this point, Nagokin received a message that Han Xiao had them dig up the machinery under the ruins and then assemble somewhere else, not to get too noticeable.

Nagokin turned around and looked at it. The more crowds he watched, the more security and engineering teams were on their way. Too many areas had recently been damaged by the aftermath of the fighting. It was estimated that the Norios Foundation was angry. Nagokin did not want to be entwined by them. He took the crowd and dug up the rubble, dug up a machine, and then hurried away from the scene to a designated location.

Shortly after, Han Xiao arrived late.

Recruited mercenaries brushed their eyes towards Han Xiao, looking more awesome than before, spontaneously clearing the way.

Walking into the middle of the crowd, Han Xiao patted Merloth on the shoulder, laughing: “I hurt the ashes, at least it was a concussion, not happy. ”

Merloth stunned, subconsciously touched the robotic arm, nodded, every time I thought of ashes, the nerve link of the robotic arm hidden pain, heard the words revealed a big smile, felt a sigh of disgust, happy mood, gave Han Xiao a hug.

“Good boy, good job! ”

After a chill, Han Xiao turned all the machines he had dug back into compression balls, put them away, he counted them in detail, dried them with ash, damaged 30 or 40 machines, the quality of many machines declined by a grade, with little tangible gains except for the bruising of ash, the biggest gain being the completion of the tactical goal and the rescue of Owen's last free body.

“We meet again, my friend.” Owen begins by suggesting that his face is poor, his lips are white and he looks unhealthy.

“Every time I meet a hybrid Sondra, there must be no good.” Han Xiao shook his head, "what about the helpful A-level psychic? ”

“Let's go.”

“Do good things without leaving a name, afraid to be a superhero. ”

No wonder Han Xiao, the stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility, at least some people adhere to this principle, superheroes are common, do not ask for rewards, many strong people don't mind occasionally stringing hero characters, contribute a little thin power.

After saving the target, Han Xiao discussed follow-up with several people.

“Dark Star wants to make progress, there are only two choices: first, fishing for needles, looking for the body that Owen never showed up, and secondly, robbing us of the last of our identities, so we take the initiative, and Dark Star is in a passive position, and it's urgent that they, Nagokin, how long before your support fleet arrives? ”

“The Bureau dispatched the nearest military base fleet and jumped using the stargate for about twelve days. ”

“Dark Stars will not sit by and watch reinforcements arrive. They must have sent a fleet to hide near Norios. I have a few thoughts, um... find a new position first, then I'll go over it carefully. ”

……

On the other side of the city, the scarred Dark Star Force found a hidden place to rest. The battle just now, though brief, was intense. The two sides' B ranks, combined by about fifteen places, the mercenaries went through hundreds of battles, the level of operations was high and difficult to understand.

Merloth's chopper collided passionately with Sherman's laser cannon, and Visander joined the battle to find the strongest of the enemy, Sylvia was too weak to participate in the battle, and Verdin was just a client, reluctant to get involved.

Anur's face was ugly, he was in a bad mood, he was in a great situation, but a passers-by stirred up at the same level, causing them to lose all their credit. The unlucky ones drank cold water and stuffed their teeth. How did he know that a class A super passer just walked past the area, and he had tried to reduce the damage from the afterwaves.

Most natural disaster classes have the ability to destroy the planetary surface ecosphere. Individual forces have reached this level. They are already self-propelled planet-class civilized weapons of destruction, but they must be fought at the same level of battle. Because the fewer dispersed afterwaves, the more powerful the representative, will be able to maximize the defense of the opponent, and the unscrupulous scattering of destructive forces does not pose a threat to the superpowers at the same level.

Moreover, Anur did not want to wreak havoc on the planet, making trouble with the Norios consortium futile.

If the ashes arrive in time, there may still be opportunities for two against two, but the ashes don't know what to do, they are late, it is difficult to understand, obviously most of the enemies are on his side, there shouldn't be many people in the main battalion, how can ashes be delayed so long?!

Anur was besieged, he was in danger, he was barely injured because of his invisibility and speed, he finally saw Owen had slipped away and the ashes on the left and right did not come, and he had to retreat.

So imagine how annoyed Anur is with the ashes now.

Shortly thereafter, ashes returned to their positions, blood solidified into scabs, scars on their necks and frightened everyone.

See, Anur frowned tightly, "How did you get hurt, what did you encounter? Did Nagokin find another natural disaster psychic? ”

Ashes waved their hands, biting their teeth: “It's the black star, he stayed against me. ”

Anur stared at her eyes, incredibly, "Are you saying that you were dragged down by a class B psychic and beaten like this?! ”

The ashes nodded slowly.

Anur slowed for a few seconds to flatten his brainy blush, “If it took so long, you must get rid of him. ”

“It's urgent. I'm retreating. ”

Anur's face immediately popped up with an uppercase "bastard”, his mouth open and he choked without a word.

He had always had high hopes for ashes, but at this time he had to wonder if he had been the one who had cultivated the wrong people.

When the ashes detected Anur's eye changes, they knew that the esteemed teacher was disappointed in him, that his face was blown, that he wanted to argue, but that it would make him more ashamed and that he had given up his mouth.

Anur made up his mind that he must go back to the ashes for another year, and now he doesn't want to see the face of the pit at all, turning his head and sighing to Fossadud: "What do you suggest that this situation is not good for us? ”

Fossadood thought about it and said, "We have three choices: we can use the three identities in our hands to find Owen's body, or we can rob them of the identities in their hands, and we can kill Nagokin, or... we can do nothing. ”

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