War in Heaven

"How do you say this?" Lin Chi squinted.

"You are still too young, I will understand what I mean in the future." Sam turned and sat back on the pile of corpses, and did not intend to continue this topic at all: "Call me when I leave."

After the language was finished, the goods closed their eyes, as if they were closing their eyes and looking at the gods. When they saw this weird "swordsman", Lin Chi dragged the Frankenstein to the side and lowered his voice and asked: "Is he reliable?"

"It’s definitely better than killing his master’s followers.” Frankenstein said coldly.

"Don't take this to hurt me, I have let the mixed ball out." Lin sighed.

Crazy Evan’s death behavior almost caused the entire team to be reimbursed directly here. For the pit goods, Lin Chi had no choice. After all, the blasting power of Crazy Evan can still be used in no small amount.

Now, since the entourage has been recruited, it is time to consider the trip to Olympus Volcano.

"Do you have any props that can transform motorcycles?" Lin Chi said standing next to the motorcycle and reaching over the cold metal casing of the motorcycle: "This thing consumes too much energy."

——This motorcycle uses solar energy and can travel for up to half an hour. With aviation fuel, it can only travel for one hour. It is not suitable for long-distance travel.

On the way back, the motorcycle was also stopped in the middle of the road. After Lin got off the train, he unfolded the solar panels on both sides of the car body and baked it in the sun for a long time before finally recovering the operational state and carrying them back to the blood eagle. In the territory of the tribe.

"Adding solar panels." Frankenstein pointed to the back seat of the motorcycle.

"But in this case, there is no way to carry people." Lin Chi denied the other party's opinion.

He also thought about adding a few panels to the motorcycle, but that was limited to only one person. Now there are two players and two followers in their team. It is already very stubborn to rely on a motorcycle. It is completely unrealistic to continue to increase the battery board.

"There is no other way." Frankenstein shook his head and suddenly flashed a flash of blood in his eyes: "I can open the transfer port, or kill other players in seconds."

"Rely, they all said that they should not cheat." Lin Chi, who hated the game's opening and closing behavior, decisively rejected the proposal.

- So, what other vehicles can I find?

Lin Chi thought for a few seconds and suddenly remembered the "predator" he encountered in the desert before he found the blood eagle tribe.

"Is the armor estimated to have recovered?"

When he thought of it, he immediately filled the motorcycle with oil and made a look to the Frankenstein:

"Take me a go, let's bring that set of armor back."

Judging from the situation in the previous battle, the Marauder's armor is undoubtedly very flexible, and can even fly for a short time.

Although the broken stuff can't even catch the tassel gun, the local criminal tribe of Mars should be without the weapon of the Taser. If you can find a way to fix the armor, you only need to be wary of the player. !

With that set of power armor, the team's combat power will undoubtedly increase a lot, and it can be more flexible when moving.

"Let's go." Frankenstein nodded, took the helmet of the protective suit, crossed the back seat of the motorcycle, and said to Sam who was still sitting on the body: "Leave here."

"Along the way." The middle-aged man with a vicissitude of his face waved his hand, did not even open his eyes, and continued to sit in a **** cave to "rehabilitate."

After wearing protective clothing, Lin Chi drove the motorcycle away from the cave and was about to drive down the hillside, but saw that Crazy Evan was leaning against the stone wall, and the face had turned purple because of lack of oxygen:

"I can't do it... I'm dying..." The skinny blasting expert, holding out his hands and scratching the rocks, is like a female ghost in a horror movie.

"Whoever let you out without wearing protective clothing..." Lin Chi said with a sigh of relief: "Go in."

Upon hearing this, the mad Ivan, who was supposed to die, suddenly stood up, trotting all the way into the cave, and the pain that had been shown before, disappeared instantly.

"Your followers are not reliable," Frankenstein commented.

"He was quite reliable in the battle." Lin Chi said with some weakness.

Motorcycles filled with aviation fuel once again rushed into the desert of Mars and galloped away from the position where the predators died.

Lin Chi knows that now that the predator has died, it has already passed a full day. The power armor is likely to have been taken down by the scavengers or taken away by the scientists. But even so, he is going to check it out.

A strong wind blew from the west side of the desert, picking up small pieces of dust, which reduced the visibility in front.

When I was about to reach the target position, Lin Zai immediately noticed through the dust in the air that there was a huge shadow on the sand in front.

It seems that their luck is not bad, the power armor is still in place, and has not been taken away by others.

Realizing this, Lin Chi increased the throttle and rushed over. For safety reasons, he still parked the motorcycle on the sand 20 meters away from the power armor.

After Lin pulled out the car key, he got off the bus with the Frankenstein, took the weapon out of the backpack, and carefully walked over.

In this desert without law and morality, violence and barbarism are all rules. Maybe there are unscrupulous scavengers ambushing nearby, waiting for members of other tribes to step into the trap.

When slowly approaching the power armor, Lin Chi looked around and looked around to find nearby anomalies. Then he immediately noticed the unusual situation on the sand:

Unlike the nearby sand dunes, this piece of sand seems to be a bit too flat. Although the Marine Corps power armor is still in place, the body of the predator who was smashed by the Tyrannosaurus shotgun has disappeared.

- Is it a trap?

Perceived by the similarities in the vicinity, Lin Chi and Frankenstein stopped at the pace and did not continue to approach the power armor. They only turned their vigilant eyes on the sand near the power armor:

The tribe members of Mars are basically melee weapons. If those guys are in ambush, they may choose to hide under the sand and launch a sudden attack when others approach.

If this is the case, Lin Chi is not worried about it. After all, those people in the melee are completely impossible to be opponents of him and Frankenstein. But... if other people are setting up...

Thinking of the possibility of the scientist setting a trap, Lin Chi looked down at the power armor covered with half of the feet of the sand, and flashed a faint light that was not noticeable in the line of sight:

Seeing that the power armor's foot was connected to an inconspicuous thin line next to the sand, Lin said in a low voice: "There is a bomb."

"Camera." Frankenstein raised his hand and pointed to a tiny device that was shining on the back of the cobalt blue armor.

"Sure enough, it is a scientist." Lin Chi sighed: "This is troublesome."