CHAPTER 307: CHAPTER 99: HEHE, I WILL DEFINITELY NOT LET YOU DOWN, DARLING_2

The Power Armor that punched it away retracted its fist, and Zero One stopped in mid-air, just two inches in front of a Power Armor.

A hand grabbed the body of the rocket launcher, unable to trigger the explosive fuse, and then casually tossed it to the ground.

The players gaped. They had imagined many possibilities of what might happen, like walking out of the flames unscathed after a rocket explosion, or easily dodging it, or maybe being blasted into a pile of walls in a sorry state.

But they never expected that the opponent could actually catch a flying rocket by hand, which was basically no different from catching a bullet with bare hands.

What kind of neural reflexes are these?

The horrifying events kept unfolding.

The Power Armor soldier walking at the forefront, who caught the rocket with bare hands, drew a combat knife from his waist, bursting out with speed far beyond the players’ imagination. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Potato, who was the closest, raising the nearly one-meter-long combat knife in his hand.

Facing the surprise attack, Potato, wearing an exoskeleton, cooperatively raised the heavy shield in his hand that could easily block large-caliber bullets.

Can you kill me with seventeen cards?

The clash between shield and knife was an extremely sharp metal tearing sound, the high-frequency blade, heated to nearly a thousand degrees, cut through the entire shield and Potato behind it like a hot knife through butter.

The cut was all charred.

Potato was taken down again in a second.

If last time being taken down in a second by Blue Eyes was due to his bizarre body and movement that made it hard for people to defend, this time it was purely about strength and speed.

I acted.

One strike to kill.

Just that simple.

Bang!

Brother Master, who was ambushed on the rooftop, sensed something was wrong long ago. As the Wildman was attacked, he aimed at other Power Armor soldiers who hadn’t made a move yet, firing at what seemed to be a vulnerable optical device.

The bullet tore through the air, and the muzzle velocity of Mach 3 finally surpassed the reaction speed of the Power Armor soldier, accurately hitting the bulletproof material on their left forehead, but failed to penetrate, instead ricocheting off.

This attack also exposed Brother Master in front of the Power Armor soldier.

Oh no!

Brother Master quickly retracted his gun and prepared to run, but the Power Armor soldier was faster. Almost at the moment he was hit, he ran towards the building where Brother Master was, with a speed that would make the most arrogant bikers sweat.

Most ridiculously, this guy wasn’t intending to take the stairs; he directly plunged his fingers into the concrete wall for leverage, continuously jumping between floors, reaching the 18th floor where he hid within a few breaths.

And without stopping for a moment, walked directly to the partition wall, punched through the cement wall panel, and grabbed Brother Master hiding behind it.

Brother Master was stunned when caught; what kind of fight is this really?

"Damn..."

Even more terrifying, when Brother Master was about to pull the pin of the grenade on his chest to go down with him, the opponent snatched the grenade first, pulled the pin, pierced through Brother Master’s stomach, stuffed the grenade in, and threw him out of the building, forming a bloody firework in mid-air.

Ultimate display, pure crushing.

The discrepancies between the players’ reliance on exoskeletons and the genuine article were vividly demonstrated at this moment.

This is also why everyone who has witnessed the combat scenes of Power Armor soldiers disregards the simple exoskeletons designed by Mantou.

Once you’ve seen sixth-generation machines, how could you possibly be interested in a biplane glider?

Unless it looks really cool.

"Mother of a..." The Mongolian Toplaner threw away his rocket launcher, "What’s the point of fighting now? Ready to bail."

"Run?" Jianxue, wearing an exoskeleton, ran from the back to the front line, looking at the Power Armor soldiers with different expressions. He was armed with explosives all over like a crazy Ivan.

"What the hell are you running for? At most, it’s logging off for six hours. If I can loot one piece of equipment it would be worth my whole life."

Other players listened.

Seems like a sound idea!

Players who were initially somewhat frightened by the Power Armor soldiers’ performance suddenly got fired up.

There are only four Power Armors

but they had dozens of people, not enough to go around!

Suddenly, they shouted and charged toward the three Power Armor soldiers standing still.

"That little one is mine! I prefer the small one! Hehe."

"What do you know? Men should go for the big ones! You’d even get executed with small-caliber bullets."

"Avengers Alliance! Assemble!"

"For the promotion of democracy! Super Earth forever!"

"Banzai!!!"

Originally, the Power Armor soldiers had been instructed by higher-ups to create a deterrent effect when taking action, hence the aggressive behavior.

Moreover, there were journalists from Channel 54 in the sky live broadcasting the battle, and Caster wanted to establish authority to wash away the previous setbacks.

But seeing the players not only unshaken but even more eagerly charging towards them, made them bewildered.

Are these cyber lunatics on the wrong medication?

In fact, seeing the players’ current behavior, the audience thought it wasn’t far from actually being cyber lunatics. Anyone with a bit of sense could see the power disparity between the two sides, and wouldn’t rush to their deaths like this.

And the Wildman, in the exoskeleton, was still commanding from behind, "All tanks engage, entangle and limit the BOSS’s mobility, breach team go at the right time, this thing can’t surely be withstood!"

You want to kill with a knife?

Then you must get close; if you get close, I have a chance to kill you.

Number One again wielded the sword, delivering a waist chop to the charging Brother Dao, slicing him and the shield into two, but Brother Dao’s last act before dying was to abandon the shield, and tightly hug the hand paused momentarily from chopping himself, refusing to let go no matter what.