War Paradise

"Where is the bastard of the wild wolf tribe? Come out and die!"

Standing on the slopes of the Olympus Volcano, a group of "rogue men" dressed in red and holding heavy metal warhammers kept howling, looking for the trail of the wolf tribe warriors who provoked the tribe's challenge. Protective clothing The grizzly bear pattern on the chest is particularly conspicuous.

The members of this tribe named after the grizzly bears are mostly felons from the Caucasus. They have inherited the fine traditions of the fighting nation. Although they are small in number, they still occupy the strongest position in the "Hegemony" of Mars. One of the places of the tribe.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

A strong man from the Grizzlies tribe stretched out his hands to beat his own chest, let out a wild roar, grabbed a corpse by his feet, and tore it in half with his bare hands.

The grizzly bear tribe warriors who participated in the tribal challenge actually have no interest in the property of the wild wolf tribe at all. They just want to have a good time on this battlefield...

Different from those tribes who are in ambush, the warriors of the Grizzlies tribe are extraordinarily bold. They directly tuned the radio to the public band and shouted a declaration of war to everyone on the mountain:

"Anyone! We are at coordinates 24:31, there is a kind to kill us!"

The roar of the power armor engine shredded the dead silence nearby, and the soldiers of the Grizzly tribe turned around abruptly, and saw a red power armor spraying fire violently.

Then, the warriors of the Grizzlies tribe heard a hoarse male voice from their headphones:

"Idiots, I am... the strongest man in the solar system!"

"Kill him!"

Facing the power armor of the crimson shell, the fierce and defying Caucasian warriors didn't even mean to retreat a little bit, but they all raised their sledgehammers to greet them, and launched a bloody hand-to-hand battle with the power armor of the scientists.

"Dare you say the word'strongest' in front of the Grizzlies tribe..."

A muscular man roared and swung his warhammer and slammed it on the right leg of the power armor. Suddenly, a long flame burst out from behind the hammer, taking his strong body into the air, so powerful that it smashed the power armor into the retreated two steps. .

"kill--"

The brawny man was only halfway through his words, and his body was cut off by the silver long knife of the power armor. The power armor that replaced his hands with blades kicked the grizzly bear tribe member who rushed up from the right, and the long knife was sharp. He slashed and cut off the arms of the two people around him.

"kill him!"

Even though the arm was severed, the warriors of the Grizzly tribe still did not retreat. The two of them ignored the broken arm that was still spraying blood and tried to use their own body to slam into the power armor.

It's a pity that under the overwhelming equipment advantage, their final efforts were just useless--

Click!

The protective suits of the grizzly bear tribe warriors that can withstand close-range firing of assault rifles were mercilessly cut open by the blade of the power armor. At the same time, the bodies of these warriors were also cut open.

"Boring garbage..." The scientific man driving the "Bloody Predator" power armor sighed for a long time, preparing to leave here and continue hunting other criminals.

Unlike the underground scientists from United States, these Soviet scientists who stayed on the surface of Mars didn't bother to use those little tricks. They just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill more criminals and take some living people back for human experimentation.

According to the data obtained from the "incineration agency", it is actually feasible to transform humans into biological weapons. It is naturally unrealistic to capture people to conduct such experiments on Earth, but on the surface of Mars, no matter what you do with these exiled criminals, you are not subject to any legal restrictions. It can be said to be the best testing ground blessed by nature.

In addition, the Soviet scientists on the surface have another more important task-to kill all the United States guys hidden underground!

Although I don't know what those United States people intend to do, they should have initiated this tribal challenge. As long as they can destroy the plans of the United States people hidden underground, the Soviet Union can once again win a magnificent victory!

The scientist pilot activated own, the "Bloody Predator" power armor, and was about to slaughter other tribal warriors, but saw a vague afterimage, hurriedly coming from a distance.

"What? So fast..."

The opponent's speed was so fast that the driver could not see clearly, but the driver still swung his knife decisively and dashed towards the illusory "shadow".

No matter how fast the opponent is, he still has an overwhelming strength advantage. As long as he hacks that guy to death with a knife in his hand, the battle is over!

Happiness!

A few bullets hit the chest of the Crimson Power Armor, and then they were blocked without any suspense. Seeing the futile attack, the driver couldn't help laughing and shouting, "Are you tickling me?"

Before the words fell, Daoist Shadow had already circled behind the power armor. Seeing that the opponent was planning to attack from behind, the experienced driver also turned on the jet engine decisively, intending to cook the enemy with the flames from the rear as usual.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the power armor that was still moving suddenly stopped, the interior of the body lit up with red lights, and the hazard warning sound sounded around the driver, constantly stimulating his eardrums:

"Warning, the bloody predators are out of control."

--what happened?

The driver was still wondering, and then immediately reacted, his thin face suddenly twisted into a ball, the expression on his face was like seeing his friend dying in front of him:

"He used that hammer... to block the exhaust?"

The exhaust port of the jet engine behind the bloody predator is the only weakness of this war machine. If that place is blocked, this armor may indeed be shut down directly.

There used to be some scavengers who thought the same way, but their speed was completely unable to keep up with the pace of the power armor, and there was nothing in their hands that could block the exhaust vents, and the final outcome was extremely miserable.

But this time... that person seems to have really succeeded.

"Oh no……"

The driver murmured, and pulled out a saber placed on the inner hand of the power armor. Although it was fierce, he could only go to fight the opponent.

But before he could open the hatch, he heard the sound of metal tearing from behind.

Wow!

The driver's sight "suddenly opened up", and the hatch behind the power armor was torn open by the enemy! He didn't even have a chance to resist, he was lifted up by a big iron-like hand holding his throat, he suffered a heavy kick on his stomach, and the dagger in his hand slipped weakly.

"you……"

The driver's face turned purple due to suffocation, and his vision quickly blurred. At the last moment of his life, he heard a cold male voice on the public band:

"I heard what you said, but I, Odyssey, is the strongest man in the solar system."

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