Female president's private killer

The slender fuselage and streamlined outer armor reflect the lights projected around in the rapid sprint. The light fluctuated and flowed, gathering rapidly in front of the mecha. The whole mecha seemed to turn into a sharp sword that could only see the golden phantom.

In the cabin, Parkinson was grinning.

Baz has been restless since he became a core disciple of Tyrus and emerged step by step.

In that gambling fight, he was poisoned after his opponent conceded defeat. He did not regret this.

He regretted that after killing his opponent, he drank and played with women. He never thought about his opponent's son at all. So that the boy gradually became his own big trouble.

But this time he won't waste his chance.

Level II mecha knight, kill him before he breaks his cocoon!

Not only eliminate the great trouble, but also get the recognition and favor of B15! Such a good thing will never happen again!

Buzz, you blame your life!

In the blink of an eye. The golden mecha is in front of the cyan mecha.

"Die!" With Parkinson's violent drink, golden glory soared into the air, and his feet kicked out in a series of bursts of fire.

With a loud bang, the blue mecha stepped back for several steps by brilliant kicks.

Parkinson's hands kept kicking up brilliantly and turned around a windmill. One foot to the head of the cyan mecha.

There was a faint sound of wind and thunder in the air.

The cyan mecha retreated quickly again, bent back, and awkwardly avoided this foot.

Although one foot failed, the brilliant action did not stop at all. This windmill like whirlwind kick directly swept down the ground. It was a kick, and the mecha hit the cyan mecha like a flying projectile.

These moves go up and down. Fast and unparalleled, although the cyan mecha pressed down with both hands in time, although it blocked the brilliant knee collision. But also in this fierce and domineering collision, he stepped back.

The hearts of the audience all mentioned their voices.

It was only in the blink of an eye that the brilliant offensive was surging like a sea tide. If we continue to fight like this, let alone ten minutes, Baz can hold up for one minute. It's a fluke! Maybe not even a minute. Look, now he's forced to the wall!

Parkinson's fingers swept across the keyboard.

The universal control lever of the left hand is stuck in the third gear engine position. Two circles were drawn in succession. A strong back pushing force pressed him on the seat. The moment the mecha took off and kicked, he raised his head with a ferocious smile. The smile soon stagnated on his face. Through the cabin cover, he saw Baz's more ferocious smiling face in the blue mecha.

There was only a bang in the firelight.

"What?"

Most of the audience suddenly stood up.

I saw two circles, one positive and one negative, drawn in the air with the hands of the blue mecha on the fighting field. The brilliance of flying shot suddenly lost its balance. The body turned around like a sack in the air and fell down. The blue mecha flew up and kicked hard on the brilliant cockpit cover.

This foot is fast and cruel. The brilliant cockpit was instantly broken and blood splashed. The sharp eyed audience can even see the blood and flesh in the transparent cabin!

But the game is not over. The rules gave Baz a chance to commit murder in public.

The golden mecha was thrown up, one foot, two feet, three feet, four feet!

The audience who counted down with cold hair watched the mechanical legs of the blue mecha kick on the brilliant cockpit like lightning.

The golden mecha, like a rag doll constantly beaten, is flying in the air. With each heavy blow, the mecha broke one point, and the blood was pumping and hitting, throwing around.

Time solidifies.

This picture continues in the violent heartbeat. When the electronic stereo announced the end of the game, people seemed to wake up from a dream that had been done for thousands of years.

In the No. 2 arena, there stood a blue mecha. At its feet, there were debris and plasma scattered on the isolation wall.

It stood there quietly, like a demon who had just completed his evil deeds.

Extremely ferocious!

Hu Xingfang, Cheng Zhixuan and a group of B15 officers have already stood up. Surprised and angry eyes turned to box 9 at the same time.

They saw Duan Tiandao. Looking back, they looked cold and disdainful on that expressionless face.

What are you looking at?

The note rubbed on the big tongue and slapped on his face.

Parkinson has become a pool of meat mud and can't pick it up.

The aggressive second-class mecha commander was killed by his opponent in an instant.

How did he lose, and how did the second-class mecha knight, who was three levels lower than him, win?

The scene was silent, and everyone's mind was dizzy.

Dozens of seconds of brutal killing and a few minutes of rampant pictures passed in front of them like a movie. The golden mecha fell inexplicably, kicked the cockpit hard, and flew in the air like a rag doll. One by one, all in my mind.

Many viewers are still distracted in the bloody picture. Some people who know the inside story have quietly waved their clenched fists!

Baz's great revenge was avenged. For the arrogant B15 people, it was a loud slap in the face!

A deliberately arranged duel turned into a stage for violent demonstrations by opponents. The commander of the second-class mecha was killed alive by the second-class mecha soldiers! What face can you lose cleaner than this?

"Good!" In the dead silence, a loud cheering sound sounded from box 1.

