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Yang Le knew something about the Sotonagian. These aliens from the planet Sotorag were almost a race of soldiers. Their habits were very similar to another alien race familiar to the public: the Predator.

Like the Predators, the Sotonagians also had an adult ritual, except they needed to hunt assassin robots. Like the Predators, the Sotonagians also used the robots they hunted to make weapons.

Therefore, a Sotonagian's armament is their best wall of honor. You can also judge whether the Sotonagian in front of you is a master or a rookie based on their armament.

Almost all Sotonagians are mercenaries. They believe in getting paid for their work and using any means to achieve their goals, even killing unarmed civilians. In addition, the Sotonagian language is difficult to understand, which has led them to become the best mercenary group in the universe.

They are decisive in killing, efficient in their work, and don't ask too many questions, after all, even if they ask, you may not understand.

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Retracting the arm from his shoulder, Yang Le activated the jetpack on his back and flew into the sky, looking down at the two clumsy mechs.

This behavior suited the mech pilots, after all, if Yang Le stayed on one of their backs, they wouldn't dare to use many of their weapons for fear of killing their own comrades.

"Go to hell, monster!"

The pilot of the mech that Yang Le had been stepping on for a long time grinned and operated the console. The mech's outer shell opened continuously, revealing two machine guns again. With the assistance of the on-board artificial intelligence, the two dark gun muzzles were aimed at Yang Le in the air.

Yang Le didn't care about the machine guns. Instead, he glanced at the fleeing audience. They had started running away when Tony was showing off on stage. There was almost no one left in the area where he was flying.

But even so, Yang Le couldn't let the other party shoot unscrupulously, because there were still many people who hadn't had time to evacuate at the exit. If a stray bullet hit, it might sweep across a large area.

"I'm an expert at dealing with machines." Yang Le placed his hand on the semicircular bulge on his ribs. After it opened, a palm-sized disc popped into his hand, which Yang Le grasped.

The Sotorag armor of the Sotonagians has many of these semicircular bulges, and their function is to store various armaments.

"Behold my wonderful magic tool!"

He threw the disc in his hand. The disc drew a strange angle in the air and then stuck to the mech. After tightly adhering to the mech, the disc emitted a current, and then the entire mech was paralyzed, crashing to the ground with a bang.

"What's going on?" The pilot wiggled the joystick. "Move! Why isn't it moving?"

Unfortunately, no matter how the pilot operated, the mech didn't move at all, as if it had run out of energy. All of this was because of that inconspicuous disc. It was an electrical braking disc developed by the Sotonagians specifically for machines, which could short-circuit a machine in an instant, but the duration wasn't particularly long, but it was enough for Yang Le.

"Kevin, that thing is below you!"

Hearing his companion's voice in the communication device, the pilot named Kevin had no choice. He couldn't even activate the observation camera, and had no idea what was happening outside. Now, this mech, which had given him unparalleled security in the past, had become his iron coffin.

Outside the mech, Yang Le controlled the jetpack to fly to the paralyzed mech, and placed his hand on the hilt of the energy sword on his back. After increasing the output of the energy sword, Yang Le pulled it out.

Under normal circumstances, the blade of the energy sword is only about one meter long. After increasing the output, a two-meter-long and one-meter-wide door-panel giant sword appeared in Yang Le's hand. Wielding this giant sword, which was as light as a feather, Yang Le chopped off the mech's four legs with two strikes.

Once again putting the energy sword back into its sheath, Yang Le pressed his hands on the main body of the mech. As the armor on his arms deformed and reorganized, the originally unremarkable arm armor now turned into a pair of terrifying giant claws.

"Ha!"

With a sudden force, with the blessing of the giant claws, Yang Le actually tore the main body of the mech in half. Kevin, sitting in the cockpit, slid out like an egg yolk and egg white being cracked out of an eggshell, sitting on the ground blankly looking at Yang Le in front of him.

The battle wasn't over yet. After putting down the wreckage in his hand, Yang Le turned to look at the other mech. While Yang Le was tearing the mech apart, the other party took the opportunity to deploy all the armaments on the mech.

Two machine guns, two six-missile launchers, these armaments that could win a small war were all aimed at Yang Le alone.

"Comparing armaments with me?" The corner of Yang Le's face hidden under the mask curled up. "You're still too tender."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Le also deployed all the armaments on his body.

With his hands held flat, the armor on his arms deformed again, this time turning from giant claws into two hand cannons like Rockman. The two arms on his shoulders each held an energy pistol. The semicircles on both sides of his thighs opened, revealing two energy pistols, which also began to warm up under the control of the armor. Four cables extended from the jetpack on his back, and the red inverted triangle infrared sight aimed at the mech. The armor on his ribs opened, and four mechanical appendages extended, each holding a different type of grenade.

The semicircles on the outside of his calves also opened, and two missiles aimed straight at the mech. This was all of Yang Le's current long-range armament. Even without counting the melee armament, it completely crushed the mech on the opposite side.

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"I'll give you three seconds to surrender." Yang Le said to the pilot. "I don't like you terrorists, don't give me a chance to blast you into slag."

"Then come on, you monster!" The pilot was not afraid of Yang Le's threat and resolutely pressed the launch button. For a time, the roar was endless.

"I gave you a chance." Yang Le looked at the bullets and missiles falling on his energy shield, and launched an attack after the other party's attack stopped.

The three-meter-high metal behemoth was riddled with holes in just five seconds. Although Yang Le's words were resolute, he actually controlled his firepower. It wasn't because he was afraid of killing the pilot, but because going all out might collapse the stadium, and then he might bury himself inside.

Flinging out the energy saw in his left hand, Yang Le easily cut open the outer shell of the mech wreckage, and kicked open the outer shell, revealing the cockpit inside. Yang Le saw a pilot who was already delirious. This guy was lucky, he only lost an arm under that kind of firepower.

Looking at the terrorist bleeding profusely, Yang Le dragged him out of the cockpit and kindly cauterized the wound on his severed arm with the energy saw. After the other party's wailing, he stopped the bleeding for him, and then threw him aside. Next is loot time.