Chapter 330 Soul Suppressor Prototype

In the monitoring room, the two turned their gazes to the man in the middle who looked extraordinary but had a slightly gloomy expression.

"Master Tang."

"Donahue."

The man with a gloomy face suddenly smiled softly, "What's there to worry about, isn't it just a loss? We only have fun when the opponent is strong."

Donahue rubbed the ring on his ring finger, thought for a while, picked up the Skycom on the table, and pressed a number.

"Okay, let's go in in the normal order."

After finishing speaking, I hung up Skycom, looked at the reactions of the two of them, and couldn't help but smile, "What's the matter? A level 6 cruising pilot of the Mecha Association, equipped with a Solomon mecha with a sixth-and-a-half engine."

Cruising pilot means that this is the hidden executioner of the Interstellar Mecha Association who walks on the edge of the dark forces all the year round, always racing against death.

They are the dark scavengers belonging to the Mecha Association, and they will never be able to get their names right. They are the gods of death in the dark world.

As for the mecha, although he didn't say anything, Gao Lingsen felt relieved seeing Donna Xiu's appearance, while Lin Wu leaned back on the sofa and stretched comfortably.

...

When the extremely special soldiers driven by Mu Fan walked slowly back to the waiting area, the red-eyed Fan Lundin walked out of the cockpit.

shame!

shame!

He was pressed against the wall and beaten violently!

Who is the pilot who suddenly appeared on the opposite side?

Vigorously pushing away the staff who came up to support him, the burly Valentin let out a roar in the preparation room.

The same is not reconciled to the ambitious product manager. His plan has not started yet, and failure is absolutely not allowed!

"Valentine, we still have a chance, we must still have a chance!"

"There's a fart chance! You and I know the problem with this mecha. It's not a real combat mecha at all. Look at the broken melee ability on the opposite side. Then his is the real mecha. How is A?!

"How can you talk nonsense about our products!? I'll let you mount other weapons for you, and you go up and fight again!" The unwilling product manager is like a gambler, ready to make a last-ditch effort.

"Hehe, your pilot is right, you really have no chance."

A jeer suddenly sounded, and people followed the sound to see a tall man with short brown hair and several scars on his face standing at the door of the preparation room.

"Who are you? Get out!" The product manager shouted angrily. This is the territory of their Arabella Weapons Company, and no one else is allowed to intervene.

"It's you who should go out. If it weren't for the arrangement from above, do you think I would be interested in taking over from you?"

Valentin looked directly at the other party with sharp eyes, "Who are you?"

"Si Erqi."

A weird name was spat out from the opponent's mouth, and at the same time, half a bronze mask was taken out of his pocket and stuck on his left eye.

With the bronze mask on, under the bright light, the mark of the half crossbow bolt on the mask was clearly seen by Valentine.

The big pilot with red eyes seemed to be poured with cold water, his eyes shrank, and his voice calmed down: "Are you from the Interstellar Mecha Association?"

The man wearing the half bronze mask had no emotion in his eyes.

"Since you know it, it's not difficult to recognize it. To be honest, if this mission didn't have mandatory requirements, I wouldn't come at all."

The product manager looked at Fan Lundin, whose attitude had turned into an enemy, and listened to him say word by word: "Cruising pilot!"

"Level 6."

The man added calmly, then pointed to the entrance behind him, "Go out, the next thing has nothing to do with you."

The product manager over there was about to explode, but was grabbed by Fan Lundin and looked at his chief pilot in astonishment.

"Let's go."

It was obvious that Van Lundin was unwilling to explain anything, but the product manager looked at the atmosphere and the five people in black special service uniforms who stepped into the entrance again, and gave up.

"Walk."

When the preparation room was emptied, a secret service officer returned to the room, "My lord, the soul suppressor mecha is ready and the inspection is complete."

After hearing this, Si Erqi murmured to himself, "The cruising pilot is driving Solomon's secret mech, this world...is really interesting."

After speaking, the man wearing half a bronze mask walked out of the preparation room, and what appeared in front of him was a nine-meter-tall dark red mecha.

The dim red color looks like coagulated blood, and upon closer inspection, there is a strong chill. The overall armor thickness of this mecha is inferior to that of a very special soldier, but it is much stronger than the previous wind speed competitor, especially the thick right armour. The arm even exceeds the width of the arm of a very special soldier!

But the most daunting thing is the long-handled scythe behind it!

Solomon's newly developed high-end mecha-the trial version of the Soul Suppressor!

That terrifying scythe is its unique weapon—the scythe!

But I don't know why the sickle and the handle are surrounded by extra black components, but people's attention is often focused on the terrifying appearance.

"My lord, the elevator is almost here."

Si Erqi didn't move his eyes, bent his legs, and in a flash, the figure jumped onto the descending elevator, and then jumped again, and the whole person accurately plunged into the one-meter-wide circular corridor.

The hatch was closed, and a gust of air suddenly radiated from the mech.

Soul suppressor, activate!

...

On the side of Rocky Heavy Industries, Mu Fan, who hadn't stepped out of the mecha at all, quietly listened to Heijiang's detailed battle data presented in an orderly manner.

"Aren't you going down?" Hei's voice sounded.

"No, the battle is not over yet, and I haven't finished experiencing this mech yet."

"How do you feel now?"

"I... like this mecha more and more." Mu Fan's smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

"The third round begins. The Arabella Arms Company is eliminated, and the challenger comes from the Gro Chamber of Commerce of the Sinkilo Business Alliance."

Wang Nuonuo and others who were shouting from the stands were stunned when they heard this sentence.

"It's not the Arabella Arms Company anymore? Where did the Gro Chamber of Commerce come from!"

"I don't know, probably not as powerful as the mechas of Zhang Yuanren's company."

"Sinkilo Business Alliance... is a bit complicated."

Compared with the calm analysis of Rocky Heavy Industries, millions of viewers are already impatient.

"Where did a chamber of commerce pop up here, why haven't I heard of it?"

"There will be no shady scenes. If you can't beat it, let them pass the game. I'm still waiting to buy extremely special soldiers! The potential of this mecha is really good. I decided to think about its expansion direction."

"That's right, it's better not to go directly to the messy mecha."

"Rocky Heavy Industries should change the mecha this time, right?"

...

As if for a slap in the face, when the huge metal door opened and the extremely special soldier with the missing arm reappeared, the audience who had already shifted their positions and became supporters were all excited.

"Fuck, this is going to heaven, can you pass all levels with one arm?"

"How confident is this pilot!"

"I'm very curious about the reaction on the other side."

"Also curious +1!"

"+2!"

"I don't know what kind of mech will be sent up from the other side. Why do I feel that my soul is shaking and my brain is terrified."

"Silly bird, your helmet is leaking electricity."

The metal door on the side of the Gro Chamber of Commerce opened.

All eyes were on the exit.

Da, da, da, da...

The sound of methodical footsteps came.