The porters are not numbers. In fact, they are really just a group of porters who were improvised.
In the establishment of the Space-Time Management Bureau, the existence of porters first extended to the Pacific Rim world. They were personnel drawn from other worlds in order to rush to produce Mecha Hunters. These personnel used their bodies and large machinery to assist in transporting materials and assisting in the production of the Shattered Dome.
Mecha Hunter.
However, after the Time and Space Administration acquired the magic of the Harry Potter world, as well as the popularity of shrinking spells and traceless stretch bags, these porters lost their original use.
As a result, the group of porters has become smaller and smaller, so that they can only work in the logistics department and become a boring group of people sitting in the office to get stamps.
Often their most labor-intensive task is to take out the corresponding traceless stretch bags from the material warehouse, then hand the items to the applicants outside, and then stamp the application form vigorously.
Large machinery or heavy vehicles can float close to the ground due to the floating spell. The user can even push them away with one finger when the spell is turned on.
So Kenduo called himself the "porters with the least effort". From then on, "porter" became a helpless self-deprecation.
Now this group of porters sitting in their offices doing nothing was gathered outside Biyou Village. They surrounded Biyou Village, which was already burning with fire, and prepared to completely clear it out.
The temporary workers who fought against the superiors also encountered their own troubles.
Those aliens transformed through the self-cultivation furnace took up weapons one after another to assist the superiors in fighting against the temporary workers.
"Master, we are here!"
"Yes! Let them have a taste of our power!"
The villagers came to the war zone excitedly with various magic weapons, and relied on their numbers to surround the temporary workers.
For these villagers who have not experienced the training process, this kind of battle is like an ARPG game. They are playing their own role as villagers and resisting the invasion of outsiders.
In their minds, the laws of the ordinary world are still iron laws. They have never thought that fighting after becoming aliens will lead to death.
Someone picked up a trumpet-like magic weapon and roared in the direction of the temporary workers.
'ha!'
This group of villagers never thought that such a large-scale attack would affect their own people.
The air wave generated by this blowing Qi, which was like the Buddhist Lion's Roaring Technique, sprayed out from the horn, directly destroying a large area of surrounding houses, causing the battle between the temporary workers and the rooter to temporarily stop and move positions.
"It works! Hit them quickly!"
Seeing that the fighting was temporarily stopped, the villagers of Biyou Village became even more excited.
After throwing the Molotov cocktail, Feng Baobao circled around and rejoined the battlefield. She looked left and right and squatted next to Chen Duo, watching Chen Duo play with his mobile phone.
Liu Wukui pushed his brother, looked at Chen Duo and Feng Baobao who were like outsiders with confusion, and asked: "You just look at it like this?"
Feng Baobao directed Chen Duo to complete the tower defense game and said nonchalantly: "As I said before, this is a scare operation. We just need to scare the villagers here back. We don't need to take action against the villagers."
Liu Wukui looked at the villagers who were getting closer and said in a panic: "But if you don't take action, the villagers will take action against you!"
"No problem, they are coming..."
The porters who arrived also appeared at the entrance of the village, and they were called porters. However, they had all undergone combat training from the Space-Time Administration. It was just that they could not keep up with the first echelon and were forced to sit in the office and do logistics. Put them anywhere.
In an ordinary world, they would all be super soldiers.
It's just that this group of super soldiers thought about one thing. Their opponents were just 'civilians', armed civilians without any training, and they were not even considered armed civilians.
So when the porters narrowed the encirclement, they were surprised not to find any enemies.
At first, Kendo wondered if there were people with super powers lurking, but after using various detection equipment, he discovered that the enemy might really be ordinary people.
Looking at the villagers in the village with various magical weapons, Kendo understood that this mission really did not require the use of regular combat troops. These villagers were like orangutans with firearms, dangerous and full of ridicule.
The appearance of the porters was also noticed by the lively villagers, who gathered in groups.
"Looking at the equipment of those people, they must be here to steal our 'immortal fate'. Come on, everyone!"
The villagers instantly divided into two groups, one group was to be a pig teammate and assist in loading the root device, and the other group was to fight against the incoming porters.
Looking at the messy villagers in front of him, Kendo helplessly ordered on the channel: "Remember, don't kill anyone!"
"Don't beat people to death? Stop telling jokes and let you see how powerful our immortal bond is!"
The villagers who came in front also heard Kendo's words, raised the black tubular object in their hands, and after injecting Qi, a Qi blade like a lightsaber stretched out from it.
Turning sideways to avoid the slashing Qi Blade, Kendo said happily: "This toy is good, my daughter will definitely like it!"
"Toy? What do you think this is?"
The villager, who was completely wrapped in a black jumpsuit, shook his right hand, and a pink Qi blade shot out from his hand towards Kendo. At the same time, the Qi blade in his left hand slashed at Kendo's head.
Kendo crossed his arms, and the caged arm guards of the AMG-78 mechanical exoskeleton directly blocked the two attacks.
Looking at the knife marks on the wrist-strengthening device, Kendo couldn't help but smile. It couldn't even cut through an unshielded exoskeleton. It's no wonder that this kind of enemy wants to keep its hands.
With his left hand stored under his left ribs, Kendo didn't delay at all and launched a 50-horsepower punch directly at the person in front of him.
Like the sound of a hammer falling on the water, the steel fist hit the opponent's body, and a layer of flowing Qi appeared on the surface of the opponent's body, blocking the punch.
Kenduo could see clearly that the opponent's protective equipment was not as good as the shield generator issued by the Administration. This kind of flowing Qi had extremely poor defense, and the punch just now had already caused cracks at the impact point.
"Surrender, you are no match for me! I don't want women to get hurt."
Kendo also wanted to persuade the opponent in front of him, but after hearing these words, the opponent became angry.
"You are discriminating!"
The opponent crossed his arms and used a swift attack like a storm of blades, vowing to cut Kendo into pieces.
Kendo didn't lie. Kendo was merciful enough to civilians of this level. He was a ruthless man who could kill Raccoon City alone. Even if he didn't have a thermal weapon in his hand, the training from the Management Bureau made it so that he didn't need to think.
You can easily deal with such random civilians.
Blade Storm? Kendo directly hit the glove of his right hand on the ground. The violent impact lifted up the stone bricks on the ground, and Blade Storm turned into a stone crusher.
The smoke and dust generated by the broken stones also became Kendo's cover. He put his right hand on the ground and jumped forward with a flying kick, directly interrupting the upcoming attack.
Then came the powerful punch with the left hand. The AMG-78 wrist strengthening device retracted the fist and began to accumulate energy. At the moment of contact with the enemy, it sent a shock wave visible to the naked eye on the opponent's body.
It was just a protective weapon. What these villagers used was nothing more than a discarded product from Ma Xianhong's research process. In front of the well-trained warriors, they were nothing more than young children holding ridiculous weapons.
The completely shattered protective weapon made Kendo's opponents fearful for the first time.
Kendo, who followed closely, amplified her fear infinitely. He took off his glove with his right hand and directly grabbed her head, forcefully lifting her up.
