Hardcore crisis

Wearing a triangular metal mechanical helmet, an exoskeleton human auxiliary prosthesis to enhance strength, a composite body armor, and holding a G36 automatic rifle, Eric and Carson stood in the middle and became the focus of everyone's attention.

"It really is……"

Even though Chen Ran had watched it many times in the past ten minutes, he still couldn't help being shocked every time his eyes moved to the two of them. I'm afraid Americans can't put this kind of mature exoskeleton equipment into practical applications, right?

Who is his new boss?

Chen Ran was still surprised. Eric, who quickly browsed the manual, looked at the drone in the box, slowly raised his hand, and activated one of the options.

Sure enough, as soon as the command was issued, the palm-sized "Little Falcon" (MC-1) drone in the box immediately started and flew quickly, gliding rapidly in the warehouse like a swallow, but could not hit any obstacles. The dexterous and agile movements of the objects are so stunning that one is stunned.

But the real surprise was not the others, but the seven people wearing the "Ranger Neuromechanical Helmets" present. The image data transmitted back by the "Little Falcon" drone was instantly transmitted among the seven people, forming a small window on the left side of the viewing angle, which was exactly the picture being monitored in real time on the drone.

That is to say, through this palm-sized drone, everyone can share drone perspective data, and this is just one drone!

Thinking of this, Eric immediately started the other two "Little Falcon" drones. As expected, with the appearance of three small windows, they were able to choose the perspective of a drone at will. This function contributed too much to combat. Terrible.

"Open the warehouse door."

Eric explained to Chen Ran, and Chen Ran ordered.

The warehouse door opens slowly. Under Eric's command, the three drones flew out of the gate fiercely. The three afterimages could not be seen clearly, and they had already flown to an altitude of about a hundred meters.

Looking down from a high altitude, this kind of perspective is not something ordinary people can see, overlooking the entire camp. Three "Little Falcon" drones instantly marked everyone in the camp outside. They only needed to give instructions. Standing in the warehouse, they could understand all the conditions of the entire camp and monitor them in real time, and they could also zoom in. Anywhere.

For example, at this moment, Eric zoomed in on the guy on the sentry post, who was lazily smoking a cigarette. He had no idea that his laziness had been noticed.

Due to its small size, the "Little Falcon" drone is more suitable for shuttling in narrow alleys and indoors. Also due to its size, it uses a high-polymer battery and has a battery life of only five hours. The "Falcon" (SF-1) UAV is 120cm in size and can stay at high altitudes for up to 27 hours, making it more suitable for high-altitude surveillance of the battlefield.

Eric just briefly understood the working relationship of this set of equipment, and he was completely shocked. He couldn't imagine how much this equipment was worth, only for him to retire as a special forces member. I deeply understand that the information coordination and data link assistance of this equipment are too advanced. Although there is no actual combat comparison of its help in special operations, it can be expected to be extremely useful.

This equipment obviously also attracted Ivy's attention. Her previous carelessness gradually faded away, and her brows became serious. She gave an order, and Carson had no choice but to take off his equipment and put it on for her.

"It actually has such an effect."

After less than ten minutes of experience, Ivy became more and more interested. She stepped forward and grabbed the railing of the truck. With a slight exertion, the whole truck shook slightly, and she actually lifted it a few centimeters.

With another effort, the truck made a creaking sound and slowly lifted off the ground in a stunned manner. Following the movement of Ivy's shoulders, the truck's butt was more than ten centimeters above the ground, forming a forward-lying posture. On the ground, the embarrassing situation of buttocks in the air.

"boom!"

Putting it down casually, the truck slammed to the ground, shaking the ground and causing dust to roll around.

This is the powerful power of the HAL-1 individual soldier exoskeleton human auxiliary prosthesis. As long as one wears it, a person can immediately transform into the strongest Hercules in history, and can carry hundreds of kilograms of supplies per hour. At a speed of 30 kilometers, it takes 10 hours to run in complex geographical environments!

It is far from being described as powerful in terms of performance.

Even though Ivy often looks careless, she is still afraid and horrified by the performance of this equipment. If nothing else, with this set of equipment for these seven people, as long as she does not fight hard and uses late-night beheading tactics, her men will Hundreds of people lost their lives without even being able to see the shadow of the enemy. And even if it was a head-on fight, in this dense forest, Ivy had strong doubts that hundreds of her men could kill one of the opponents before their morale collapsed.

During the battle, as long as the battlefield information is fully controlled by the enemy, it will be invincible. In a complex environment like the forest, the usefulness of this set of equipment has been greatly improved. Seven people defeated the hundreds of trash under her. No exaggeration.

"Chichi...there's something going on outside."

Naturally, the entire camp will not be all guarded by Indonesian pirates. The secret places are monitored by "Pan Rock" personnel 24 hours a day. If something is wrong, before Ivy's useless subordinates can report it, there has been news here. News is coming.

"What's wrong?"

"have some problem."

Chen Ran lowered his head and looked at the surveillance image on the tablet, swiping casually to link the data to Ivy's "Ranger Neuromechanical Helmet" so that she could see the surveillance image with her own eyes.

"Well?"

During surveillance, in the forest outside the camp, indigenous people armed with bows, arrows and spears kept walking out. More than thirty people gathered at the door, and they were tensely confronting the guards at the door.

Obviously, there are too many indigenous people coming out of the forest. Just a casual scan shows that there are as many as two to three hundred people hiding in the woods and standing in the open with bows and arrows. This is called How could the few people standing guard not be nervous?

"Glu Mensa, Lodowui..."

A burly man with various paints stood out among the indigenous people, holding a spear and shouting loudly.

Not all Indonesians understand the local indigenous languages. There are so many islands in Indonesia where many indigenous people with different customs live, and there are no less than a hundred languages ​​among them. Although under the invasion of modern civilization in the 21st century, many indigenous people have become accustomed to the products of civilization and gradually abandoned the traditional customs of their tribes. However, in this extremely remote place where not many tourists come, Malososo is not included. tribe.

Ivy recognized the tattoos on these indigenous people at a glance. They were an indigenous tribe that still maintained traditional customs.

Among the several pirate Indonesians standing guard, some immediately rushed in to report the news, while the remaining few nervously held AKs and couldn't help but retreat slowly.

They knew very well that even though they were holding AKs in their hands, the tribesmen were holding primitive and backward bows and arrows, but there were too many people on the other side. Even if they killed more than a dozen people on the other side with AKs, the indigenous people would fire in volleys. It can kill them... Those bows and arrows are smeared with poison, and just scratching the skin can kill people.

Thinking of this, why don't these people feel extremely nervous?

Fortunately, the indigenous people did not take action immediately. After the informant entered, the entire camp was in a state of alarm. A large number of pirates took up weapons and swarmed behind the sand piles. Dozens of them held AKs. He walked out of the camp gate carelessly and pointed his gun at the indigenous people without any courtesy.

Seeing so many companions coming, the few people standing guard breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but feel confident.

only……

The big native man still didn't change his expression, but continued to yell loudly, which made people feel strange.

Could it be...

Did their entire tribe come out?

Taking a breath of cold air, at least 500 indigenous people, including men, women, old and young, all surrounded the camp gate with primitive weapons.

What do they want to do? Don’t you want to live anymore? (To be continued ~^~)