The Thing About Me Being a Humanoid on Girls' Frontline

But at this moment, the fat technician sitting in the back smashed through the car door.

He weighed several hundred kilograms and jumped out of the car when it lost control. Even the UMP sisters who were standing a hundred meters away could hear a dull sound as if something heavy fell to the ground.

UMP45's eyes flickered when he heard this sound: "This weight is not what ordinary humans can have."

"People who can reach this weight are not as 'thin' as he looks."

The super fat man who looks like a walking fat pig to others is obviously not heavy enough in the judgment of UMP45.

And after jumping out of the car, the fat technician was neither dizzy nor injured, but panicked and looked around with extreme vigilance.

At the same time UMP45 noticed that his eyes were shining with a mechanical blue light.

"It looks like we'll have to work hard to get rid of him."

The next second, the fat technician looked in the direction of UMP45 and UMP9 with eyes shining with blue light.

The visual detector completely marked the location where the two were hiding to Fat Technician!

"Just relying on you few tactical dolls to kill me?"

The sound of the mechanical engine driving sounded without warning, and the fat man weighing more than 300 catties ruthlessly rushed towards UMP9 standing outside.

Chapter 485 UMP45's Invincible Defense Power

After seeing the fat technician jumping at him, UMP9 stepped back and fired at him.

She raised the gun in her hand and aimed at the huge meat ball rushing in front of her, and pulled the trigger. The magazine printed bullets that matched the caliber of the branded weapon, and struck towards the body of the fat technician.

No matter how fast human beings are, they are not as fast as bullets. No matter how hard the human biological skin is, they cannot withstand the attack of bullets, so the bullets can easily tear the fat technician's skin.

The bullet hit the target exactly, but there was no drop of blood flowed out after the hit, and the wounded didn't have any pain reaction, instead they took advantage of this short time to stand in front of UMP9!

"It's so fast!" UMP9 looked surprised when he saw the giant man attacking him.

The speed of UMP9 is not as good as him!

The fat and bloated technician stood in front of UMP9, his whole body was as huge as a mountain, his pale arms turned red like boiled crabs, and he punched UMP9's body continuously.

There are no special rules or techniques, just random punches aimed at the head, heart, abdomen, limbs, and thighs.

Under the dynamic vision of UMP9, this fat man seems to have grown three heads and six arms, and the six pairs of arms shot afterimages and blasts of air, bombarding UMP9's weak body.

A fist like a cannonball hit UMP9's body, kicking his entire body like a ball, and his body hit the scarred wall inside the building, splashing thick dust and powder.

The fat technician turned to look at UMP45.The skin all over his body was crimson, and his whole body was emitting hot steam, like a ghost in a folk horror story in East Asia and Japan.

The red ghost looked at UMP45 with a calm face, and roared, "She's dead, now it's your turn!"

He arched his body, his arms bent in an L shape, and bursts of heat spewed out from his shoulders, back, thighs, and ankles, and he began to sprint towards the position of UMP45.

"Go away, stay away from Miss 45!"

The technician thought that UMP9, who was killed by himself, held the branded weapon with one hand, and pressed the trigger with his finger to let the bullets ejected from the gun fully automatic to pour out the firepower.

The transformation of doll-branded weapons is indeed like using simple old-fashioned weapons for dolls of this era. However, 2060 is 2060 no matter what.

The weapons of the tactical dolls that seem to have a history of decades or hundreds of years are manufactured by imitating the firearms of the same name with the material science and military technology of the 2060 era, but they are in vain

And the mysterious tactical humanoid branding system will increase the rate of fire, power and other aspects of its own firearms based on this characteristic.

The golden printed bullets struck like a torrential rain, continuously hitting the thick fat on his body, tearing holes one after another that would not bleed, tearing off the human skin covering his body in an instant.

The steamed red arms are heavy but strong, master-level industrial power heavy arms that are capable of doing strength work or precision surgery.

The bloated beer belly is bulletproof armor against bullets, and the multi-layered fat on the chin is a neck cushioning device stacked with soft industrial materials.

"Oh?" UMP45 showed an expression as if he saw something good: "It's not the styles that are common in the market today, you DIY it yourself?"

A bullet just happened to tear open the virtual sounding device loaded by the fat technician, roaring with a mechanical synthesized voice: "I'm going to tear off your skin and make it my new skin!!"

He didn't care about why UMP9 was safe and sound, and he didn't look far away, but sprinted towards UMP45's position.

The firepower of those bullets is still too weak compared to his armor.

The engine of the whole body exploded with overloaded red light, and the shoulders and elbows ejected 20cm long golden tail flames to increase the speed to the extreme. The mechanized iron fist hammered at UMP45's flat chest with a sonic boom!

In the past, he used this simple action countless times to tear up many people who looked down on him!

The policemen chasing him, the exiled refugees, the infected, and the police tactical dolls or self-discipline dolls with wrong minds were all smashed into two pieces by his fist.

The moment when the flesh and blood were separated was the most fulfilling and happiest moment for him, and even this kind of happiness far exceeded the sense of accomplishment he had achieved in his own work.

This fragile tactical figure will be broken into two pieces like those who were torn apart by his own hands before, or the whole body will be blown to pieces, with the head and limbs flying around - that is what he likes and looks forward to the most picture!

Die, Tactical Figures

The heavy right fist hit the torso of the tactical humanoid UMP45!

clang! ! !

The sound of metal collisions came from the empty abandoned building, and the fat technician's industrial-powered arm hit the opponent's body

However, the picture in the image did not happen. His industrial heavy arm did not smash the torso of the figure in front of him, and all the impact was absorbed by this thin figure, and the power driven by the engine was only to make her take a few steps back on the ground. .

But he looked at the arm he punched in amazement: his hand was injured instead, several cushioning devices at the elbow and wrist were severely damaged, even the huge arm was deformed, and he could no longer use it. up.

"So hard Hungarian armor!"