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This was not the case with even one of the most ferocious human offensives.

It began to panic and become irritable. While asking for help from the gluttonous army, it began to frantically throw troops to reinforce the battlefield.

Among them are not only mass-produced expendable combat robots, but also large robots similar to anti-Hulk armor and giant combat robots developed by Shaw Industries.

This time, Ultron almost took out all the things at the bottom of the press box for a desperate fight.

Under such a crazy offensive of the omnics, the front line in the Overwatch area was pushed back by a kilometer.

"Hey man, are these omnics crazy?"

Facing the dense barrage, McCree, who looked like a cowboy, had to tumble into a trench to catch his breath.

"This is the last madness. As long as we can bear it, we are not far from victory."

Reinhardt, who was not far away, responded with a roar.

"Then how long do you think your shield can last?"

As soon as McCree finished speaking, Reinhardt's energy shield shattered, and he had to retreat into the trenches temporarily.

"Okay, look at my crow's mouth."

McCree spread his hands helplessly and fired a shot without looking back.

"boom!"

"Zizzi"

In the distance, an omnic slipped through the net and his head shattered with one shot.

"Wow, your marksmanship is really accurate."

Reinhardt panted tiredly, not forgetting to praise McCree.

"hehe"

McCree smiled indifferently and said helplessly, "No matter how accurate it is, I can't stand the bullet. It's just my last bullet."

"Oh, what a bad situation, maybe you should go to the rear and resupply first."

Reinhardt suggested.

"It doesn't matter, buddy, this is a battlefield, and there is no shortage of weapons. On the contrary, if you lose your big shield, you won't have any supplies."

McCree smiled confidently, showing optimism.

"My body is a shield."

Reinhardt patted the heavy armor on his body, then propped himself up with a sledgehammer, put on his helmet again, and said, "Okay, my comrades need me, I'm going to continue fighting."

"Good luck."

McCree also put on his tattered cowboy hat after speaking.

"When the war is over, let's have a coffee together, I'll treat you."

After Reinhardt finished speaking, the booster of the engine armor rushed into the omnic pile.

"I don't like drinking this hot mud."

McCree laughed to himself, then took advantage of Reinhardt to attract fire, and tactically tumbled into another trench, quickly looking for a weapon in hand.

But I didn't expect a "Hey!" sound.

A missile flew into the trench and exploded.

Even though McCree dodged quickly, his left hand was unfortunately blown off.

"Uh"

After crawling out of the blast pit with difficulty, McCree endured the pain and tore off a strip of cloth to make a hemostatic bandage on his bloody left hand.

As a result, the house leaked and it rained overnight.

A large robot five or six meters high appeared in front of him and raised its energy cannon to it.

"Unfortunate but at least I still have a gun"

Even though the tall figure gave him a strong sense of oppression, McCree was still not afraid of danger.

With all his strength, he grabbed a gun next to him and shot a headshot at the robot.

"click"

There is no bullet in the gun!

"Oh no, this is a big joke."

The unlucky McCree finally lost his optimism.

After all, it's about to die now!

The large robot did not understand his mood, but quickly charged up the energy cannon.

Your gun has no bullets, but mine has plenty!

"Poor Ashe is widowed"