Mecha Forger

Ready to respond?

Song Ci rolled his eyes and had an immature guess in his heart.

That bastard Tang Fan must be planning to put down Tao Qingxi, that scumbag!

With this doubt, Major General Song Ci ran to the meeting place very honestly.

Accompanied by the sound of the black iron knife cutting through the red gold wall panel, a large hole with a diameter of one meter suddenly appeared in the sky above Song Ci and others.

Then, a hanging basket slowly fell from the big hole, and the person that Major General Song Ci Song was least happy to see at this moment was let down.

Although I know that Ms. Tao Qingxi is Jim Field's apprentice, Ulikummi's nephew, and Solomon Burke's junior sister, she has a full understanding of these three people.

Her arrival will undoubtedly help her find clues as quickly as possible from various clues and identify the owner of the laboratory.

But listening to the roaring all around, and thinking about the crumbling gates in the North Third District, Major General Song Ci will miss you to death.

He looked up at the big hole and said sternly: "How did you get down? How did you pull me up!"

This tone made Tao Qingxi, who had just landed, turn blue.

"what do you mean?"

Before Major General Song Ci could speak, the loud sound of the gate collapsing was heard.

Tang Fan only glanced at it and asked people to pull Tao Qingxi up without stopping.

As a result, it was not only Ms. Tao Qingxi who was pulled up, but also the 11-man vanguard force headed by Major General Song Ci and Song.

When everyone climbed up, Tang Fan immediately took action himself and welded the big hole shut.

Looking at the roaring "human beings" swarming towards them, Ms. Tao Qingxi also understood what was going on without Song Ci's reply.

As a result, her livid face immediately turned pale.

"Are there so many experimental products?"

Major General Song Ci smiled bitterly and said: "This is only from the North 12th District to the North 1st District..."

After hearing this, Tao Qingxi slowly closed her eyes, "Our time is running out!

Hurry up! "

Song Ci nodded, took the black iron knife and walked towards the center of the house.

But before he took two steps, he was grabbed by Tang Fan.

"The son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall.

Leave this kind of thing to me! "

Song Ci was only surprised for a moment by Tang Fan's offer. He glanced at Tang Dao's knife, which was full of gaps, and agreed.

"You...be careful!"

Not for Tang Gang, not for Marshal Song and Ms. Yao, not for Lan Yuan and Li Banxia... This sentence comes from the heart of Song Ci. It is extremely sincere and extremely rare.

It's a pity that Miss Tang Fan didn't realize it.

She clutched the Tang knife that was exactly the same as the knife, and led another group of soldiers, surrounding Tao Qingxi, and walked step by step towards the center of the house.

There was no hesitation or looking back.

Although he did not have the blessing of glasses modeling technology, he was as smart as Tang Fan. He had figured out all the layout of the building while he was in the monitoring center.

This walk is like your own back garden.

Three to five minutes later, Song Ci, who was far away in the monitoring center, heard the familiar sound of a black iron knife cutting through red gold.

She is worthy of being a mecha caster. A professional tool like the Black Iron Knife is so docile in her hands.

Not only were the compasses on the floor neat and tidy, Tang Fan also made three small round holes on the side.

Back and forth, only ten seconds.

This operation is completely suffocating.

Especially compared to the one they opened in the North 12th District...