Zhang Pengcheng stood on the arc-shaped stand in high spirits and applauded. Immediately, 1201 officers also applauded and whistled everywhere. Driven by them, for a time, the cheers and applause of the sky high price swept the whole venue. Hundreds of thousands of spectators gathered together and cheered.

In the cheering, Hu Xingfang clenched her silver teeth, and all the B15 officers looked iron blue. Cheng Zhixuan, who was sitting in box No. 2, and kielborn, who was sitting in box No. 15, were about to burst out fire in both eyes. Everyone's face was red and burning.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Zhixuan gritted his teeth and grabbed the communicator: "continue!"

With that, Cheng Zhixuan didn't dare to face the eyes of Hu Xingfang in the box next door. Turned out of the box and went straight to the control room.

In order to make the fierce army fall. He, Cooper and Kilborn carefully arranged the list. But who knows that as the commander of level 2 mecha, Parkinson died in the face of level 2 mecha soldiers!

It seems that the list behind must also be modified, since Fang Chutian wants to fight hard! Then let him touch enough!

The mecha commander can't do it. There's the God of war here!

The rules of the game are still in your own hands!

Dark ocean world.

A Chinese reconnaissance ship floats quietly in the void, like a deep-sea Malaga fish, surrounded by faint stars, reflected on the reconnaissance ship. Paint a dim light on the small ship. From a distance. It is no different from the rolling waves around it.

The ship's narrow control room was dull and depressing.

The ground light of the instrument indicator flashes one after another. The two corporal in front of the console held coffee and quietly stared at the display of the space radar, talking to each other from time to time.

Captain Li Yang bowed his head and entered the low cabin door of the control room. Holding the handrail above his head, he asked, "is there a situation?"

A tall corporal turned his head: "No. Sir. Would you like some coffee? "

Major Li Yang muttered twice, squeezed through the last rows of seats and walked to the console: "give me a drink, damn it. Had coffee. I guess I can't sleep. "

Another corporal with yellow hair and freckles handed Li Yang a metal cup. Pick up the coffee pot and pour him coffee. He asked, "Sir, still can't sleep?"

"Yes!" Li Yang drank a cup of coffee, sat down in the chair behind them, pinched his eyebrows and said, "I've always been restless recently. As soon as I lie in the rest cabin, I'm flustered."

"Will the suss come?" Asked the big corporal.

"Who knows?" Li Yang finished his coffee, stretched out his cup, motioned corporal freckles to bring himself another cup, and complained, "we've been here for three days. The suss haven't moved yet. I don't know why. I always feel weird. It is reasonable to say that they have already completed the assembly. At this time, they should also come! "

"There are only two class a channels leading to Freeport." The big corporal shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "Sir, our fleet is here. They can't sneak in under our eyes?"

Li Yang smiled at himself, drank coffee and didn't speak. There was a moment of silence in the control room.

The reconnaissance ship, named night owl, is now located in the third segment of the main channel, which is one of the A-class channels from the main channel to the Freeport, which is called the triumph corridor by the Freeport people.

This is also the front line for the Chinese fleet to resist the suss attack.

If the suss fleet wanted to attack the free port on a large scale, for their aircraft carrier, the triumph channel and another channel leading to the fourth leg of the main channel, called the Louis cloister, were their best choice.

The two channels are like a Y-shape, and finally converge 200 nautical miles away from the free port.

The defense line arranged by Huaxia 12th group fleet and Huaxia B15 fleet is located there.

The defense line had been arranged long ago, and the fleet waited for the arrival of the suss for a long time.

Time and time again speculated about the attack time of the Susi people, but failed again and again, which made the whole fleet seem a little impetuous. Plus the disagreement between the two Chinese fleets. It's really hard to stay in the sea and wait.

It's a nightmare to stand on such an untrustworthy allied fleet and stay in this damn sea area.

We just hope that the Susi people can come early and do it hard!

At that time, let's see what those B15 guys can do!

After drinking coffee, the spirit was in a state of excitement. The body is tired to death. Li Yang leaned on the soft and wide air seat, closing his eyes to refresh himself. In my ears, the life support system and the environmental balance device are slightly wheezing, and the electronic sound of the radar emits a clear beep every few seconds.

The air in the control room was filled with the smell of coffee.

"Beep, beep!" Two electronic tones in succession. Li Yang bounced up from his chair.

"Sir!" Corporal freckles quickly tapped the keyboard and pulled the radar scanning data, while the big corporal hurriedly tried to lock the abnormal signal source. And set the scanning area of directional radar.

Li Yang didn't have time to detour. As soon as he turned over, he turned from the back of the chair to the front row, suddenly pressed the set key and turned on the starting device of the main engine.

Just as the hurried footsteps sounded on the aisle outside the control room. On the radar, a dense light spot, like a calm lake, ushered in the first batch of rain spots of the rainstorm, suddenly appeared!