Meiman Killer Daily

9

"The system is being invaded..."

"The counter-punishment system is activated..."

"The intelligent mechanical corps lost control..."

"The war satellite is specially sealed for protection and cannot be summoned..."

"The bear robot is out of control..."

"The electronic sensing system is out of control..."

"Take urgent measures...

Seal all skills of the mechanic...

To avoid a fatal blow to the host..."

"What the hell is this!"

When the robot exploded holding Peter in its arms, the sound of the machine's hurried operation buzzed in his mind. Even its own system was threatened. The enemy could even invade its own system. However, just a few seconds later, the robot summoned by Peter

All machines were forcibly recalled, and then the system returned to normal again.

Running quickly, Peter didn't know who was targeting him for a while, and he didn't have time to think too much now. Groups of mechas were behind him, and all his current mechanic skills were ineffective.

Facing the fierce group of monsters, Peter didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Da da da…

Rushing into a forest, with the cover, he slid forward, supported his body with his left foot and turned around. The laser cannon aimed at the sky and fired. A Mark mecha was pierced through the chest, but then there was an overwhelming missile, swallowing up the entire forest, hovering in the sky.

The bombers in the sky also dropped missiles again, and the depleted uranium bombs added fuel to the fire and engulfed the forest park.

An ice grenade was thrown, and the depleted uranium bomb was frozen as soon as it hit the ground. Peter turned around and ran nearly 200 meters in less than three seconds. Gritting his teeth, the ice behind him melted. The self-destruction process of the depleted uranium bomb started. In just a few seconds,

It swallowed up all the life and trees within a kilometer of the entire mountain forest in seconds. Flames were burning behind Peter. No matter how fast it was, it was not Quicksilver. Under the destruction of the depleted uranium bomb, the entire suit burned, and the psionic energy protected the body. Peter could only use the most primitive

way to protect yourself.

He immediately jumped to the bottom of a rock. Because he was already far away from the center, Peter was not directly roasted. He tore off his shirt and really regretted that he did not have 100% success in researching the psionic armor. However, it may be because of the guardian.

His strength made him neglect the use of psionic energy, but it was not too late to suffer a loss. Now he still had a chance to make a comeback.

The psionic sniper rifle was summoned and shot through the chest of the mecha. These monsters were more like artificial intelligence AI. There were no humans driving the machines. But who planned this sneak attack? They really almost got themselves involved.

Well, the more Peter thought about it, the more baffled he became. He hadn’t offended anyone during this period. It couldn’t be that these were Romulus’s counterattacks?!

"It can't be possible..."

boom……

The group of mechas swarmed in again, and Peter had no time to rest at all. He pulled the trigger again to fight. The psionic sniper rifle killed three mechas in a row. Peter was shot in the shoulder, and his thigh was pierced by an armor-piercing projectile.

The bullet wounds from the front could be seen from the back, and the feeling of transparency was so good. I threw out the ice grenade with my hand, and the 0 bullets were enchanted with flames. I counterattacked while drilling deep into the woods.

The natural forest is Peter's natural shelter. He has a hundred-meter perspective, and the enemy has thermal scanning. In fact, they are fighting against each other. The trees can well help Peter resist the large-scale strafing caused by the swarms of mechas. Without guards,

Under the protection of the enemy, all Peter could use were these natural bunkers. If he fought in an open plain, he would basically be looking for death.

The mecha would be killed by Peter's sneak attacks every few seconds. The aerial bombers did not show up again. It was obvious that they did not dare to reduce the range at higher altitudes. The enemy estimated that the range of Peter's sniper rifle had been calculated, and the effective distance was three thousand two thousand.

One hundred meters, this is the maximum effect brought about by Peter's use of psionic energy to grow to 16%.

He tore off the trouser leg from the thigh and used the nether energy package to fill the wound. While stopping the bleeding, he used his trousers to bandage the wound. The whole piece of flesh was gone. I don’t know how long it will take to recover quickly. Looking at the wound on the thigh

At that wound, Peter leaned against the rock and smiled bitterly, shook his head to keep himself awake, and stood up again. Two mechas fell from the sky, and the hand blades popped out from both hands. Damn Norman Osborn, why do you have to give me to the mecha when you have nothing to do?

Installing this kind of melee weapon is really a cheating design.

He turned sideways to avoid the stabbing attack, and kicked the uninjured leg to the side to deform the mecha's leg. The force was strong enough, but Peter's body was still made of flesh and blood. Even if it was more than ten times stronger than an ordinary person, the pain was still there.

Inevitably, the lower body ducked on the spot, and more robots landed in the sky. The Mark mecha and the Ares mecha surrounded Peter in the center.

"It should be gone!"

