Metropolis:Technology Maniacs

the commander did have two brushes. After listening to the short fat man's account of all kinds of gratitude and resentment between him and the three people from different planets on the planet of Delma, he also pondered for a long time.

According to his boss, these three people are really not simple, and listen to his boss's voice, there is absolutely no possibility of negotiation between them, either live or die, there will never be a third possibility.

So how to deal with these three people? The commander thought about it carefully.

Among these three people, the man is undoubtedly a person with super ability, while the two women around him are relatively weak. It seems that they can only start from those two women.

As for how the man will deal with them in the future, that's the future.

And to deal with those two women, face-to-face fighting is certainly not a good way. In the short and fat man's narration, he heard the fighting situation of several special forces instructors surrounding a female alien planet together.

As a military officer, of course, he knows how terrifying their strength is when they join hands to deal with a person.

In this case, they failed to defeat the female of the alien planet, and they had to retreat at a great loss, which made him worried.

According to this situation, even if they, all the personnel in the base work together to deal with this woman, they have no chance of winning. What's more, the women of this alien planet have companions, a woman whose strength is no less than her, and a man whose strength is far superior to her.

The commander thought of this and couldn't help shaking his head. With their current strength, they can't be the opponents of these three people. If they can survive some people, they should be thankful.

In view of this situation, the best way to attack is to kill their vehicles in space.

In any case, this method is more likely to win than to fight them face to face.

While the commander was still thinking, a messenger came in and asked him to accept an urgent document from the capital of Delma.

The commander and the short fat man looked at each other. According to the Convention, their base would also accept various documents from the military command of dema.

But now we are in a period of peace, so there are very few such urgent documents. In the past few decades, no urgent documents have been sent by the military headquarters.

The commander turned on the monitor, and he and the short fat man watched the documents coming from Delma.

This is a video file. You can see from the picture that this is the presidential palace of Delma.

As usual, there was nothing special about the presidential palace. They could even see a guard yawn because of boredom.

Both of them watched with patience.

After a while, a man appeared at the gate of the presidential palace. He was talking to the guard.

Even when the commander was still wondering why he had to record such a lens, he felt that the short fat man beside him was nervous.

The commander understood that this man must be the one from another planet, the one his boss was afraid of.

It was this man who let his boss, who was always arrogant and despotic because of his high position and power, fled here in a hurry.

The commander continued to watch the next frame.

He could hardly believe what his eyes saw. Was that man or man in the picture?

Looking at his ghostly figure in the presidential palace, the cold and merciless massacre, his exquisite and ruthless killing methods in the face of a large group of guards and well-trained agents, and the corpses and bloodstains left by his passing places, the commander felt the fear and shock from his heart.

He can't handle this man!

The commander laughed bitterly in his heart. He couldn't even describe the opponent he was about to meet with.

The short fat man kept watching his face next to the commander. At last, he was very helpless to find that the commander already had fear in his heart.

Short fat man does not blame him, no matter what kind of person, in the face of that monster general man, he will feel afraid.

"Now you can see," the short fat man said hoarsely, "do you have any good methods?"

The commander laughed bitterly and shook his head. He didn't want to perfunctorily the boss in front of him. He asked a wrong answer: "I'm very strange. How did you get such an opponent?"

"You don't have a good way?" The short fat man did not answer the same question.

"No," the commander replied bluntly to the short fat man's question: "you see, such a man," the commander took a hard swallow: "is he still a man?" He asked the short fat man.

The short fat man nodded and shook his head.The commander didn't understand what the short fat man's action meant at the moment, but he still said it to himself.

"Even if he is a person, he is also a person with super ability, and I, and my subordinates can only be regarded as the strong among ordinary people, but in the final analysis, we are still ordinary people."

The commander laughed bitterly: "we can even say that our skills and the strength of the president's bodyguards in the presidential palace are not too different, but you can see that those people have no ability to fight back under his command, and they can only be at his command."

"According to what you mean, we will sit here and wait for these three people to clean us up?" The short fat man's tone was flat.

Of course, the commander recognized the dissatisfaction in the short fat man's voice, and he quickly denied it.

"No, no, it's not like what you said," the commander thought for a moment and thought it was better to tell the truth: "although all the people on our base are not the opponents of these three alien people, we will still try our best to ensure your safety. You can rest assured."

"You are not their opponents any more. How can you protect me?" the dwarf snorted

"I mean, before three people arrive, you must flee again and leave this nameless planet."

The commander looked at the short fat man with some sincerity in his voice: "you just need to avoid them in this period of time. They are from different planets and will not stay on Delma for a long time. When they are gone, you can come back and continue your life."

"And when I run away, you won't have to fight these three people from other planets. You might even become friends, right?" The short fat man ignored the commander's good intentions, and he sneered bitterly.

"No," the commander looked into the short fat man's eyes. "I assure you in the honor of a soldier that we will never do anything like that."

"And we will take the lead in attacking them!"

"In any way, whether it's to protect you or defend this satellite, it's our responsibility."