Pheromone Recognition Disorder

16

Wow -

three standard mechas soared into the sky from the explosion of fire, behind them were countless armed fighters like beads.

"What's the matter, how can there be his inner response in the guards!"

"Quick! Immediately martial law, we must not let him run away!!!"

"Yes!!!"

The soldiers poured out from nowhere. The entire central city was blocked and blocked. In less than five minutes, martial law was over in the entire Asahi district, the sirens blared, and countless gun muzzles aimed at the three defecting mechas in the air.

boom--!

At this moment, except for the absence of Zerg, everything seems to be a repeat of the night in the ancient earth battlefield ruins. However, without that savage A, driving Bai Ze, Huo Xianfeng was much more at ease this time,

or rather, he was directing and acting a comical comedy.

Under the blessing of the terrifyingly huge mental power threshold, it was not a problem for Huo Xianfeng to control four B-level mechas at the same time.

Yes, four.

Santai rushed out to be the bait, while he himself was among the chasing team. Then "accidentally" took a shot and flew out backwards, just falling/landing on the edge of the Asahi area.

Wow -

the young man broke away a minute before the mecha crashed. He was as vigorous as a black panther jumping from a high place, and landed nimbly and silently.

"Tsk..." The

young man raised his forehead and complained speechlessly,

"Tossed around all night, but found nothing."

"Oh?" A

male voice sounded not far away.

"Then what did you originally want?"

Huo Xianfeng turned his head suddenly, with a pair of dark green eyes.

The other party was wearing a gorgeous embroidered robe, and the left half of his face was covered by a skeleton mask. Such a bizarre dress seemed out of tune with the high-tech era, but more like the Duke of Blood in a gloomy medieval castle on Earth.

"Maybe, I can help."

He smiled gently, without the mask of the skull, the eyebrows on the right looked unexpectedly warm and friendly.

Huo Xianfeng raised his eyebrows,

"Who are you?"

"Ye Shu."

The man wearing the mask had no scruples, and answered the question naturally. He pointed to the splendid artificial sun in the sky and raised the corners of his lips. ,

"Or, you can also call me..."

"-City Lord."

"...?"

City Lord? The mysterious figure who single-handedly built the Asbestos dungeon?

The teenager always felt as if he had been infected with some strange negative buff, otherwise, how could he always encounter unexpected unexpected situations every time the plan reached a critical point.

Oh Huo, just to run into trouble and run into the main lord, Huo Xianfeng felt that his luck was simple.

"You can't escape."