Boom boom boom boom
At that moment, the sounds of explosions and fighting came from the location of the Santa Cana shuttle bus next door.
The smoke and dust around Zhao Chen dissipated, and he looked over.
Dozens of men in black, armed with laser guns, were seen attacking the location of Saint Cana's car. Saint Cana's subordinates used the car as cover and formed a defensive position with the help of energy shields.
If it's just this kind of firefight, these attackers won't be able to take down Saint Cana in a short time.
Boom boom boom
Suddenly, three loud explosions were heard.
The three containers landed precisely around the Santa Cana chauffeur service area.
The deformed container was torn open from the inside.
Three enormous black shadows emerged!
They are three combat mechs.
"T3 Hunter-class small combat mech." Zhao Chen recognized the combat mech immediately.
It's not large in size, but it belongs to the T3 level!
It seems that these three Hunter mechs were the key to the attack on Saint Cana.
Three T3 Hunters launched an attack on Santa Cana's position immediately!
The leopard woman breathed a sigh of relief. She realized that this attack was not aimed at their commander, but at the commander of the Holy Angel Legion next door.
But the next second, a figure darted out.
"You stay where you are and protect Chu Xuan and Xue Xiaoxiao."
To the astonishment of the Leopard Woman and the others, where the commander had stood, only his original mask remained.
Three Hunter mechs surrounded Saint Cana and her companions in a pincer-like formation.
Two of the machine guns were activated to suppress the energy shield of the damaged vehicle defense position with firepower!
Although Saint Cana's guards all carried some weapons, how could the firepower of individual weapons compare to that of two T3-level mechs?
Fortunately, there was an energy shield, otherwise Saint Cana inside the bunker would have been blasted into a pile of mud.
"Not good! A stalker is approaching us, it's preparing to attack us directly! Our energy shields can't defend against this kind of physical attack!" A guard watched as a stalker slowly approached them.
Once it gets close, it can crush them with a single stomp.
Saint Cana frowned; the situation was dire.
The enemy was clearly well-prepared, with two T3 Jagdpanzers providing cover fire and one T3 Jagdpanzer approaching for a kill.
Staying here would mean certain death, but the firepower of those two T3 Hunters made it impossible for them to move an inch.
She never expected those guys to be so desperate as to resort to assassination.
"Sir, we'll find a way to cover your retreat!" one of the subordinates said through gritted teeth.
"Retreat? Where to retreat to? Now we have no choice but to fight to the end and hold out until the rescue team arrives." Saint Cana held her weapon, her eyes showing no fear of death.
She was not afraid of death; as the commander of the Holy Angel Legion, she had long since become indifferent to life and death.
However, what she was more worried about was that if the matter she was investigating was not investigated thoroughly enough, the cancer within the Holy Radiant Empire might persist, or even eventually endanger the Holy Radiant Empire itself.
The Holy Light will never forgive her!
crunch crunch
Just then, a mechanical voice came from inside.
Saint Cana looked at the Hunter mech that had already approached them. Its right hand extended a weapon that looked like a hammer, which it was swinging and preparing to smash down on their bunker.
"Attack! Attack!" Saint Cana shouted, aiming her weapon at the Hunter mech.
Several small rockets were also launched at the same time.
Boom boom boom
These attacks all struck the Hunter mech and its hammer weapon.
A large cloud of dust was kicked up.
But... a huge black shadow continued to plummet rapidly through the dust.
It's that iron hammer!
The attacks from Saint Cana and the others left it completely unharmed.
Come to think of it, this is a T3-level combat mech after all!
The massive iron hammer pierced through the energy shield and was about to smash down.
Saint Cana closed her eyes in despair.
Please forgive me, Holy Light, for I have failed to fulfill my mission.
The imagined pain did not occur.
Saint Cana opened her eyes in confusion, her pupils widening in astonishment.
She actually saw a figure blocking her way.
A full-body, black, attached, portable personal armor.
Crack... Crack...
Several black fragments fell to the ground.
That was a fragment of the broken armor on the right fist of the black-armored warrior in front of us.
He... he actually blocked the Hunter mech's hammer with his fist!
Most importantly, the armor on his hands was shattered, but his fists were completely intact!
How...how is this possible?
Even the strongest individual, even a dragonkin from the Warhammer Starfleet United States, couldn't possibly withstand a T3-level combat mech based solely on physical strength.
This man... could he be a war machine?
Then, an even more shocking scene unfolded: 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 shattered!
This...this is impossible!
Saint Cana felt like her brain had short-circuited.
The next second, the black-armored man in front of them bent his legs and leaped away.
It charged straight at the chest of the Hunter mech with astonishing speed.
"What is this thing?"
"He actually withstood my hammer with his bare hands?" The Hunter mech pilot was still in shock, completely bewildered.
After all, what happened was so contrary to his conventional imagination.
The next second, he saw a figure dart right in front of him.
Then he heard a loud bang.
The originally dark cockpit was blasted open, and a hand gripped his head.
The mecha pilot's pupils dilated as he felt the pain of his head being squeezed.
This...this...this person must be a monster, right?
The next second, even greater pain followed.
Because the owner of this hand actually wanted to drag him out of the mech's cockpit.
"Ahhhhh..."
A piercing scream rang out, followed by the sight of a mangled mech pilot lying on the ground.
The external pressure during the dragging caused his limbs to be fractured and deformed, and almost every piece of skin around his body was unharmed.
The Hunter mech, now out of control, collapsed to its knees.
Saint Cana stared in astonishment at the black-armored man standing atop the Hunter mech; the missing part of his right arm armor was covered in blood.
But judging from the appearance... it must be the blood of that mech pilot.
This...this...this person must be a monster.
Tearing apart a mecha with bare hands?
"Two left." The black-armored warrior twisted his neck and looked at the Hunter mechs on the other two sides.
