Chapter 186

"OK, that's all. Release the energy beast and clean up the ants first... Experimental bodies 1 and 2 are the key defense objects of the first combat team. Don't move easily. Then... How's our medicine doing?" Frank asked.

When talking about his work, Jeston was full of spirit, "don't worry, 100 bottles of medicine can be prepared. They are all qualified products."

"What about those alien insects?"

"Well, are you talking about the raw materials used for medicine?" Jess asked. After seeing Frank nodded, he thought about it and replied, "the current plan is to keep it in captivity, which may have been useful..."

Frank frowned, "don't keep them in captivity. If the nobles and power who give us convenience need to know, give them as pets..."

"Eh..." Jess was sweating in a cold sweat. Until then, he realized the horror of the supervisor. The alien insects that will devour people's will were given to be pets. It takes a lot of nerves to keep them. Of course, if you have money, you are tired of playing with things on earth, and some people are afraid of death. You will want to play with alien creatures.

"Well, it's such a happy decision. Let's do it!" Frank closed the document.

Jess said in awe, "yes!"

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"Ministry of energy, in addition to the No. 1 nuclear power group, all the other nine nuclear power groups are closed!"

"Warhead, the enemy in the dense forest is not allowed to contact him. If he retreats, we will enter. If he enters, we will advance and retreat!"

"Intelligence, find the guest list tonight!"

"Logistics department,... Prepare the medicine!"

"Inform the first combat team and ask their leader to see me!"

According to the combat readiness manual, Jess distributed the orders one by one.

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At night, leaving Jiangcheng, the time was about 10 o'clock in the evening, and the typhoon arrived as scheduled.

"Senior Penn, the wind is so strong..."

A group of four or five people walk on the path in the suburbs. Because it is in the suburbs, there are not many street lamps. There is almost one lamp a hundred meters away, so their voice is a little vague, but one of the figures is tall, nearly three meters tall.

"Do you have the face to say such words, you loser?" Sanders said angrily.

Transformer walked on the path with solid steps. I don't know what the principle is. His huge metal body pressed on the road, but there was no indentation at all.

Roger, who was scolded as a waste, is now surrounded by a "Princess" of the transformer. When he heard the scolding, he didn't care at all. He moved his head and went into the arms of the transformer again.

The typhoon came whistling and blowing all the objects in the countryside.

"Senior Penn, can't you choose a better weather to come out again?" the strong wind blew Roger's short blond hair messy, and then he alienated it again and again with his thick fingers.

Sanders was almost furious. At first, the waste said that the wind was too strong and he was afraid of being blown away. Then he hoped that someone could hold him. Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him. Then the waste flashed his own light. Anyway, he said "flash of light" and gave an order to transformers - hold him!

"I don't know why you two stupid pigs showed up in the college!" Payne angrily turned back and scolded both of them. "One made a puppet, which looked useless, and the other, uh... It's kind of like, made a tall metal stupid pig. Then, what did you use it for? Holding people?"

"Two stupid pigs!" Payne quickened his pace.

Sanders took Kui's hand and followed closely.

"Keep up, keep up!" Roger saw that the transformer suddenly stopped and quickly gave orders, but the transformer just stood still. Roger was in a hurry. "Sanders, help me, my robot is on strike again!"

"Stand there and let the typhoon blow you back to Mars. The earth doesn't want to see you!" Sanders said without looking back.

"Dog day Sanders, ungrateful Sanders!"

Roger scolded and combed his hair, then took out a bunch of keys from his trouser pocket, began to open a small door in front of the transformer and began to repair it seriously, "it doesn't make sense, the parts aren't broken... Matthew's dog day won't be lying to me again?"

"Well..."

On the path, the people in front had already gone away and disappeared in the dark, with a lonely person and a machine standing in the middle. Roger, who was buried in repair, seemed to feel something. He quickly raised his head and looked to the side

"Ghost..."

One blue robe after another was in the air, whistling past the headache. Strangely, there was nothing in those robes.

Roger's hair stood upright in an instant. If transformers are spiritual, they also look up at the sky, and then

Bang, bang, Bang

A huge metal machine advanced at a high speed at a wonderful speed along the path, leaving deep footprints.

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"Sanders, help, ghost..."

Roger's voice came from behind like killing a pig.

The crowd stopped to wait for him.

"Back... There's a pile of clothes flying over!" Roger gasped.

"Can you talk well? The person running is your robot, not you, pretending to be a big tail wolf!" Sanders said faintly.

"There's a pile of clothes flying in the back. Am I not clear enough!" Roger said, with wide eyes and pointing to the one behind him.

