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Chapter 1084 The precursor to disorder (seventeen)

Various parts spattered away instantly, and steam leaked from the two deformed heavy equipment along the broken pipes, surrounding them and wrapping them tightly.

The captain yelled out, but it didn't stop anything from happening. Cassia's initial stick changed the shape of his waist. The red copper pipes were crushed a lot, and the body was deformed. He couldn't do it again at all.

He came out of the pretense. At this moment, he stood up, relying more on his own strength, and the blocked steam power system became an auxiliary.

The "buzzing" sound of the hydraulic motor came from its chest, and a large amount of hydraulic oil was sprayed out from the gap in the form of mist by high pressure. Between the gaps in the welded armor of the whole body, the rich steam was like solid water, gushing out all over.

It fell down. At this time, the captain directly popped open the entire heavily armored head, revealing a head full of sweat. The bright red cross pupils began to burn.

As if to retaliate, Cassia turned on the rejection reaction at this time, and the blood-red cross pupils were opened by force, and the size was nearly three times the size of the captain's man.

Cassia held the piston rod with both hands and used it as a spear. He leveled it steadily and pointed it at the angry enemy in front of him.

The six-barreled heavy machine gun was spinning at this moment, and the bullets mixed with tracer bullets turned the ballistic lines into flowing bright lines, heading towards Cassia in clusters.

Just by gently changing the tilt angle of the piston rod with his hands, all the bullets from the heavy machine gun were completely blocked by the front end of the piston rod. At this moment, Cassia hugged the piston rod and rushed forward. After the bullets were completely embedded in the front end, they began to splash everywhere.

Shooting away. In the sparks of friction, the distance of less than twenty or thirty meters was crossed by Cassia in one breath, and the captain man seemed to understand that after being restricted by wearing heavy equipment, there was no possibility of competing with the enemy's flexibility.

The moment the piston rod reached his eyes, he released the launch button of the heavy machine gun and placed it horizontally in front of the piston rod. The chain saw on the other mechanical arm made a "boom" sound, even if it was out of reach.

, but he still struck hard in Cassia's direction.

"Zizzizi,,," The alloy stick as thick as an adult's waist hit the heavy equipment without any accident. The chain saw naturally chopped into the air and chopped on the smooth surface of the piston rod. It was eaten immediately, splashing out like a waterfall.

Burning sparks. The captain man turned on all the power of the heavy equipment, and the hydraulic oil was sprayed out by high pressure in an instant. The gaps in the armor became vents, and steam was sprayed out from it, surrounding it.

I thought that after blocking the first wave of impact caused by the huge inertia of the piston rod, I could still push back with the assistance of strength and steam power. However, after reloading and involuntarily retreated a few steps, several internal safety valves

At the same time, there was a pressure relief sound of high-pressure overload. The leader's man's roar had no real effect. The sound of the safety relief valve began to sound regularly, and after one or two breaths, it became one. The pace of reloading and retreating quickly accelerated.

When the man in charge realized that he could no longer retreat, he realized that he had been pushed against a load-bearing steel column in the repair shop area with his heavy equipment.

With no other option left, the captain vented his anger by roaring. He focused all his power on the chain saw, and the roar quickly drowned out his roar. The chain saw was completely swallowed up by the splashing sparks.

Inside the piston rod, along with the flying fragments of parts, the chain full of sharp blades broke apart in a red glow, leaving only the small steam engine driving it to rotate at extremely high speeds still making useless noises.

The piston rod continued to move forward, compressing the entire heavy equipment. The captain felt the slowly increasing pressure on his body. The armor was deforming, and cracks appeared in the welded parts. He was unable to move the only movable piece of machinery.

With his arms, the man violently struck the huge piston rod that was supporting him.

He saw that the enemy was suppressing him so that he could not move with only one hand. He seemed to have figured out something in an instant and stopped resisting.

"Who are you?" The man completely lost his motivation and asked as his enemy pulled out a revolver and pointed it at his head.

"An ordinary person similar to you, just like you now, is still struggling violently." Cassia said, and then pulled the trigger. The piston rod then fell heavily, and the man and the heavy equipment were half leaning on the steel support beam.

, motionless. There seemed to be a warning sound not far away. Cassia caught it carefully, took a look around, and then left.

Soon, this place will be taken over by the security department of the Chil Kingdom, and everything that happens will spread to the ears of many people in a short period of time. There are less than ten targets left, and he wants to clean them up as soon as possible to avoid leaving many people behind.

Necessary trouble.

Nowadays, when doing these things, I rarely ask about the right or wrong and the reasons. Many times, no one party is absolutely wrong. If you sort it out carefully, it is more about the different positions you stand at this moment. Differences will arise.

Differences, differences will cause conflicts among a small number of people, and conflicts will lead to fights. However, among surgeons, the chances of fights caused by differences are much higher.

It was the morning of the next day, and Cassia changed into clean clothes in the alley before walking to the street. In the early morning, pedestrians seemed to be in a hurry, and the sense of oppression of the internal war had already reached them. It was reported in the daily newspapers

Various news about internal conflicts are reported in a timely manner. In some areas where the two parties interact, battles that occur from time to time are the focus of the news.

New refugees were born every day, and they immediately flocked to areas in the rear such as Miklos. Most of the warring areas were in ruins. After all, this internal war had been going on for a long time.

While eating food in the park, I read these newspapers. Then Cassia threw them into the trash can and returned to his residence. There were reports about the death of the target, but they were different from Cassia's personal experience.

There are huge discrepancies. Literary workers dealt with them and guided them to the side of the rebel forces with various edges and vague words.

It is easy to believe that in this atmosphere, what Cassia does seems to be an invisible boost to the king's power. At least the results of the observations are in a good direction, in terms of the king's power.

Mainstream? Or is it an application of information and psychological analysis? Cassia cannot be said to be judgmental, and there is no way to draw reasonable conclusions. But at least for most people, although these are not beneficial, they are harmless.

Returning to the small building where he lived, Cassia informed Waters of the matter. Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Hessler came to stay with Cassia with his simple luggage and the long gun that he almost never left.

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As for what those weapons suppliers think and what the king's forces think, both of them are waiting for the results of Waters' investigation.

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"It's been a while since something happened to you. I thought I would get in touch with you as soon as possible."

"It's too tight, and mobile communications are restricted. It's no longer easy to send news to you, sir." A sighing tone, a tired voice.


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