Half of the factory collapsed on the open space outside the factory.

Death Knell, Deadpool and Harley quickly evacuated from the burning factory to the open space, and turned around to look at the messy factory in front of them. Harley and Deadpool looked at each other and whistled, slapped.

"Great, we're still alive!" Halle shouted.

"We need to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate when we go back," Deadpool said. "Well... wait, I think we're missing something."

"Do you mean we still lack three teammates and haven't withdrawn?" Deadpool's other personality said in his heart.

Deadpool slapped his forehead: "Ah, by the way! Are we still missing a few people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a green light had pierced the wreckage of the building and rushed out, as if a meteor was passing through the sky. Eric flew out from the ground with his hands, with the black manta ray and the death shot, and landed towards the place where the other three of the team were.

Deadpool whistled: "Do you know, man, you look so cool! I think I should get a rocket backpack or something."

The crisis was not resolved. A heavy roar rang out of the ruins that Eric rushed out, and the wreckage was broken from the inside, and a huge steel body rushed out from the ground. The three tall mechas rose up with dazzling tail flames. The artificial eyes seemed to have a cold gaze as if they were emitting in their eyes.

Their attention soon focused on the team again, and the leading mecha sent an order through the speaker: "Instructions - to eradicate all terrorists and execute them on the spot!"

"Hey, man, they seem to say they want to eradicate us." Deadpool narrowed his eyes and slowly pulled out the sword behind him, "I think we should give them some color."

But Death Knell stretched out his arms to block him, signaling him not to take action.

"Wait." Death Knell said lightly, "Let's see how capable this kid is now."

Just as they were talking, Eric had already shot out, and the cement under his feet suddenly cracked when he took off. The three mecha targets locked on him at the same time, spitting out dazzling flames at him like a roar, but they were all blocked by the close-fitting green light force field.

Eric still has not recovered his memory, but the only way to fight seems to wake up with his fighting intention. He wants to help his current teammates, but does not want to see them die in front of him. It seems that this desire has caused the armor synchronization rate to rise again.

As for how to operate this set of armor, the method seems to be recorded in the armor's own memory. When the neural link is consolidated again, Yamozhuo's armor itself helped him recall the fighting style.

It was like a sharp knife piercing out of the rain of bullets. Eric flashed in front of the red mecha in the middle. The other party hurriedly tried to operate the bulky body and retreated. The speed was no different from a turtle in Eric's eyes. Eric raised his right hand, and a long iron chain formed out of thin air. An iron ball full of spikes hung and threw it forward hard. But with a crisp "clang" sound, the armor on the mecha's chest was sunk deeply, and he raised his head and collapsed.

But at this moment, a black shell flew from behind Eric and hit his back suddenly. Although the shrapnel failed to penetrate the force field of the green light, the shock wave blew him like a strong wind and fell down, and a "bang" sounded into the cement ground.

"Don't make unnecessary resistance anymore." Another mecha pointed at Eric's direction with a large-caliber muzzle, walked towards him with heavy metal steps, and said, "Submit immediately, we won't make things difficult for you."

"It's like we have any choices." The dead crow on the side hummed.

From the very beginning, the suicide squad had such a rule - it must not fall into the hands of any force. If the team member is caught and there is a risk of leaking the secret, the Tianyan will press the detonation button when he has no choice but to detonate the member's head instantly.

However, in fact, the new suicide squad controlled by Victor now has only dead shots. Black Manta and Halle loaded bombs on the back of their necks. Eric, who joined temporarily, and in fact, Death Knell and Deadpool, who were just mercenaries, were not covered by this insurance.

But no matter what, surrendering on the spot will definitely not be considered. Eric, who was bombarded into the ground by a shot, stood up like nothing happened, moved his neck, and turned his head to look at the mecha behind him.

In an instant, green light flashed out of thin air, and a sharp lightning slashed through the air, slashing through the red mecha's arm holding the cannon barrel. A green light blade that could not even see clearly was cut off the steel arm like thunder, and the broken limb was thrown into the air.

The green energy in the crack pit of the cement ground bloomed like a lotus, and the afterimage left a scorching stream on everyone's retina and rushed to the center of the three mecha formations.

In a brief moment of pause, the simulated light ring has completed a comprehensive scan of the mecha body structure. According to the feedback of the results, the cockpit is located exactly in the abdominal cavity.

"Output power is 100%...charged."

The high concentration of green energy was pulled out along the limbs, quickly filled into the lamp ring, turning into a dazzling light flow and rushing out. The beam of light was divided into three along the way, like green tentacles shooting towards the abdomen of the three mechas. And just as the moment they were about to touch their shells, each tentacle suddenly opened, like a deformed claw, inserted into the body's abdomen, violently wrapped around the entire cockpit and dragged it out of the body.

Eric landed gently, and the three arrogant behemoths stopped immediately as if they were being taken out of their hearts and were fixed in their original place.

Death Knell chuckled: "There are two more brushes."

Harley screamed: "Wow, did you see it? That was so handsome!"

Eric took a deep breath and released back to normal mode. The three mecha drivers sat in the stripped cockpit, at a loss.

"Good job, kid... no, it should be said to be quite beautiful."

He walked forward, patted his shoulder, then raised the barrel of the arm without saying a word, and before Eric had time to react, he shot three times in a row, and the three drivers died.
Chapter completed!