Chapter 210 Dealing Under Heavy Pressure

"How can this be!" Although it has long been guessed that the Sixth Element will definitely install some special weapons, no matter how amazing the thin glasses young man is, he has never thought that just a shelling, which building they have been in has been completely turned into a lot of ruins soaked in lava!

The wires in the underground room where the thin glasses young man was also seemed to have been destroyed in this attack, and all the computers smelled burnt because of overload. As for the maze he specially designed and specially strengthened below, because of the terrible energy impact, even with the protection of the shield, it only maintains the integrity of the external structure - as for the overall violent shock, there is no way to avoid it.

"How can it be... How can they be so powerful!" Just a shelling completely destroyed all the confidence of the thin man with glasses: "I can't win... No matter how I calculate... No matter who shoots, I can't win..."

The thin glasses man is not a stupid person or a ignorant person. However, it is precisely because of his cleverness and his breadth that he can understand the meaning of Chen Yi's seemingly non-existible action just now; it can also let him know how horrible broken the two horrible plasma cannons of the Sixth Element are. Bad power.

And some mediocre capable people will regard such a vibration as a normal situation, and even they are preparing to go out to fight without paying attention to it.

They never know that any kind of road is very horrible after reaching a certain level. The plasma cannon just now looks tee and powerful, but if the high temperature is used to bombard ordinary capable people, it is almost impossible to hit it; even if the 'physical beginning' comes, if it is bombarded, it will be seriously injured.

Unfortunately, the storage time of this weapon is too long, and the plasma mass is too easy to be controlled or countered. Otherwise, this kind of energy consumption is an acceptable conventional weapon, and no one can resist it at all!

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Chen Yi lowered his head, looked at the traces caused by his teammates, and nodded with satisfaction: although this level of attack did not seem to be as powerful as the surface of the moon. But in fact, the damage caused is more than Chen Yi thought before!

If the mortar on the surface of the moon is just a large group of bandits; then all the energy of the plasma mass under Chen Yi's control seems to be soldiers in line. When they carry out pure destruction, bandits may seem to be able to cause more traces and more chaos; but it really depends on the experts in destruction, fighting and killing, or well-trained soldiers.

Therefore, although it seems that the building has only melted a little, the upper part is purely due to the melting of the foundation below, but from the slight vibration from below, his goal is achieved.

The enemy tries to introduce us to their rhythm, so we will directly destroy their rhythm and let them follow our rhythm!

All strategies and strategies are based on strength. Shi Juexing's second beam of light, Wang Hu's phantom hero's must-kill skill, Chen Yi's sea tiger blasting fist, and the arsenal on the Sixth Element, in this small town, each of them can make great changes in the victory or defeat of the battle.

And now, they gather in the same town, not for anything else, but to destroy the supernatural organization of the Rogue Squadron. It is purely for the sake of destruction without considering surrender or capture. Such a purpose, such determination, and such a straightforward way of fighting are nothing else. It is really the anger in Chen Yi's heart.

The power is also dignified! They can die on the battlefield, in duels, in other battles, and even if they are assassinated by other capable people, it is not an unacceptable outcome. However, using conspiracy and tricks, and even making trouble to destroy the family, not to mention the power, even ordinary people will not accept such treatment!

This is why. Chen Yi told Nuonuo at that time that he was willing to do it in his personal capacity, but his responsibility did not allow him to pull his team to go there.

The shelling of the plasma gun continues. Although the other party's invisible barrier is so strong in terms of energy characteristics, Chen Yi's shelling has not received any real results so far. However, the continuous shelling is still constantly cutting the shield of the underground maze.

In the continuous shelling, even if the shield has very powerful energy characteristics, it is still being consumed. Chen Yi and others are not in a hurry at all. They don't care where the energy of the shield comes from. As long as they can break the shield, where its energy comes from is meaningless for Chen Yi and others.

Under the continuous shelling, the underground maze has become a huge coffin, constantly shaking back and forth, and the strong shock has existed from beginning to end, and it is getting stronger and stronger. No matter how dull people are, they have already felt that something is wrong. Although they are under the protection of the shield at this moment, they are swaying in a series of shelling. There are only two or three exits in the whole underground palace. Although these exits are still retained, the tunnel connected to the outlet, which was not protected by Chen Yi's plasma gun, was melted at the first time.

The panic completely spread, and the handsome teenager Luo Zhuan was madly killing everything around him, extracting the essence of their lives to strengthen himself. What he needs is not only a little psychological comfort, but also the use of the side effects of his own ability to paralyze himself with the pleasure of extracting the essence of life.

As for the fearful cries of people around him, it is not a problem for him at all.

On the other side, the thin young man with glasses is howling crazily: "Worry-free! Worry-free, where are you!"

In the increasing psychological pressure, the young man with glasses is close to collapse. His expression is crazy, and he may completely collapse at any time: "Worry-free, inform Lucer! Let him come and save us. Now only he can save us!"

In a small room in the underground maze, a beautiful man with a strong physique, like an ancient Roman god, resisted the strong vibration and opened a sealed small box. What is placed in the small box is the inner liner of three syringes. The outside of the three liners is a metal shell, and the middle of the shell reveals the contents of high-strength glass.

