Mecha Contra

William and the others had recovered to a certain extent, stood up unsteadily one by one, picked up their machine guns and began to gather in the direction of the 8th Battalion.

There is no such thing as waiting for Fang Zhishen to come back. These dozens of people are not that crazy.

In their eyes, Fang Zhishen was crazy, especially since he seemed a bit reckless and ran rampant.

However, in fact, Fang Zhishen has always been cautious.

He desires military success, but only if he is confident in his own safety.

Using a sniper rifle to destroy the electric eel's defense in advance was a calm and correct judgment he made based on the situation.

He looked like he was running rampant, but in fact, he always slipped to the side and put his back in a safe place before starting to strike.

And the most important thing is that he really doesn't find these junior aliens difficult to kill.

He even didn't understand why William's gang was so weak.

However, Fang Zhishen also guessed that his ability to master and use mechas better than anyone he had ever seen, and his super muscle memory that made him proficient immediately after practicing fighting skills, may all be related to the light ball he obtained before traveling. relationship, but he really couldn't figure out what it was.

Inner Solar System, Mars One Base, Data Department.

"toot toot"

A machine beeped softly, and the screen of the instrument flashed slightly.

The foreman of the data department was busy processing other data, and shouted to the person next to him:

"Li Ming, go and see what's going on."

"Okay, monitor"

Li Ming walked over in response, opened the abnormal data, and said with a smile:

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the combat performance data of a new recruit is abnormal. The junior armor I received yesterday, today the cumulative combat performance has reached the requirement of a second-class soldier. I killed hundreds of junior aliens in one night. I haven't encountered such a situation in more than half a century." Talented.”

The foreman smiled and said:

"Didn't this kind of bug appear two days ago? Check the abnormal third-class soldier's battlefield recorder and fix it."

Li Ming stretched and muttered:

"Hey, we have to watch the depressing battlefield scenes again. When will these smart machines be able to make zero mistakes?"

The foreman said: "The error tolerance rate is one in a million, which is very good. Stop complaining and check it quickly."

At this time, Li Ming had already opened the battlefield recorder of the third-class soldier with abnormal data.

What appeared at the beginning was a real-time battlefield. He saw in the screen a young soldier with white Saturn gray on his head, lying between the gap between two rocks. He was holding a piece of dried meat in his hand and chewing it slowly. Swallowing, his eyes were bright, looking outside from time to time.

The battlefield recorder is connected to the entire armor system, so the screen is divided into several parts. You can see the surroundings of the soldiers, and you can also see the appearance and status of the soldiers themselves.

Li Ming confirmed the soldier's name and entered voice commands into the smart computer:

"Check the physical condition of Private Fang Zhishen."

"Ding, the scan is in progress, the estimation begins: Fang Zhishen, age 23, punching strength 135 kilograms, excellent speed and excellent flexibility."

Li Ming curled his lips and muttered:

"Tch, it's just a relatively good third-class soldier's physical fitness data. There's nothing special about it. If he could kill a hundred aliens in one night, humans would have liberated the solar system long ago."

"Squad leader, this third-class soldier is just ordinary data. It is impossible to kill a hundred aliens in one night. If you want me to see it, there is no need to check the video data."

The squad leader pondered for a moment and said: "Let's check it out. Military achievements are not a trivial matter. Once something goes wrong, let alone you and me, even the head of our department will have to be laid off, and if not, he will be laid off. Prosecution.”

"Okay, then I'll take a look."

Li Ming really didn't want to watch the battlefield recording videos of junior mecha soldiers, because he was depressed and the feeling of powerlessness kept him from sleeping.

He directly pulled the video file to the middle position, which happened to be the clip where Fang Zhishen used a sniper rifle to suppress the aliens on the entire western defense line with one shot, making it difficult to move forward.

Li Ming watched for less than half a minute and couldn't help but exclaimed: