At this time, the sound of explosions and fighting came from the location of Santa Cana's special car next door.
The smoke and dust around Zhao Chen dissipated, and he looked over.
I saw dozens of men in black armed with laser guns attacking the location of Santa Cana's special vehicle. Santa Cana's subordinates used the special vehicle as a cover and formed a defensive position with energy shields.
If it were just a firefight like this, these attackers would not be able to capture Santa Cana in a short time.
Boom boom boom
Suddenly, three loud noises were heard.
The three containers fell exactly around the Santa Cana bus position.
The deformed container was torn open from the inside.
Three huge black shadows came out!
They are three combat mechas.
"T3 Stalker-class small combat mecha." Zhao Chen recognized this combat mecha immediately.
The size is not big, but it belongs to T3 level!
It seems that these three stalker mechas are the key to the attack on Santa Cana.
Three T3 Stalkers launched an attack on the Santa Cana position immediately!
Leopard Girl breathed a sigh of relief. She also realized that this attack was not directed at their commander, but at the commander of the Holy Angel Legion next door.
But the next second, a figure jumped out.
"You stay where you are and protect Chu Xuan and Xue Xiaoxiao."
Under the shocked eyes of Leopard Girl and others, where the commander originally stood, only the mask he originally wore was left.
Three stalker mechas surrounded Santa Cana and others with the force of their horns.
Two of them activated their cannons and aimed at the energy shield of the damaged special vehicle defense position to suppress fire!
Although Santa Cana's personal guards all carry some weapons, how can the firepower of individual weapons be compared to two T3-level mechas.
Fortunately, there was an energy shield, otherwise the Santa Cana in the bunker would have been turned into a puddle of mud.
"No! A Stalker is approaching us, and it is preparing to attack us directly! Our energy shield cannot protect against this kind of physical attack!" A guard watched as a Stalker was approaching them step by step.
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Once it gets close, it can crush them with one kick.
Santa Cana frowned, the current situation was very bad.
The enemy was obviously well prepared, with two T3 Stalkers providing cover fire, and one T3 Stalker approaching a sure kill.
They stay here now to wait for death, but the firepower of the two T3 Stalkers makes it difficult for them to move.
She didn't expect those guys to be so anxious that they would do things like assassination.
"Sir, wait a minute and we will find a way to cover your retreat!" a subordinate said through gritted teeth.
"Evacuate? Where to retreat? Now we only have to fight to the end until the rescue team here arrives." Santa Cana held the weapon, without any fear of death in her eyes.
She is not afraid of death. She is the commander of the Holy Angel Legion and has long taken life and death lightly.
But what she is more worried about is that if she fails to investigate the matter she is investigating clearly, the cancer of the Holy Glory Empire will continue to exist, and even endanger the Holy Glory Empire.
The Holy Light will never forgive her!
Crack, click, click
At this moment, a mechanical sound came.
Santa Cana looked at the stalker mecha that had walked towards them. It had a hammer-like weapon stretched out from its right hand and was waving it, preparing to smash it down towards their bunker position.
"Attack! Attack!" Sheng Cana shouted sharply, aiming the weapon in her hand at the stalker mecha.
Several small rockets were also launched at the same time.
Boom boom boom
These attacks hit the stalker mecha and its hammer weapon.
A large amount of dust was kicked up.
But...a huge black shadow in the dust is still falling rapidly.
It's that hammer!
The attack by Santa Cana and others actually left it unscathed.
Come to think of it, this is a T3 level combat mecha after all!
The huge hammer passed through the energy shield and was about to smash down.
Saint Cana closed her eyes in despair.
Please forgive me, Holy Light, I failed to complete my mission.
The imagined pain did not happen.
Santa Cana opened her eyes in confusion, and her pupils trembled in astonishment.
She actually saw a figure standing in front of her.
Wearing black attached portable individual soldier full body armor.
Click... click...
Several black pieces fell to the ground.
Those were the broken fragments of the right fist armor of the black-armored warrior in front of me.
He...he actually blocked the Stalker mecha's hammer with his fist!
The most important thing is that the armor on his hands was shattered, but his fists were intact!
This...how is this possible?
No matter how strong a living being is, even the Draconians from the Warhammer Interstellar United States, it is impossible for them to withstand T3 level combat mechs based on physical fitness alone.
This man... couldn't be a war machine.
Then an even more shocking scene occurred. She saw cracks appearing on the mecha hammer on the man's fist at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Pieces of material fell to the ground.
In the end, most of the hammer was broken into pieces!
This...how is this possible!
Santa Cana felt like her head was short-circuited.
The next second, the man in black armor in front of him bent his legs and jumped.
It rushed directly towards the chest of the stalker mecha at an astonishing speed.
"What is this stuff?
You actually resisted my hammer with your body alone?" The stalker mecha pilot had not yet reacted, his heart was full of shock.
After all, what happened really subverted his conventional imagination.
And the next second, he saw a figure rushing in front of his eyes.
Then, he heard a loud noise.
The originally dark cockpit was blasted with a gap, and a hand pinched his head.
The mecha pilot's pupils dilated, feeling the pain of his head being squeezed.
This...this...person is probably not a monster.
The next second, even greater pain came.
Because the owner of this hand actually wanted to drag him out of the mecha cockpit.
"Ahhhhh..."
A shrill scream was heard, and then a bloody mecha pilot was thrown to the ground.
Due to the external compression when he was dragged out, his limbs were fractured and deformed, and almost none of the skin around his body was good.
The Stalker mecha, which lost control, fell to its knees directly on the ground.
Santa Cana looked at the black-armored man standing on top of the stalker mecha in shock. The missing part of the black armor on his right arm was already covered in blood.
But it looks like... it should be the blood of the mecha pilot.
This...this...this person is probably not a monster.
Tear mecha by hand?
"There are two left." The black-armored warrior twisted his neck and looked at the stalker mechas on the other sides.