The tank designers considered almost all the attack methods they could think of, but never thought that one day someone would remove the tower cover with bare hands.

The driver under the hole-opened turret was filled with his hands. The observer looked at the machine gun pointing down from his head in a glance. The white observer subconsciously touched his waist, and his body was instantly blown by the warhead. The remaining two had to bite the bullet, activate the tank, and rush down the hillside.

The last M1A2 tank did not dare to fire at will, and according to the command of the command, the engine was started and followed closely to see what the other party was going to do.

Asasterman, who was standing on the top of the slope, was confused in his heart. The next moment, the tank that exploded the gun barrels rushed down and fired at an armored vehicle in front. Whether it was reacting or not, the front of the vehicle was blown up in everyone's sight. The nearby combat soldiers crawled and rolled on the ground with flames. Some were directly killed by the aftermath of the explosion, shrapnel, and lay motionless on the grass.

"Let's fire!" Asasterman did not have the same demeanor as before, and roared hysterically while pinching the communicator.

Almost at the same time, Wang Ruhu, who was squatting on the tank turret, was also issuing orders.

"Continue, next one!"

The machine guns were fired, and he quickly lowered his head and hid from the side of the turret. As soon as the pouring rain of bullets passed, he stood up and pointed the muzzle at the two inside the tank, "Go over and shoot!"

The man inside looked at the black muzzle and filled the shells again. Behind, the heavy tracks pulled the last tank and rushed over. The rotating muzzle sprayed a lot of flames towards this side the moment he received the order. The spiral shells directly hit the body of the car under Wang Ruhu's feet, tearing the steel plate, and the huge explosion flames. The aftermath drilled into the inside and instantly covered the ammunition storage warehouse.

boom!

Huge flames soared into the sky, and the turrets were blown away in an instant. The terrifying explosion shock wave spread. Two armored vehicles, more than ten meters apart, were shaking and shaking. The combat soldiers relying on cover were all impacted, or they could avoid shrapnel and lie down in pieces.

In the dark night, the flames illuminated more than 20 meters around, and the flames burned the frame. Nathan, who was observing with a night vision telescope, was anxiously searching for the possible body of the man.

From a distance, the soil was blown down half a meter deep. Asasterman finally had a smile on his face, "With such an explosion, that oriental man can't survive."

He looked slightly and attracted a CIA behind him.

"Notify the soldiers over there to search for the wreckage of that person's organization and take them back in packing. I want to see what kind of secret he has and can be so resistant to fighting!"

Just as CIA turned around and was about to leave, Nathan, who was holding the night vision telescope, suddenly became excited.

"O my God...he is not dead yet!"

"What?!"

Asasterman grabbed the telescope, and the burning fire was not far away, and a figure lay on the ground.

"How is this guy...is Superman."

He quickly narrowed his sight distance, and the distance in the mirror was shaking, and the figure lying on the ground was slowly raising his right arm.

"Call the soldiers over there to rush over! Just shoot him dead before he gets up!" Asasterman raised his voice and walked back and forth with his hair twitching, "Hurry, don't give him a chance to react!"

After the order was conveyed, the combat soldiers who struggled from the aftermath of the explosion were swearing and carefully approached.

On the side of the burning tank over there, in the weeds over twenty meters, Wang Ruhu endured the pain and moved, turned over and lay flat, quietly looking at the stars and moon in the night sky, gasping for breath.

The wound on the left arm had almost healed on its own, and a long hole was opened in the chest and abdomen. The healing itch was coming from the flesh that was turned outward, and there were also a series of low footsteps in the distance.

Looking at the night sky, Wang Ruhu raised his arm, put it in his mouth and bit his gloves and took it off, looking at the scarlet skin attached to his palm.

"I don't let you come out, but I will pull me into that space at any time. Dog said... I'm still pretending to be a good person. Do you want to die together?"

At this moment, the right hand held in front of him tightened uncontrollably and suddenly raised his middle finger, which made Wang Ruhu stunned for a moment.

In an instant, a vaguely hoarse and overlapping sounded in the air, saying different words.

"Humans don't try to scold us"

"...We are too weak and need to concentrate all our energy to digest the original demon stars you absorbed before."

“Now, it’s time.”