Payne gave him a cold look. "Keep moving!"

Sanders smiled, "maybe you should put him on and put on some weight, and then you won't be blown away by the typhoon!"

"I'd rather be blown away by the typhoon than wear those ghosts!" Roger patted the metal arm of the transformer, and the transformer immediately followed, "who... Cannon fodder, you go to the back!"

The cannon fodder was naturally the person who came to the southeast continent with Penn wearing black clothes and religious marks sewn on his cuffs. Because sanders and Roger couldn't call him the same name, they chose a compromise and nicknamed him cannon fodder with the viewpoint he both agreed with.

The cannon fodder, tired of eyes, looked at Penn, who nodded slightly. Cannon fodder smiled and consciously stood behind the team.

"My name is Moore." cannon fodder greeted Roger as he passed the robot.

Roger glared at him. "You're cannon fodder. Ask for a fart name!"

"In terms of cannon fodder, who else can fight here except you? Don't ridicule others, or don't blame him for your face!" Sanders said.

The only function Roger brought here was to sniff out the location of Rand laboratory with his nose, that is, to walk at the front of the team. If the cannon fodder is not him, who else can it be.

"Fart, I won't be cannon fodder!" Roger said reluctantly. But basically no one in the team is willing to talk to him.

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Out of the suburbs, probably confirmed the location, Penn stopped and stopped moving, "it's your turn, Roger, you'd better not disappoint me!"

Roger laughed twice, jumped down from the transformer bitterly, and coughed twice. "Now is the time to witness miracles, everyone!"

"Sanders, remember to pull me back later. I don't want to be blown away!" Roger was fine one second ago. He suddenly turned around and cried.

"Stop crying and do things quickly!" Payne frowned.

"Trust your teammates," Sanders said comfortingly.

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Roger, the metal monster, came to the front of the team. There was already a piece of soil in front of him, and the cement road disappeared completely here. Roger squatted down, picked up some broken mud and rubbed it in his hands. The soil fell slowly through his fingers. Then he was blown by the wind and didn't know where he went.

Penn no longer impatiently scolded "Cunzhun", but was surprisingly patient and stood quietly waiting for him.

This stop is about ten minutes.

Sanders frowned and just stepped forward to say that it's not a matter for everyone to wait here. He at least needs to report on how things are going so that senior Penn can make plans for the next step.

Roger just stood up and turned around, "Sanders, what are you doing? What do you want while I'm squatting? Thank you for just saying to trust your teammates, you beast and hypocrite!"

"I..." Sanders wiped it off depressed and wanted to beat someone.

"Put away your playful temper. Sooner or later one of the Templar's chairs belongs to you, Roger," Penn said meaningfully.

Roger twitched at the corners of his mouth. Dean Penn's earnest words really made him feel strange. Instead of doing so, he might as well be scolded as a stupid pig.

"The smell is very weak. Someone should have handled it specially..." Roger calmed down. It's almost midnight now. He's had enough jokes. It's almost time to dare to do something serious.

"And then?" Payne frowned.

"I can still find it, but the location is very scattered!" Roger said. "When I confirm the approximate location, I'll leave the rest to Sanders..."

Penn nodded. These are the combination of their abilities, which is why he asked them to come.

Sanders didn't have as much nonsense as Roger. He went directly to the mud ground, picked out some wet soil, and then began to play with the mud in front of everyone

Roger looked at it seriously. This time he never opened his mouth to joke, because he knew that Sanders could not be distracted when he was absorbed in doing these things. Once distracted, these mud people would really become mud people.

Puppet Kui went to him, squatted down gracefully, and then helped Sanders pinch the mud together.

Payne frowned. This kind of help is too fucking for a person who advocates violence to solve problems!

Hundreds of clay figurines were pinched in just five minutes.

"Bearing, 449, 776, 853!" said Roger.

The clay figurine lying in the mud suddenly moved, then turned into the grass and disappeared.

Roger put a hand on Sanders' arm and closed his eyes.

As time went by, the typhoon roared more and more, and several people along the path were as stable as Mount Tai

"Location 449, Search completed, confirm error!"

"Location 776, Search completed, confirm error!"

"Position 853, Search completed, confirm..." Roger suddenly paused. "Position 853, abnormal, metal sensitivity active, bad..."

"Poof!"

Sanders suddenly fell down. Penn caught him quickly. Then he vomited most of his blood on Penn.

"What's the matter?" Payne said coldly.

"There are... There are special creatures!" Roger's face was covered with cold sweat.

Sanders flashed a light in his eyes, turned his head and looked straight at the direction of the mountain.