Counterfeit Hero

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The fat man who was busy teasing Bonnie suddenly saw Bonnie's face changed drastically, and his heart sank. He had no time to think about it in a hurry. [Logic] The thruster under his butt suddenly opened, and his legs flicked, and the mecha was like a cannon that was ignited in the sky. , suddenly flipped backwards and shot out.

Almost at the same time, the last two [Warhammers] swooping over had already opened fire with all their strength, regardless of the distance. The roaring energy cannon pulled out two fiery red flames, screaming, and narrowly passed by [Logic]'s feet.

The [Logic] that had just escaped the disaster had not yet fallen, but there were two more dense energy shells composed of flames swaying, drawing a death arc from the ground to the sky. This was fired by two [Warhammers] that had just been thrown into the bushes by landmines. They had stood up again. Although the action system of the mecha was damaged, this did not affect the energy cannons on them at this moment. Form a crossfire with your teammates.

Two up and two down, four energy cannon rays formed a net of death, completely covering [Logic].

"***!" The fat man suddenly pulled the joystick and clicked on the keyboard with his right hand at high speed. The crackling sound was like a high-pitched and intense piece of music. The [Logic] in the air stood up and forcibly performed a somersault.

"Boom, boom!" Two energy shells hit [Logic], and the blue energy shield suddenly flashed with yellow light.

[Logic]'s body stagnated, and the auxiliary thrusters were fully opened again. The mecha's head and feet were like a missile launched by a land-based fighter, and it suddenly shot down towards the ground. When it was about to touch the ground, [Logic]'s entire body His body had curled up, and his arms were like springs. He pressed them on the ground, took advantage of the situation and rolled up, like a big bird, and threw himself into the bushes in the distance.

These few times of dodge changes, the rabbit rises and falls extremely quickly.

Four [Warhammers] fired at close range and quickly, almost grazing [Logic]'s body as they flashed by. In the series of explosions, an entire jungle was razed to the ground in an instant.

By the time [Warhammer]'s muzzle turned, [Logic] had already opened a safe distance.

[Warhammer] stopped shooting, and the place was eerily silent for a while.

Such a close distance, such rapid shooting, such a tight bullet net, the shabby [Warcraft] actually came out of the gap of the killing net composed of four flames at the critical moment, and the series of actions were as if they were planned. The laser beam that traces the trajectory is incredibly precise.

The four [Warhammers] understood that this shabby [Warcraft] was definitely not something that a few of them could keep. As long as he wanted, he could disappear from his eyes at any time, so they chose to cease fire.

Beside them, the golden [Warhammer] has stood up again.

Esterazi did not immediately join the battle, he just stood there quietly, and the golden [Warhammer] manipulator slowly took off the thick external armor on his body piece by piece.

When the heavy external armor fell on the ground, the golden [Warhammer] revealed its streamlined body glowing with blue light. This is the ultimate form of the fighting [Warhammer]: Esterazi, has already appeared in front of him. This shabby [Warcraft] whose performance was extremely inconsistent with its appearance was placed in a position equal to his own strength.

The golden [Warhammer] suddenly raised its head and shrank its body slightly, like a tiger ready to bite anyone at any time, with fierce murderous aura bursting out from all over its body.

Looking at the golden [Warhammer]'s suddenly raised face with two eyes that looked as if they were real, the fat man's sixth sense, which had been intensively trained, suddenly made Fatty's scalp feel numb, as if he had smelled the danger right under his nose.

The golden [war hammer] moved, and it started incredibly fast, like a sharp arrow shot from a full bow, piercing the air.

At this moment, [Logic's] radar alarm sounded sharply.

On [Logic]'s radar and far-sighted device, the figures of the Dexik Hunter mecha regiment appeared at the same time. Densely packed mechas of all types surged over like a tide, and thick bushes covered thousands of mechas of various types. Under the high-speed rush of armor, it was destroyed, smashed, and trampled into scattered wood and leaves like a pick.

"What a tragedy!" Fatty's face turned pale. This time was different from before. The overwhelming mechas on the radar had completely dispersed. The left and right sides were stretched wide, and the middle was slightly concave, like a The two corners of the big cloth ready to be wrapped have already been stretched, and the protruding mechas on both sides have even crossed the level where the fat man is. As long as the two ends are closed, it will be absolutely impossible for the fat man, even if he has great abilities. Escape from the siege of thousands of mechas.

