The off-road vehicle raced along the road and soon left the Heisha Machinery Recycling Factory behind.
"It's finally safe!" Monkey breathed a sigh of relief. His mood today was like a roller coaster, jumping repeatedly between despair and hope. Fortunately, he finally escaped from the devil's cave.
"Wouldn't anyone take care of things here?" Yang Qiming asked Qiangwei.
"No." Qiangwei said, "The city next to the wilderness area is not even an official city of Aquamarine. The official definition is a refugee gathering area. Although there is a law enforcement team here, they only collect money and do not do anything."
"Even if you announce the things here to the media, the media will not broadcast them."
Yang Qiming felt a little heavy. Although the security of Shili Street in Wangjiang City was not very good, at least it was safe most of the time. If something like this happened, the law enforcement team would not sit idly by.
But in Shacheng, human trafficking, body recycling, murder and arson are all normal.
What a magical reality. The technology of the Galactic Alliance has become so advanced that the living conditions of each galaxy, each planet, and each city are completely different!
Before he could express his feelings, a violent explosion suddenly occurred behind them, and debris and air waves shattered the rear glass of the car.
Yang Qiming's quick eyesight and quick hands blocked the explosion fragments, and Qiangwei, the old ghost and the monkey in the car were not injured.
And a car behind them has turned into a fireball!
"It's the Armor Master!" Yang Qiming saw from a distance that there was a shadow approaching quickly in the sky behind him. It was the Armor Master flying at high speed.
Qiangwei said nothing and concentrated on controlling the vehicle.
The armor master was still approaching rapidly, and Yang Qiming could already see his message.
"It's a colonial armor master, at least a six-star warrior level!" Yang Qiming shouted.
The strength of the psychic armor master and the biological armor master are not necessarily the same as the armor level, but the strength of the colonial armor master is often the same as the strength of the armor.
Yang Qiming saw that the battle armor master had caught up with an off-road vehicle again. This time he did not choose to bomb with rocket launchers, but fell from the sky and smashed into the vehicle from the roof!
The people in the car had no time to resist, so he chopped them in two with a titanium steel sword!
He could obviously kill these people in other ways, but he chose to use a sword, purely because of his psychological abnormality.
"I can't beat him!" Yang Qiming decisively judged that the opponent was far superior to him in terms of armor and strength.
Being caught up by this armored master would lead to death.
"It's almost here." Qiangwei's brain kept trying to figure out the location.
Behind them, the colonial armor flew up again. His flying speed was twice as fast as the fastest speed of the off-road vehicle, and his driving skills could not solve the problem.
One thousand meters, eight hundred meters, five hundred meters, the distance between the two is rapidly shortening.
The titanium steel sword that killed people without blood reflected dazzling light in the sun, and Yang Qiming became nervous.
The opponent has already raised his sword. Judging from his posture, he is not trying to chop people to death, but is trying to cut them all open, including people and vehicles!
The colonial armor master was already in front of him. When he raised his sword, a cannonball hit him accurately and blew him away.
A female voice shouted: "Sister, we are here!"
Yang Qiming looked over and saw two armors flying in front of them.
One is black, and the other is pink. Black is okay, many armors are black, and pink armors seem a bit too "bright".
The one who just fired the cannonball was the pink armor.
The information about the armor also appeared in front of Yang Qiming.
"They are all psychic armors. The black armors are T1 and L6 level armors, and the pink armors are T1 and L9 levels?" Yang Qiming was a little surprised. A battle armor master with such strength actually called Sister Qiangwei. That Qiangwei
What level of armor master is he?
Her psychic powers have been suppressed and she doesn't wear armor, so Yang Qiming has no way of knowing her true strength.
"Weier, Black Tiger, kill the people behind!" Qiangwei shouted.
"How dare you chase our eldest sister? Do I agree?" The pink armor rushed over first. Her weapons were different from ordinary weapons. They were actually a pair of extra-large iron fists!
The diameter of its robotic arm is about the same as a pillar. It looks very uncoordinated, but it is full of power!
The colonial armor division was hit by an explosion, and as soon as he crawled out of the explosion pit, he was punched head on.
The pink armor punched harder than a pile driver. This extra-large iron fist, which weighed probably several tons, actually hit a phantom!
Yang Qiming watched as the colonial armor master was first punched to the ground, two punches shattered the sword, three punches hit him into the pit, and then N punches completely destroyed him!
This colonial armor master has no human form at all, and there is only a pile of mechanical fragments in the pit!
"This fighting method is really..." Yang Qiming exclaimed, "It's so simple and crude!"
"Sister, it's solved!" The pink armor flew over, keeping parallel to the car.
The black armor is cut off at the back.
"Sister, what's wrong with you these days? Everyone is worried about you!" said the person in the fan armor, and the voice sounded like a girl.
"It's not convenient to talk now." Qiangwei said, "Let's talk after we leave here."
"Okay!" The pink armor didn't ask any further questions, and she continued to guard.
About half an hour later, they finally arrived at the urban area of Shacheng. The armor division flew to the flight zone three hundred meters above the sky. The off-road vehicle turned left and right and arrived at a armor club.
Outside the club is a huge holographic projection projected into the air, with advertisements playing on it.
"The Rose Armor Club has the top armor coaches, simulation training, and actual combat drills..."
"We're here!" As soon as Qiangwei got out of the car, a bunch of people gathered around her.
Both men and women came forward and asked: "Sister, you are finally back!"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm going to kill those bastards from the Black Sand Gang!"
"Is she the boss, or what?" Yang Qiming guessed in his mind.
Qiangwei ordered: "These are my friends, let's arrange for them to stay here first."
She also specifically said to the pink armor: "Weier, this is A Ming, save my life and take him to rest."
"Okay!" Several people came to arrange them.
Wearing a fan armor, the woman named Wei'er looked at Yang Qiming and said, "Where did you pick up this rag? I really doubt it can be called a battle armor?"
"Made it myself." Yang Qiming said.
"Made it by yourself?" Wei'er became interested and said: "Although the craftsmanship is a bit rough, we are short of mechanics here... By the way, how did you save the eldest sister? Looking at your strength, I feel very nervous.
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As she spoke, she led Yang Qiming into the armor club.
The space here is huge, like a large gymnasium.
There are many people inside who are undergoing physical training, which is the training content of psychic armor masters.
Wei'er led him to turn left and right and came to a secret door. After opening it, it was an underground elevator.
They went directly to the third underground floor, where the decoration was stylish and a graceful female robot waiter came to greet them.
Yang Qiming thought to himself, Qiangwei is still a rich woman? This industry is quite big!
Weier took him to a room and said, "You should wash up first. If you need anything, just ask the robot."
"We'll talk about it later if we have something to do."
"Okay!" Yang Qiming nodded. He was indeed very tired. The battle just now had exhausted his spiritual energy and exhausted him. At this time, monkeys and others were also arranged. They needed to wash up, replenish food, heal their wounds, and