These connotations are all **, which look thick, sticky, not transparent, and the colors are also different, including yellow-brown, light green, and the last one is indeed dark. However, if there is anything in common, it is that these ** with different colors are not static. In those small, closed containers, they seem to have a kind of spontaneous power, so that they can roll and constantly emit bubbles one after another. It looks like a rolling lava, or like cooked asphalt.

The handsome man, like an ancient Roman god on the statue, gently pulled out the light green **, then inserted it into an injection gun, and then pointed the muzzle at his arm. The man's hand was very stable, as if nothing could affect him, but at the moment of pulling the trigger, he trembled rarely.

Puff.

After a low injection sound, this ** was pressed into the body under the action of the high-pressure injection gun. The light green ** quickly spread, and even the skin of his arm was a little green.

The man looked at his green arm silently without saying a word. After a while, there was a whole laugh: "Hey hey hey..."

This man, who was silent like a statue, handsome like a statue, and had clear muscles like a statue, suddenly made a chilling strange laugh. Unlike his appearance, his laughter is cold and strange, giving people a sharp and harsh feeling as if a handful of sand is sandwiched between two glass plates and then rubbed hard.

He smiled for a long time until he saw that the light green had covered his whole forearm, and then moved again. This time he picked up the yellow-brown ** and injected it into his other arm.

Like the green **, the yellow-brown ** also reacted with his body, quickly dyeing his left hand yellow-green.

It seems that the two kinds of ** resonated. The yellow-brown color on the left arm and the light green on the right arm quickly spread, breaking through the limit of the arm in a few seconds, and then spreading to the shoulder, and finally fighting in the center of the body. Two different rays occupy half of each side of the spine and keep clashing.

Such a confrontation is obvious to the physical load. The body of the handsome statue man suddenly twitched, and his whole body suddenly bounced out as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer and fell to the ground heavily. The severe pain from Wunei made the sweat all over his body flow out quickly, like a stream converging into a ball and dripping on the ground. Blood followed, flowing out of the various holes of his body. The man who originally looked as handsome as a god, like a marble sculpture, gathered the distortions caused by sweat, blood and pain on his face. He only looked like a human, and seven or eight like a ghost. He twisted his face, his face was pale, and his teeth clucked, but the pain was even better, as if he might crush him!

The pain continued, but he struggled to get up. Usually, such a simple action is completely unable to do it now. He tried several times, but still failed. Instead, he turned over the table, and the small box and injection gun on the table also fell down.

On the contrary, this helped the man who was immersed in severe pain. He didn't care about using an injection gun, and directly stuffed the last bottle of black ** into his mouth and chewed it hard. The metal shell and glass sheath are not surprising in the face of the terrible power brought by severe pain, and the injuries in the tongue and mouth make him feel an inexplicable pleasure.

With the mixing of black ** and blood, the man's whole head is also black, and it breaks down with a rapid downward breakthrough. The territory occupied by yellow-brown and light green quickly failed, and finally only retreated to the position of the initial injection, that is, the arms of both hands, barely maintaining the stability of the situation.

With the strong occupation of black light, the man's injuries gradually began to repair. The bones of his whole body made a crackling sound, and three different colors eventually gradually disappeared. In addition to the blood and sweat on his body, he returned to his original appearance.

His temperament recovered as usual, and once again, a perfect man like a statue like a medieval Roman god stood up and walked to the bathroom, trying to take a shower. However, due to continuous violent vibration, the faucet has lost its original function. He could only open the water tank of the toilet and wipe it with a towel, and it was over.

Although there are still some unrefreshing things on his body, the man is in a good mood. He looks at himself in the mirror and looks a little complacent: "I really should be so perfect. This is what I should be."

His voice was completely different from the sharp and harsh smile just now. It looked calm, powerful and charming, which made the man very happy. He touched his throat and even said again with a little excitement: "How many years... I thought I would never have a chance to hear the voice I should have... Although today is the day of the destruction of the Grand Theft Auto Squadron, it is the moment of my new life!"

Clap!

** The man was in a turbulent mood, and the breath in his mouth was slightly cloudy. The airflow spewed out of his mouth, like a heavy fist, directly beating the mirror hanging on the wall into countless pieces and breaking the ground.

The man frowned and left the bathroom without any nostalgia. The mirror fragments under his feet were extremely sharp, but there was no way to break through the protection of his skin. Instead, it broke more with his stepping, as if those were not sharp glass crumbs at all, but some soft cotton balls; and the man's feet were not ordinary meat. It is an ordinary tire, but a road roller with amazing power.

Under the great pressure of Chen Yi and others, the thin young man with glasses who is used to scheming has completely collapsed. He can only shrink in the corner and shout the name of the worry-free person and let her call Lucer to help; and Luo Zhuan, a handsome teenager who has always been low-key, no longer suppress his bloodthirsty nature and wantonly kills. With his former companions, in exchange for a little improvement in strength and a little drug-like pleasure; as for the man like an ancient Roman sculpture, he chose to use medicine to take risks, and finally greatly improved his strength.

As for those who are not strong enough and even lack the qualification to fight, they only gradually wither and wither in wailing and pain, leaving no trace worth mentioning in this world.

Different people under the same environment, different people's response, the big difference can be seen.