Twenty-seven Mark mechas and thirty-two Ares mechas surrounded Peter in a semicircular formation. Just by getting up, he had no way out. Peter, who should have been desperate, laughed hard.

Happy, all the mechas flashed red and fired with full firepower. Peter's time with guns in both hands came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Crazy killing...

start up!

The two guns fired rapidly, and the bullets flew out and lightly touched the chest and head of the mecha. In the slow space, the lasers, missiles, and bullets squirmed like snails. Peter easily dodged all the concentrated firepower.

Click, then turn around and grenades, laser cannons, and bullets are fired within eight seconds. Time returns to normal again. Peter's people are already outside the encirclement. The mechas are like a short circuit, unable to analyze the results in front of them, and are finally stopped by Peter.

Eight seconds of bullets turned it into scrap metal.

"Phew! It's finally solved, but it's that grandson's masterpiece after all, and it can't be Ultron..."

Sitting on the ground, he looked at the ruined machines in all directions. The wreckage was all scrapped with sparks. Peter breathed a sigh of relief and complained aloud. Peter was still frightened. It was a shame that he didn't release the machine iron fist. If he hadn't gone crazy and killed this junior roaming awakening,

What he releases is a mechanical iron fist, and if the other party can control it, it will be extremely exciting.

Ultron's name flashed through his mind, and Peter cursed Pim Hank's eight generations of ancestors again, but why did Ultron come to kill him? If it had really appeared, shouldn't it have attacked the Avengers?

The more I thought about it, the less I had an answer. I limped up and stood up, covering my legs, and walked slowly towards the location of the factory just now.

"No... I have to go see Pim Hank, what on earth is this bastard doing!"

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"Tony Stark, what on earth did you think you were going to steal from the military? Where are those mechas now?!"

At the Avengers headquarters, Ross rushed in, ignoring the staff's obstruction and roaring to the sky. Just three hours ago, the military and Osborn Industries delivered mechas, and forty war mechas were pulled back.

Military base, but within a few minutes the mecha was automatically activated, broke through the ceiling of the warehouse and disappeared into the sky without knowing where to go. Neither the radar nor the tracking GPS could find the mecha's location.

"I don't understand a word of what you are talking about."

Stark walked down the stairs and looked at Ross. The other person's words were a bit incomprehensible. He couldn't understand them at all. Did picking up girls now interfere with the military's affairs? He had already made a concession and would not care about Osborn Industries' machine.

A transaction, these greedy people seem to be dissatisfied.

"You promised us not to get involved in this matter, why did you go back on your word!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why did I go back on my promise? Thaddeus E. Ross, are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease? I have already said that I will no longer care about your deal with Osborne. Isn't that enough? You'd better not push yourself too far.

!”

Rose stood in front of Stark and questioned again. Stark felt more and more confused and pointed at Rose's face to warn. Rhodes hurried in from the outside world, panted and looked at the two of them and said.

"General, this is not something Stark is doing. There was a blackout throughout New York. Stark's private warehouse was activated. At least twenty mechas crossed the sky over Manhattan and left towards New Jersey. Bombers at the military base and

Combat helicopters were launched out of control, the destination could not be determined, and we are now blind and deaf."

"JARVIS!"

Rhodes' words surprised both Stark and Rose. Stark frowned and shouted, but Jarvis did not respond. Stark looked at his watch. The instrument was confused and he seemed to be completely isolated from network information.

, turned around and ran into the console not far away. The entire console screen was blank, and all signal machines had failed.

"What the hell is this!"

Stark looked confused. The technology he was most proud of, as well as the network firewall, had been breached. Maybe all his belongings had been taken away. Then he turned to look at

Ross, Ross frowned and shook his head.

"This is not our method, I dare to swear to God!"

"What happened Stark!?"

Captain America also walked in. Looking at the snowflake screen on the console and the serious expressions of everyone asking, Stark suddenly laughed and walked to Captain America and patted him on the shoulder.

"I have always thought that melee combat and cold weapon combat are a primitive attitude towards life, but now it seems that this kind of life also has its benefits. The Avengers really need to develop diversity and recruit more and stronger ones.

Warriors join in, now it’s time to assemble all the Avengers, use the oldest means to pursue the enemy, pursue in the direction of New Jersey!”

Captain America raised his eyebrows. He always felt that Stark was being sarcastic. He ignored the other person and looked at Ross and asked.

"What the hell happened."

Ross put his hands on his waist and his heart was burning with anger. Even the Avengers were invaded. The enemy's methods were unparalleled. The most important thing was that he and others still didn't know what the other party was going to do. Thinking of this, Ross looked up.

Captain America said with great seriousness

"I don't know what happened, but I can tell you Captain America, it's time for you Avengers to assemble!" (To be continued)