Chapter 547

Standard tactical timing: 00.21.49

The terminator team slowly came to a twisted corridor.

At the moment, the darkness under their feet was as still as water, and the sensor also showed that there was no target within 20 meters.

Soshyan once doubted whether the rotten metal could bear the weight of more than one terminator. He waited until he stepped on the other side of the room before waving to the people.

Then the terminators crossed the man-made Canyon one by one.

At this time, groups of gene thieves appeared again.

Soshyan went down the stairs. Under the flames of the storm bomb gun, his huge outline came into sight.

With each shot, a clear shadow was cast on the fragmented floor. Then other soldiers joined their fire and killed five gene thieves who rushed into the room.

For a while, everything seemed noisy and chaotic, but with Harry's heavy fire, everything came to an abrupt end.

A strange scream announced the death of the gene thief.

In the sudden silence, there was only the low sound of flame, the crackling sound of metal cooling and the steam sound of vaporized ultra-high temperature blood from the special-shaped corpse..

There was no enemy in the next passage. Soshyan moved quickly to the end of a T-junction, while the other team members filed into the room and crunched the charred body under their feet.

Now it is closer to the signal of the reconnaissance robot. Soshyan can see that the robot is in the tunnel network less than 10 meters ahead, and the signal is still moving irregularly, reflecting and reverberating between the distorted cabin walls.

"Pay attention to both sides."

There are many vents here, but the road is narrow. The team members can only disperse and find their way into the collapsed corridors, staircases, houses and pipes like rat nests.

The lamps on the armor shone, and they focused their keen eyes on the broken vents and under the collapsed workbench, searching for the trace of any living creature.

The terminator team approached the target quickly and methodically. Occasionally, a gene thief rushed out of the shadow and attracted a burst of violent fire, which would briefly interrupt the search.

"Found it."

A soldier sends a message and soshyan looks at the identification signal to the fighting brother.

The road was difficult, and he had to squeeze his shoulders through the twisted metal.

Finally, soshyan found the team member in a Domed hall in the middle of the radiation contaminated corridor.

The battle robot is held in the palm of the other party.

Ditrian's reconnaissance robot is a spider machine about half a meter long, equipped with sensor probes and data antennas. The articulated arm extends from the middle of the shell and swings pitifully in the palm of the terminator.

At the end of a crimped cable, the gold-plated skull is still swinging left and right to continue scanning, the red eyes flicker while data processing, and the track rotates back and forth to try to regain freedom.

This reconnaissance robot can adapt to all kinds of complex terrain, with very little movement and noise, and the generated signal and radiation are also very weak, which is not easy to be detected.

They can master the structure of the abandoned ship so quickly, which is a great contribution to the reconnaissance robot.

Although he doesn't like this mechanical heresy, soshyan must admit that some of the other party's skills may have reached the sage level - or even higher.

Standard tactical timing: 00.23.02

Mark heard the harsh noise of armor falling to the ground and broken tiles.

Blood roared in his ears, and time seemed to slow down for him.

He tried to turn left, facing the source of the sound, raised the storm bomb to shoulder height and adjusted to single shot mode.

The soldier holding the assault gun is kneeling on one knee. A gene thief lies on his back. His claws tightly grasp the exhaust hole on the terminator's armor. Two pairs of front claws hold the helmet and try to screw off the giant's head.

The collimator in Mark's right eye jumped beside the gene thief because the alien swayed back and forth.

He did not wait for the locking of the auxiliary aiming, because he firmly believed that his eyes were more accurate than any measuring instrument.

After taking a deep breath, he pulled the trigger.

"Shoot it, bless it, because it brings revenge."

Mark whispered. The rocket propelled bomb roared out of the muzzle, stabbed the gene thief's left eye a moment later, detonated the warhead and tore the monster's head.

The soldier was saved, while another alien appeared at the broken hole.

Mark shot again.

The bomb penetrated the monster's chest and burst a shower of chitin and ribs.

After that, four more gene thieves escaped from the gap, but they were killed one by one by the bullets fired by Mark's weapons, each accompanied by the precise prayer sung by the Star Warrior.

The soldier with the assault gun returned to mark and turned to defend the entrance he had just passed through.

The number of gene thieves is increasing, and the team's defense line is constantly oppressed and shrinking - in fact, they have been forced out of their previous position and can only establish a new defense line at the exit.

Just look outside, you can know what kind of hard battle they have experienced.

Every soldier's armor has battle wounds - broken armor plates, pitted plastic steel, and exposed inner cables and pipelines.

Mark's helmet has a terrible crack across the mouth grille, and his right half is metal fragments and newly added welding marks.

Everyone has strange pus stained with aliens, and several have blood from their own wounds.

The only thing to be thankful for is that there were no deaths.

But over time, I can't say.

Mark wanted to change the clip, but found that the left joint of the armor was a little dull - apparently the brake was damaged when the gene thief tried to cut off his arm.

Among the team, only heisendel with hot melt has no war damage. Obviously, no gene thief can escape his superb shooting skills and the powerful power of hot melt close range.

At this time, soshyan sent a message to mark.

"Hold on for another five minutes."

Mark confirmed the information and said he would complete the task.

"Commander Zhan asked us to hold on for another five minutes."

He said to the team members:

"We won't let him down, will we?"

"Of course!"

Seeing that everyone's morale was high, mark redeployed his defense, built temporary bunkers with abandoned facilities, sealed the small vents with hot melt, and exchanged ammunition with each other.

About two minutes later, the roar of storm bombs and the deadly roar of assault guns in the twisted metal announced the arrival of aliens again.

More and more gene thieves are pouring out of the dormant nest deep in the waste ship, and the sensors are crowded with target light spots.

Mark's team fought fiercely with aliens every meter, reaping bloody revenge with their weapons.

The power sword shines like a beacon in the dark man-made cave and narrow channel. The flash of muzzle flame and red flame mark the path of angels.