The middle finger, which was recently retracted into the fist, extending through the arm ring to Wang Ruhu's body as if giving energy. The latter endured the pain of the wound and pressed his left hand on the ground, shaking and supporting it, and the sound of the demon star lingers in his ears again.

‘Pick up that thing on the ground.’

Finally, his body recovered some strength and lowered his gaze. Looking at the broken tank tracks on the ground, his right hand trembled excitedly. Wang Ruhu's blood-stained corners of his mouth opened and reached out to grab the damaged track pins.

The moment I held it, the scarlet red piece that originally attached to the arm suddenly squirmed, spreading up like a stream of water and quickly wrapped it up, and spikes appeared one by one.

......

Fifty meters, the tank that turned the turret was aimed at this side.

Then, open the fire!

......

The half-heavy tank track was raised with Wang Ruhu's right arm, like a huge centipede squirming in his hand, swinging heavily, and the "wow" sounded in the air.

Bang!

The shells roared, and the "Iron Centipede" that had crossed the air dragged the sound of metal to meet it. It was a loud explosion, and the flames exploded in mid-air, and the terrifying waves of air spread out in all directions.

The combat soldiers who were originally rushing instinctively raised their hands to block the door. In the wave of rushing in the air, they panic and shouted in panic with their companions. The next second, the figure dragging the red tracks crashed in from the dispersed flames.

Under the moonlight, guns were squirting with flames, and panic figures shot and shouted, intertwined with gunfire. The tall figures advanced wildly, and blood splattered in the red light. The broken arm holding the handle of the gun had just been thrown away from the sky. The person's body was stabbed by a sharp thorn, and he was hit by heavy paws, buried directly in the soil, or smashed into two pieces, dragging colorful organs and falling all over the ground.

puff!

Puff-

The tracks were swung wildly, and Wang Ruhu pushed out the path, incomplete corpses were paved, and the cannons of the armored vehicles were rotating, and the black holes were continuously sprayed out of flames.

A rain of bullets hit!

Wang Ruhu spread his tracks to block his body. The scarlet side was full of metal hits from the turtle, and countless sparks flew everywhere. When the machine cannons stopped, he rushed out like shells, and his feet violently hit the vehicle in front. The ground was shaking under his running feet.

Over there, in the cab of the armored vehicle, the soldiers looked at the rushing figure and opened their eyes wide.

"Ha ha!"

"Hahaha--"

The running figure laughed wildly. At one moment, he stepped on his feet and jumped up. The sharp-spinned tank tracks in his hand swung away, and smashed down the hard front of the car-

“Ahhhh——”

The hysterical soldier screamed in despair, walked through the bulletproof glass, and the straight-knocked tracks instantly magnified the people's vision inside.

boom!

In an instant, the high front of the car sunk down. The wheels on both sides could not withstand this terrifying force, and the tires were flat and flat and sank into the soil.

Bang! Not far away, the tank finally fired again, the warhead flew over, and the track blocked it, and finally broke into two pieces unbearably. Wang Ruhu threw away the track, grabbed the flames burning in the air with his right hand, rushed out and jumped high.

The silver-white moonlight shone, raised his right arm backwards, and his clenched fist suddenly swung away, igniting a flame.

At some point.

From top to bottom, the tank dived out a larger wave of fire, and its fist hit the armor and the flames covered it, and the turret was shaken aside.

Wang Ruhu's chest was undulating, and he clamped the cannon tube with one hand. He looked at the figures and vehicles on the distant hillside. He clamped his hands tightly, clamped the cannon tube with one arm, and the soles of his feet suddenly sounded. The cannon was pulled down by him, and he pulled the cannon tube and turned it.

"Get out--"

A loud voice resounded, and his hand relaxed, and the spiraling turret was thrown out, flying to the high night sky. Wang Ruhu didn't even look at it, turned around and jumped off the bare tank, and ran quickly to the night ahead.

In the night sky behind him, a loud bang came from the helicopter, dragging a long tail flame, turning the propeller, and falling straight to the hillside. Someone opened his palms and supported his head. A film of light lit up, pushing the crashed wreck away, protecting the people and cars here.

CIA and NSA people moved. When they flipped out the equipment from the trunk of the car, Asasterman, who was standing in front, started with a pale face and asked them to stop.

"Let him go out of the United States..."

On the side, Nathan turned his head and looked like the former slowed down a trembling voice, and his fingertips were still trembling.
Chapter completed!