[Logic] jumped up suddenly, raised his hand towards the golden [Warhammer] that rushed towards him with a single shot, and ran away regardless of whether it hit or not.

Esterazi's hand speed has exceeded forty-five movements per second. The powerful mechanical legs of the golden [Warhammer] suddenly exerted force. The golden [Warhammer] that was charging at high speed smoothly drew an arc and dodged sideways. He fired the energy cannon, but his speed did not slow down at all, and he pounced towards [Logic] like a meteor.

"Boom", the two mechas less than forty meters apart turned on their thrusters almost at the same time.

In the bushes, it was like a roaring thunder exploded. Two mechas that increased their speed to the extreme cut through the dense bushes like waves, one after the other, speeding like lightning.

This time, Fatty felt tremendous pressure, and the engine of [Logic] had already emitted a harsh scream. However, the golden [Warhammer] that followed him was like a god of death carrying a death scythe. No matter how he changed direction or did anything, The fake movements are always like maggots attached to the bones. Not only is the distance not far away, but it is getting closer step by step.

"Beep!"

[Logic]'s mecha computer sounded a sharp alarm, which was a signal that the mecha was locked by the enemy.

The fat man, who had already reached the highest level of hand speed, was shocked. He made a circle with the joystick counterclockwise, stretched out his little finger with his right hand, and clicked the leg joint transmission key on the far right of the keyboard. [Logic] He twisted his foot and turned to one side. , avoiding the roaring artillery shells at the last possible moment.

The energy cannon screamed as it passed by and penetrated into the bushes on the left front of [Logic]. With the explosion of "boom", soil splashed and grass clippings flew everywhere.

The sirens of "Beep", "Beep", "Beep" [logical] are still continuous, the sharpness makes people go crazy, and two energy shells are coming one after another. The dense explosions are like firecrackers, a row It sounded in front of [Logic].

The fat man's eyes were dazzled, and he could no longer increase his hand speed.

[Logic] Running on the ground, rolling and crawling, in a state of embarrassment.

This is the difference, the difference between forty movements per second and forty-five movements per second!

Esterazi sneered. The extra five movements not only ensured that he could react to the prey's change of direction, but also could track and shoot at a rate of two rounds every three seconds, without removing 100% of the total weight of the mecha. Thirty-year-old external armor, the ultimate form of [Warhammer] improves not only the speed, but every indicator. .

If the evasive movements of this [Warcraft] were not too sneaky and unconventional, with such an operational gap, Esterazi could have guaranteed to end the battle within two kilometers.

But now, although the shabby [Warcraft] still relies on strange operations to stay out of the gunfire, Esterazi is still very patient. The distance between him and the prey is shrinking little by little, and on both sides and behind, The hunter mecha regiment, which rushes in at full speed without any scruples, is gradually encircling them. No matter how cunning the fox is, he will eventually fall to the hunter's gun.

"Boom"'s running body shook, and an energy cannon accurately hit its back. The energy shield that only maintained a minimum energy supply in order to increase speed instantly turned light red, and a big hole was filled in the already tattered external armor.

Amidst the sharp sirens, the fat man pulled the joystick and rolled awkwardly, suddenly changing direction and breaking away from the lock of the golden [Warhammer] energy cannon. Then, there were more than ten realistic fake movements left and right, completely making the golden [Warhammer] lost its target, and both sides returned to the previous chasing situation.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, the fat man felt a sudden cramp-like pain in his right hand that had been operating at high speed. After a long battle, his hands finally reached their limit and could no longer maintain the operation of forty movements per second.

Behind him is a golden [Warhammer] less than thirty meters away. On the mecha's radar, there are dense red cursors that are gradually encircling the middle at high speed. On the mecha's computer, there is a yellow warning of a malfunctioning system, and only a hundred energy shields are left. Fifty percent defense.

Pressing the keyboard with his right hand with difficulty, the fat man understood that with such hand speed, it was impossible to turn around and fight for his life. The golden [Warhammer]'s ax just now still makes him tremble when he thinks about it. Turning back at this time is simply asking for death!

"Boom" Another shell passed by, [Logic] jumped sideways, the mecha crushed several small trees. Just as he was about to stand up, the golden [Warhammer] behind him rushed up like lightning, kicking with both feet. , straight to the [logic] vest.

"What should I do?" Seeing the thick bushes outside the mecha separating in front of his eyes like waves, layer after layer, as if it would never end, Fatty's heart sank to the bottom of the cold valley. After containing the enemy for two hours, , I finally fell into a desperate situation. .