Sinkalilan, the suicide squad broke into the factory.

One minute ago, three red armors pierced the ceiling and fell into the basement. Now, the place has been removed so much that it is almost impossible to tell. The three mechas carry nearly exaggerated guns and cannons, and the powerful firepower has forced the team members to have no room for counterattack. The incendiary bombs ignited the entire space, and everyone desperately shrank their heads behind the cover, and the sound of the cover being shot into a sieve in their ears.

Eric also tried to activate the armor and tried to step forward to fight these three machines. Unfortunately, he has not only completely forgotten the way of fighting, but also because he has no will to fight at all, and even maintains a nerve link with the armor.

Who am I? Should I really appear here and fight with these people in front of me?

If not, where should I belong?

The full of doubts caused him to hesitate in the battle, and it can even be said that he had almost no intention of fighting. After being hit by a stray bullet, Eric's body was blown up in the air, and his armor was thrown out of the middle of the explosion of fire, smashing a huge piece on the ground.

"Wow, these are amazing." Shooting dead, shrank his head behind a collapsed titanium wall, muttering, "Our 'last card' was just knocked down, you really are, Victor."

"Squad, report on the situation." Victor's voice came from the other side again, "How is yours now?"

"What do you think, man?" Death Sho replied impatiently, "The big robot is firing at us."

"Do you know what they are from?"

"They are big and are firing at us, what else do you want to know?" said Death Sho, dissatisfied, "We have to withdraw."

"Wait, you can't leave yet! There are things you must bring out in there."

"Sorry, boss, the signal here doesn't seem to be very good, I can't hear you clearly."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Victor to reply, and he immediately cut off the communication.

Maybe after going back, the other party will be furious at him and ask him to eat a few more years of prison, or worse, the other party may directly press the damn bomb button to detonate the nanobomb in his neck - but now he doesn't care. If he continues to stay here, he will undoubtedly be blown into pieces again, the only end.

He poked out half of his head and looked out. The whole room was in a sea of ​​fire, with bullets densely covered with rain of bullets, and stray bullets splashed everywhere. The flames of the incendiary bomb rendered the whole room red like a gorgeous giant screen, and also obscured most of the vision.

Theoretically, in this case, the enemy should only be shooting randomly and cannot confirm their position if the enemy does not have thermal imaging.

The dead-shooting eyes locked onto the elevator door a few steps away.

He couldn't help but stumble, crawled to the elevator door, and tried to pry open it.

"Where are you going to go, shoot dead?" Black Manta saw his actions through the fire and shouted.

"Where do you think you're going? Of course, it's a way to go." Death Shooting, "Now we only have this one left to go - everyone, retreat from the elevator shaft with me!"

Everyone quickly leaned over to avoid the rain of bullets and came here. Death Knell, Deadpool and Harley jumped into the elevator shaft one after another and climbed up the cable. Just before the death shot was about to enter, Black Manta grabbed him.

"Wait," Black Manta reminded, "that boy didn't come."

"What?" Death Sho turned around and looked at the black manta gaze, but after seeing the choking black smoke, Eric was still lying in the center of the crack that had just been smashed, and it seemed that he had no intention of rising.

The stray bullet that was facing me just now made Eric's head feel dizzy and his whole body was so sore that he couldn't get up. A warning of "Neural Link Abnormal" popped up on the monitor in front of him, and the armor had no response for the time being.

Maybe it's because he's resisting armor.

In fact, Eric himself hates fighting, and it can even be said that he is escaping from fighting. He has no idea who he is, but his body instinctively remembers one thing - if he continues to fight with this armor, things will become irreversible, and may even be more terrifying than death.

As evidence that he was actually resisting the armor of the Asia Demon in his subconscious mind, the synchronization rate between him and the armor was shown on the helmet screen at this moment, which was only 10%.

He closed his eyes gently.

He was tired and didn't want to worry about his identity anymore. Anyway, if he died here, no matter what the problem would have happened, right?

However, just as he had almost given up and wanted to die here, the two of them braved the guns and returned to him through the fire.

Seeing the moment when he came back to save his death shot and the black manta ray, Eric couldn't help but be stunned: "Why are you? Haven't you already withdrawn?"

He rolled his eyes when he cried: "Don't ask, or I might change my mind in a while - God knows why I was persuaded by this dark guy and ran back to save you."

"Shut up, shoot dead." Black Manta said, helping Eric up, "We are a team, and we should share life and death with each other. We cannot leave any team member behind."

"Although I don't want to ruin your excitement, you have always been the only one who thinks that way." Killer muttered, "There is no team at all."

The two of them raised Eric, one left and one right, and slowly walked towards the elevator. From time to time, shrapnel splashed past several people, dragging the tail flame into the broken wall or the ground, which was extremely exciting.

"You can go by yourself," Eric said, "There is no need to worry about me."

"You are a member of our team." Black Manta said lightly, "and I'm not good at leaving my teammates."

Eric was silent.

Am I a member of this team?

Suddenly, he felt different. It was as if until now, he had been alone in this strange world, but now, he suddenly had a belonging.

Even if it's just to save your teammates who are willing to risk fire and bullets, isn't this enough to be a reason for the battle?

The elevator door was approaching, and it seemed that it was only a few steps away. But at this moment, a stray bullet roared over the heads of several people and threw it into the elevator shaft. With a "boom", it exploded, and dazzling flames spewed out from the elevator door, and the shock wave overturned the three of them to the ground.

The huge soles of feet fell behind them with a clang. The mecha that stood tall and far away noticed their movements at some point, and the black gun barrel had pointed at their heads.

"It's time to choose a god to pray." Shoo glanced at Black Manta and said, "I guess it's time to choose a god to pray."

"Bang!"

The mecha pulled the trigger, and the gun barrel bounced violently backwards under the action of recoil. The open flame exploded from the muzzle like a lotus. The shells dragged the trajectory of the fire and flew down the top of the heads, surging momentum.

However, the expected scene of flesh and blood flying did not appear.

"boom!"

The flame suddenly appeared, the shells disintegrated in the violent impact, and shrapnel flew out everywhere. Death shots and black manta rays rushed down with their heads in their arms, but the expected impact did not come - a transparent green shield emerged out of thin air, and the artillery fire and shrapnel were all stopped.

"Netplete, green light mode is online."

Eric, who was lit with a green light, had a mark symbolizing a green light floating on his chest, and the appearance of the armor had changed drastically. He looked directly at several huge mechas several times higher than him with a cold and sharp look, and his momentum was completely different from the previous one.

He cumed to the corner of his mouth: "Okay, I think it's time to take back my prayer and see God."
Chapter completed!