He Hao felt humiliated. Although it was between comrades, as the former strongest person in the team, he couldn't bear it.

He roared angrily, his mental power erupted forcefully, and blood arrows suddenly spurted out from his mouth and nose behind the mask.

After overdrafting his mental power, he clearly felt that the connection between himself and the first-generation power armor suddenly became closer, and they became more "kind" to each other. He could feel the power and hunger of the first-generation number.

Infinite potential, but no one can realize it.

He attacked again, but this time Lao Ba was not so relaxed, and he dodges in a panic. He Hao saw the dawn of victory, and he roared again, preparing to continue to squeeze his mental power.

"enough!"

The old squad leader yelled: "This is just a discussion between comrades. He Hao, are you willing to die?"

"He Hao" Yao Awen also called him with a cry. He suddenly withdrew from the war-mad state and glanced at his mask, which was bright red!

He sighed sadly, his mental strength ebbed, and a severe headache suddenly hit him. He groaned and sat down, smiled bitterly and said to Lao Ba: "You are too strong now, we can't catch up with you at all."

Lao Ba didn't say anything. Song Zheng on the side kept tempting him like a devil: "Come on, one shot of the spiritual sublimation agent will ensure that you will be happy for the rest of your life!"

He Hao said: "I will seriously consider it."

Yao Awen screamed: "He Hao, you don't really want to..."

He Hao looked at her and then at everyone: "What other options do we have? If it was before, we didn't get these initial code names and had nowhere to use our strong mental power, I might not really consider it.

This matter, but now...even if you don't admit it, you actually know that this is our only chance!

And we may be the only chance for the human race! "

Throughout the history of the human race, with their powerful technology, they are actually not weaker than the demon race. No matter what level of combat power the demon race has, there are corresponding technological weapons to deal with it.

After the human race was completely defeated on the planet, the fact that only a dozen main starships were able to contend with a sky demon until now is the most powerful proof.

There were many reasons for the defeat, but the inability of ordinary soldiers to face the demon clan was undoubtedly one of the important reasons.

Without the support of heavy weapons, even if they are wearing advanced power armor, the ordinary army of the human race cannot defeat any regular monster of the demon race.

But now, the extra powerful mental power of the first-generation account gives another possibility!

He Hao was obviously making a heavy decision, and when he spoke, he also had a tragic "I will not go to hell" feeling.

But Song Zheng carelessly interrupted, but he was not facing He Hao, but Yao Awen and a group of female soldiers: "Sir, I am very generous and don't want female slaves to warm the bed, mainly because of you.

You are too ugly. So if you like He Hao, then sell yourself here together. I will give you to He Hao as my wife, and he won’t be able to refuse even if he wants to!"

"As for the rest of you, there must be some who secretly like He Hao, right? Come all, I will give you He Hao together, no matter how big or small you are, you are all slaves anyway."

Yao Awen was originally very sad, but was made lose temper by his words. Those female soldiers stared at him like wolves, thinking that they had sold themselves into slaves, why bother to go to He Hao? Wouldn't it be better to attack the master directly?

Ugly? Are you kidding? In today's world, you still want to be beautiful? It would be great if you can find a woman.

The old squad leader whispered to Song Zheng: "Boss, there are some things I need to report to you. Let's go in and talk."

Strictly speaking, this base belongs to Song Zheng. After all, Song Zheng opened the gate, and when their team discovered this pre-war ruins, they were hired by Song Zheng.

The old squad leader told him about the situation of the base in the past few days, focusing on the difficulties. Although the base can generally operate, it lacks many resources and many functions cannot be used.

"Several important raw materials are missing now. These raw materials do not require much quantity, but their functions are indeed crucial.

If all these raw materials are in place, we can start producing heavy firepower weapons."

In the era of the home planet, a serious infectious disease spread among armies around the world: Caliber Dependence. The origin of the virus was probably a stupid general who casually said something like "Justice lies within the range of a cannon".

.This idiot may not have thought that it would have such serious consequences when he said those words.

In the interstellar era, this virus has upgraded to "equivalent dependence", which is still raging in the military and is incurable once it is contracted.

During the battle with the demon clan, this disease reached its peak and was infected with almost every warrior.

For example, the current senior squad leader is extremely ill.

When he saw that this base could produce heavy firepower weapons, he was scratching his head, but he didn't have enough materials, so he could only watch. The old squad leader hadn't slept well these days, so he was waiting for the boss to come back and discuss it seriously with him.

Let’s take a look at this issue.

Song Zheng didn't care and looked around: "Where are the people? The boss is back, and there's not even anyone serving tea or water! You eat mine and mine, and that's how you work?"

The old monitor had no choice but to make a cup of coffee for the boss himself.

Song Zheng's eyes lit up: "Where else is this thing?"

"There was a researcher who used a special vacuum device to preserve his coffee beans for personal gain. We found some, only about two pounds, and kept them all for the boss." The old monitor smiled flatteringly.

Song Zheng sipped the coffee: It was really average, far worse than what he drank in the Demon Clan.

"Okay, you old guy knows how to plot against me. Is it easy for me to make some money?"

"The boss is very wealthy and powerful." He also figured out the boss's temper, and while flattering him, he presented a list.

Song Zheng glanced at it and smiled: "What a coincidence, I went to buy some things this time, and I happened to have them all."

He took out all kinds of messy things from his backpack. The old squad leader's eyes lit up. Although they were not raw materials, the raw materials that produced these things happened to contain the raw materials he needed.

If I were here, I would definitely be surprised: all the seemingly useless gadgets that I bought while wandering around Torimi City are here.

"Is it enough?" Song Zheng asked.

The old squad leader made an estimate in his mind and said: "It's enough to produce twenty self-propelled missiles with an equivalent of 2 tons! With these weapons, our safety on Yugu Star is initially guaranteed!"
Chapter completed!