The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

UMP45 and UMP40 also saw clearly the face of the driver who controlled the motorcycle.

——That's an M16A1 with white hair for some reason!

Chapter 436 The Out-of-Control Butterfly

Beak was reborn, and was reborn with her motorcycle.

——So Iron Blood made a misjudgment.

But it was actually the M16A1 that defeated Beak: After defeating Beak, she used the master key Pascal gave her to decipher Beak's locomotive and turn it into her own transportation.

And by chance, I met UMP45 & UMP40 who have not left yet.

"I didn't expect to meet you here."

Meeting is fate, M16A1 simply gave up hiding and covering up, and prepared to make a big fuss!

Recognizing the face of M16A1, the lady threw away the Colt revolver, turned the chainsaw tomahawk, and ran towards the M16A1.

And M16A1 also saw the reborn lady, she laughed and scolded: "You are really as tough as a cockroach." Then twisted the accelerator of the motorcycle vigorously, and sprinted towards the murderous lady!

Drag the rotating ax blade to aim the chainsaw battle ax with golden sparks at the speeding motorcyclist!

But at this time, M16A1 showed a faint smile on his face.

In the feeling of M16A1, it seems that the whole world has started to slow down——

The motorcycle itself, the movement of the lady, the twirling teeth of the chainsaw and the tomahawk, and the astonished expressions of the judges, UMP45, UMP40 in the distance.

"Is this the feeling of Orc's blood? It's incredible power."

An unprecedented sense of power surged through M16A1's torso.

At the same time, the black exoskeleton combat uniform worn under the clothes is suddenly injected with the violent combat potion specially designed for human figures, which improves the combat effectiveness of M16A1 again!

In such a state, he decisively let go of the control of the motorcycle and leaped in the air, avoiding the lady's chain saw axe.

And in the air, she calmly took off the grenade on her body and threw it towards the ground.

Yes - not toward the dame or the judge, but toward the ground.

These grenades flashed with red light, and after landing, they stuck to the ground like landmines, and at the same time, the red light increased.

Neither an explosion nor a cloud was released, and it appears to have had no effect.

And M16A1 also adjusted its posture in the air, sat on the motorcycle again, then stretched out its hand to the Colt revolver and put it on the back seat of the car.

"Yeah? This is it?"

"Hold my waist tight!"

Colt Revolver, who was a little confused at first, came back to his senses after hearing the serious voice of M16A1, and hugged M16A1 tightly.

"It came just fine."

After seeing this scene, the judge no longer cared about UMP45 and UMP40, and walked towards M16A1 slowly.

"I want to see how you beat me."

The automatic artillery on the judge's back began to shoot at the position of M16A1, but M16A1 controlled the motorcycle to avoid its artillery attack.

The wheels of the motorcycle rubbed against the ground, and the M16A1 lifted the front wheel of the motorcycle and began to hit the front of the judge.

"That's what I knew." The judge sneered, and then opened his purple shield, trying to intercept M16A1.

M16A1 looked at the judge, and the judge also looked at M16A1. The two of them were engrossed in a kind of "come on, whoever loves you" temperament.

So neither of them noticed UMP40 at this moment - she suddenly rushed towards the judge's back.

UMP40 squeezed the judge's slender neck tightly with his elbows, and at the same time his legs were wrapped around the judge's body, holding her tightly and not letting go.

"Go save 45!" UMP40 shouted at M16A1.

"Do you think you can control me with your strength?"

The judge grabbed UMP40 behind him, but before touching 40, the judge suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

"I'm not an ordinary tactical doll, I'm an electronic warfare doll." UMP40 said with a smile, "There's no way to paralyze you, but it's still enough to slow you down for a few seconds."

But that's all there is to control time.

The judge's silver eyes quickly regained clarity:

"Don't be ashamed of this level of electronic warfare technology!!!"

The short-looking judge pulled UMP40 off her back with a grab from the back, and then threw her hard in front of her.

Metal boots pressed against UMP40's belly.Under the weight, UMP40 vomited a mouthful of blood.

"waste time!"

The judge, who was delayed for a few seconds, looked at M16A1, controlling the artillery and shields to try to intercept her.

But the M16A1 lowered the motorcycle: it lay across the ground like an acrobatic, and directly passed the judge's interception.

At the same time, a string of red grenades with unknown effects were dropped and stuck to the walls and the ground.

UMP45, covered in blood, stood up slowly, but saw the M16A1 driving a motorcycle coming towards him.