The carriage door is very heavy. After everyone left the carriage and entered the all-terrain vehicle, Changsun Xueqing specially put a genetic lock on the carriage.
When Tang Lang gently placed his fingers on the gene lock and detected Tang Lang's body temperature and genes, the gene lock popped open. At Punk's signal, Tang Lang reached out and grabbed the handle of the car.
The black wallets holding guns who followed out of the bar involuntarily held their breaths and quietly took a step back without leaving any trace. What if the thing in Tang Lang's hand fell off when he opened the door?
That's a lunatic, no one can tell.
To be honest, even the bald man standing at the door of the bar had his eyes wandering a little at that moment, and his body quietly shrank behind the strong man next to him.
The so-called not afraid of death only means that before the shadow of death comes over you, when possible danger comes, it is better to die as a fellow Taoist than to die as a poor Taoist.
Changsun Xueqing, however, glanced at Lao Li who was not far away from her with the corner of her eye without revealing any trace. Both she and Lao Jianghu, who had kept his mouth shut, understood that the most critical moment was about to come.
If Tang Lang couldn't dodge the gun or jump into the mecha, everything would be over.
The gangsters were a little frightened and looked at Tang Lang with a bit of curiosity as he opened the heavy carriage door. All their attention was focused on the back of the carriage door, including the punk head, who couldn't help but look at him.
Looking inside the car door that has not yet been fully opened.
Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.
That was also the last complete picture he saw in his life.
A mecha, like a giant baby, curled up in the carriage. As the carriage door was pulled, the eyes of the mecha's mechanical head that was slowly raising were glowing with blue light, which was a sign that it was charging and starting up.
"I..." As he roared in shock and anger, changes suddenly occurred.
Tang Lang, who was holding the gun to the back of his head, twisted his neck strangely, and the muzzle of the gun suddenly slid open. He suddenly pulled the trigger in panic, and the metal projectiles fired violently hit the armor of the mecha in the carriage, causing a stream of sparks.
Tang Lang's hand suddenly grasped Punk's head's wrist and pulled it down. With a crisp "click" sound, Punk's head started from his forearm and folded into a creepy thirty-degree angle with his upper arm's anti-joint.
The gun pointed right through Tang Lang's armpit at the punk head himself.
But the instructions in the punk head's mind continued, and the completely broken arm still directed the index finger through the nerves to continue to pull the trigger.
"Bang bang" two consecutive shots made two big holes in the ribs of the punk's head. From the front, the back can be seen, and from the back, the front can be seen.
It was only then that all the gangsters, including the big bald man, reacted, raised their guns and started shooting near the carriage door.
But at this time, Tang Lang had already entered the carriage through the half-meter-long gap. Most of the bullets either hit the punk's head, whose vision was gradually dimming, or were blocked by the heavy carriage door.
"Miss Changsun, I have to say that your bodyguard is really brave. Not only did he lie to me, but he also tried to escape." If the bald man, who was already furious, didn't know that he had been deceived by Tang Lang,
, then he has really been the boss for so long.
"But, do you think you can stop bullets by hiding in the car?" The bald man's eyes were cold. "What a pity! I can't peel off his complete skin as a souvenir. You know, I like to collect these brave guys.
Leather products.”
Following his voice, the four heavy machine guns on the shoulders of the two mechas were aimed at the large truck, and all the black wallets who took a few steps back showed cruel smiles on their faces.
For them, the death of the little boss Punk Head will not cause any sadness. There are many people who want to sit in his seat. What they are most excited about is seeing a killing feast that is about to be staged.
The concentrated fire of the four Vulcan cannons was much brighter than the fireworks.
They did not see that in the carriage, the eyes of the steel behemoth that Tang Lang jumped into had flashed white light, which was a sign that the mecha was ready. Occasionally, the violent metal bullets shot through the carriage door fell on the machine.
The thick armor could only leave a trail of fire in vain.
The cockpit armor on the mecha's chest was closed heavily.
Sitting in the extremely familiar driving chair, holding the joystick, pushing forward, ignition, and fingers sliding over the control buttons like a gust of wind, the steel body wrapped around him seemed to have been injected with soul at this moment.
Come to life.
Through the whole-body sensing system of the seat, Tang Lang could feel that all parts of the entire body, including some bearings, joints, ball valve parts, were entering a state of active self-check. It was as if countless elves were suddenly moving in all directions, working together to support this
A huge body of steel about to break out of the car.
Vitality, exuberance.
This is also the only difference between Tang Lang's feeling and driving a mecha in the virtual space.
A feeling of having his destiny in his own hands penetrated from his brain into his whole body, and Tang Warrior's mecha's fists suddenly clenched.
"Kill him!" The voice was almost still swirling in the bald man's throat, and then there was a loud "bang", and a 4.5-meter-tall mecha smashed the entire carriage into pieces, and he slowly stood up.
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With the help of Hobrou, the super smart brain, the moment Tang Lang was pressed towards the carriage, Hobrou remotely activated Tang Warrior to start charging, completely eliminating the need for the mecha to start charging.
In those few seconds, the armor plate of the mecha cabin had naturally been moved away, waiting for Tang Lang to jump in.
Tang Lang's biggest reliance is naturally not bombs, but Tang warriors and hob meat. Even if the bald man wants to attack in the bar, he is sure to enter the mecha and kill them, unless someone dares to be crazy in a small space.
Li set fire and planned to kill himself too, but even then, Tang Lang was sure to die behind such a crazy guy.
It’s really a mecha, and it’s really a Tang warrior. The bald man’s eyes almost popped out.
Dozens of black wallets carrying guns around them were speechless for a moment, staring dumbfounded as the graceful and solemn mecha carrying a long gun turned its head to look at them.
Cold all over.
What level of mecha master is he?
Perhaps at this moment, this answer is what most members of the "Bald Party" want to know most urgently.
Just looking at the styling, their two old-fashioned mechas are like a country aunt meeting a princess queen. The two are not on the same level at all.
The only hope is that the lunatic is not as good as the two most powerful junior first-level mecha masters in the black market town.
"Fire! Fire!" The big bald man suddenly roared crazily.
The man who had been in the army didn't know what level of mecha master Tang Lang was, but he knew that attacking first would lead to gain, and then there would be disaster.
The moment the gunfire rang out, Samurai Tang did a forward somersault, his huge body as flexible as a fat monkey, frightening the black wallets around him and fleeing in all directions. Where would he listen to the boss's order and shoot?
Besides, is it useful to use an assault rifle to shoot at a mecha?
As for the two mechas who were still in a daze, once their Vulcan cannons started firing, everyone here would be turned into dregs.
During the hesitation, Tang Warrior turned over and fell. After trampling the two black wallets that had no time to escape, he stretched out his huge mechanical arm, broke open the roof of the bar, and stretched out his hand to pull back the bald man who was frantically trying to retreat into the bar.