Super Detective in the Fictional World

The silver-gray Sovereign fighter gleaming with a little light was also fast approaching.

They have round heads and round brains, about one-fifth the size of the swallow spacecraft, and extremely amazing speed and flexibility.

Luke said on the escort's communications channel: "Five hundred and seventy-two together, how about a match, Rockets?"

The rocket adjusted the big gun to high-speed burst mode, and the energy system began to pre-charge hummingly: "No problem, my big gun is already hungry and thirsty!"

Luke chose the lowest speed burst mode, and the six barrels of the big gun slowly turned: "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO!"

When the voice fell, a series of energy beams emerged from the muzzle of one person and one bear, sprinkling a rain of brilliant yellow light bullets in the starry sky, flying towards the Sovereign fighter plane behind.

The six-tube energy Gatling is also one of the mainstream transcendental artifacts in the universe, and the advantage of fast heat dissipation is very practical.

Little raccoons were not used much before because they did not have high-quality energy.

Having had a good time with Luke these days, I took out the steel titanium battery for use.

Boom boom boom!

A series of explosions lit up in the approaching Sovereign fighter plane, and the fragments of the detonated fighter plane hit the nearby fighter plane immediately, causing a little chaos.

The Sovereign fighter group immediately widened the gap and continued to pounce.

Anyway, these are drones. For the Sovereigns, this battle is just a space machine war game.

The Rocket laughed loudly, but did not release the fire button that was held down, and flooded the small elliptical fighters with a intensive rain of light bullets, and shouted wildly: "Come on, Sovereign's stinky bitch! Kill you , I beat you to death."

Luke is much lower-key.

The flame of the muzzle was only one-third of the rate of fire of the little raccoon, biubiubiu rhythmically.

The difference is efficiency.

The rocket fires dozens of energy bombs a second to hit one or two fighters.

Luke hits at most two rounds of twelve rounds a second, but he must hit two fighters.

The fighters he was watching would fall into the "encirclement and suppression" of light bullet rain, and no matter how they moved, they would "coincidentally" hit a round and burst into bursts.

The combination of battlefield super shooting skills and primary precision ability is equally effective even in this cosmic battlefield.

This is because the distance between the two sides is extremely long, Luke must use a set of light bullet rain to maintain the hit rate.

Once the opponent's fighter continues to approach, the ammunition he needs to hit a fighter will be reduced.

The situation is not surprising.

Even with the suppression of Luke and Rockets' firepower, the Sovereign fighter still relied on its number advantage to reach a suitable firing distance.

The same bright yellow light bullet rain shot from behind, and the number is increasing.

Quill could no longer take care of driving smoothly. The spacecraft began to move up and down and left and right in the starry sky, rolling and spinning constantly, trying to avoid the fire set behind by the bullet rain.

Luckily, Luke was supported by the armor, his feet attached to the deck remained stable and he kept firing.

The Rockets were unlucky, being shaken around, and uttered a series of curses: "Quil, do you want to throw me out? Damn, my muzzle is about to be thrown on the back of your head."

Quill yelled back: "I'm trying to prevent them from blowing your dog's head."

Rocket: "Get out!"

For a time, the two sides writhed and minced in the starry sky.

The swallow spacecraft will hit one or two energy bombs in an average of ten to twenty seconds, and the Sovereign fighters behind it will continue to burst into bursts of light.

Rockets whose stature is difficult to stabilize can hardly fire. These are naturally the results of Luke's battle.

In fact, his feeling at the moment is similar to that of the Sovereign of remote-controlled fighters.

It's just that the Sovereign is playing fighter games, he is playing shooting games.

And as the Sovereign fighter approached, the energy bomb's flight time in the starry sky decreased, and Luke's hit speed gradually increased.

In addition, the Sovereigns don't cherish drones. After firing, many people gather together subconsciously, making it easier to hit.

Energy Gatling can hit one with three to four rounds.

Luke deliberately placed the virtual light screen on the red number in the upper right corner, which also kept flipping, and the feeling was similar to that of scoring points in the last life.

In a Sovereign flagship in the distance, a group of golden-skinned Sovereigns are sitting on rows of simulated fighter remote controls.

On the screen in front of most people, there are the swallow spacecraft tumbling and fleeing, as well as two biubiubiu neuroses who are constantly in the rear hatch.

However, the screens of dozens of fighters’ remote controls turned a pale red without any images, indicating that the fighters they were driving were also shot down.

The people who were shot down by the fighter can only stand behind their companions who weren't shot down next to them.

Interference fighting? If it does not exist, there will be no casualties anyway.

For them, this is really just a game.

There is no benefit in hunting down the Guardians of the Galaxy.

The **** itself is a group of poor ghosts, and there will be no material gains if you kill them.

They are not brutal bandits, nor can they deter other criminals if they are killed.

The guards are still very slippery and difficult to reach, and they spend a lot of energy to retaliate, just for venting. This is really...very in line with the temper of the Sovereign.

This race is just a face.

Except for those powerful races and big brothers, the Sovereigns are all aristocrats.

However, the strength of the Sovereign clan is ahead of the universe, and they are still very rich, and there are not many people who insist on fighting against them.

It's the Rockets who have a tendency to die, and they will be fine with Sovereign.

Suddenly, there were cheering shouts in the game hall-like fighter control room, and there were also people who helped out with ideas, blindly commanding, and I could do it, just like the arcade hall of Luke's previous life.

But a few minutes later, the content of the shouts and conversations gradually unified: "Damn, where did that black and white skull face come from?"

"Why does he shoot so accurately?"

"Ah, I was blown up too."

"Ahhhh, I obviously avoided, why is the fighter still broken?"

On the Yanzi spacecraft, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Quill also noticed the change: "Wow, guys did a great job, their firepower is mostly weak! We can hold on to the transition window."

The Rockets couldn't help but ask: "Big Spoon, what are your tips for shooting? Tell me about it."

Luke: "Talent, I can't teach it."

Quill's pressure was greatly reduced, and he immediately started taunting the little raccoon: "Wow, has our master shooter learned to flatter? This is really great."

The Rockets were furious, and the big gun was another fierce biubiu, and he said the truth: "You will play with your two broken pistols! There is a kind of change."

Quill: "Okay, let's change it."

Rocket: "Come on, there is a kind of you come right away."

Kamora can only appear to suppress these two naive ghosts: "Well, there are so many fighters chasing and killing us!"

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