"Oops, this A-level can protect them from landing... There is a high probability that there is a C-level woman in that rescue cabin!"

New instructions soon came from the command center.

"The man with empty hands is most likely Class A, kill him! Don't accidentally injure another man and the rescue capsule."

"This is impossible!" The battleship transmitted the relevant images to the command center, "The contact is too close."

With the development of imperial technology to this day, the shooting accuracy of battleships is indeed good.

However, when the opponent is falling rapidly and is affected by the advection air, the A-level awakener can still maneuver and move...

The most important thing is that these three people are too close. The B-class soldier has Qu Jianlei in his left hand and the rescue cabin in his right hand. How do you aim at this?

The response from the command center was quick, "Load the paralysis bomb!"

That is to say, it is a warship in the anti-smuggling category. It is a warship left to the military. Even if it has paralysis bombs, it will probably take a long time to find them in the ammunition depot.

The next moment, several machine guns on the battleship sprayed out continuous tongues of flame.

"I'm rough..." Qu Jianlei gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, flashing the two oil bottles crazily.

He didn't know what kind of bullet the opponent fired, so even if he was covered with three layers of armor, he was not willing to take it hard.

After all, it is a machine gun on a battleship, the heaviest machine gun.

In anger, Qu Jianlei dodged and accelerated towards the ground.

His movement caused the B-level man to suffer so much that he couldn't help but scream into his ear.

"Even speed, even speed! My hand is going to be sprained!"

Qu Jianlei snorted coldly and shouted in reply, "You have to land first! You are a B-level cultivator, don't be so squeamish!"
Chapter completed!