Super Cute New To Marvel

  Chapter 29 The Sturdy Black Pot

When he left, Fisher deliberately cleaned up information that might reveal himself. He removed all the processors of those robots, and even the ones that were disassembled into scrap iron by the magnetic field of the gravity grenade did not fly over. After that, Fisher directly unscrewed the former's head.

"Sorry, fly over, thank you for your sacrifice!" Fisher ran out of the hangar cautiously with his weapon. As soon as he opened the door that was cut off due to the explosion, Fisher saw a small hunter. The J robot crawled over grumbled.

"Damn!" Fisher didn't even think about raising his hand with a shot, and exploded the hunting robot. The charge of this thing is a kilogram. Once it explodes, it is not a problem for everyone to die within ten meters. Not to mention its microcomputer will guide the robot to quickly climb to the nearest enemy.

   "This progress is too fast, right?" Fisher flashed back to the hangar door, and then took out the em1 plasma rifle from the subspace to start welding the door.

You should know that according to the boarding training that Fisher received when he was the fourth class, they are just a clean man in a cabin, instead of bombing or smashing in the battleship like these stunned people, they are forced out. A straight road. In this regard, he could only choose to avoid the edge temporarily. Anyway, there is a small door on the third floor of the hangar, which is used to enter and exit the personnel on duty. Of course, the soldiers who will be responsible for the duty have been transferred out of their posts.

  After the gate was welded to death, Fisher dropped two directional blasting mines, and then Fisher activated the propulsion device of his combat uniform and jumped up and jumped into the corridor on the third floor.

"Pass!" Just as Fisher jumped up, there was a loud noise from the hangar door. The alloy fire door protruded like a rhinoceros, and there were several rounds of fvck and other curses. The sound came from the gap.

   "Sorry, buddy, the party is over!"

Picking up the **** and smashing the decoder next to him, Fisher would pull out the wire to overload the access control. The crashing downstairs continued. Maybe it was tired of knocking and opening the door. The unsa commando that broke the door replaced it with a thermite bomb. The sizzling sparks quickly burned the entire door into molten iron.

"Friends, don't open fire, the enemy is behind!" Fisher used a lot of energy on the upper side to open the gate that was locked due to the overload. As a result, before he could relax, a dozen people flooded in the long tunnel. The soldier of the Mars Marine Corps was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted.

  The Martian soldier who was about to shoot immediately shouted loudly: "Don't shoot, friendly forces are approaching!"

   "Sir, are you okay, where is the enemy?" When Fisher crossed the cordon, an officer immediately asked.

"They are breaking through the hangar door. There are a lot of people and there are assault robots. I just have time to weld the door!" Fisher urged the psychic energy in his body, forced himself to sweat, and then directed the officer with a very sad expression. Cried.

   "It's too fast, there are our fighter jets in the hangar! That's the latest test model!"

Fisher’s attitude of worrying about the country and the people made the Marine Corps officer sigh with emotion, saying that the Marine Corps just died and the Air Force just flew. They all believed that the Air Force was just a bunch of useless guns and spent the most military expenses. But the most important job was the Marines, but now looking at the smoky looks on Fisher’s armor and the expression on his face that he feels guilty for not rescuing national property, the Marines soldiers With awe.

  "Brothers, follow me, regain the experimental machine, rush!" The Marine Corps officer showed an expression to Fisher that gave me everything, then picked up a titan energy machine gun, and rushed into the tunnel first.

   Fierce gunfire sounded again, and the Martian soldiers inspired by Fisher's spirit rushed to the UNSA Special Forces undauntedly. The fierce firepower made Reyes also had to choose plan b.

   "The Retribution, we are suppressed, explode the armor and let the Jackal come in!"

   "Received! Be careful!"

Just when the soldiers and robots of the Mars Marine Corps had formed an encirclement to Reyes and others, and they were about to carry out their final attack, a dull explosion sounded from the thick explosion-proof deck door outside the hangar, and the entire battleship shook abruptly. .

"Activate the magnetic boots!" Reyes yelled. The next second, the deck door burst open, and a violent airflow almost instantly ejected the unprepared Martian soldiers out of the gap in the hangar. The entire decompression state lasted nearly Thirty seconds, until the hangar became a vacuum, a Jackal fighter that switched flight status flew in from the gap.

The vector ion engine in the rear of the Jackal fighter cockpit spewed out blue flames, and two 30mm cannons were aimed at the hallway on the third floor of the hangar. When the first reinforcement Marine came out, the Jackal opened fire. NS.

   "Back!" The frightened Martian soldier yelled in the communicator to retreat, but the comrades who followed and the magnetic boots on his feet made his movements less flexible, and he had only time to turn his head.

The 30mm high-explosive shaped energy armor-piercing projectile is like a coulter slicing through the medicine trough, shattering the soldiers inside. The broken limbs and splashing blood are frozen in an instant. The last thing these soldiers see is the companion. Cold face.

Tactical literacy cannot be compensated by the number of people. The Eighth Fleet has expanded too quickly. Almost all experienced marines have given away food in the lunar raid. Now the Marines on each battleship also have a small number of officers and non-commissioned officers. I have actually been on the battlefield and I know how to face various situations, but unfortunately, the elites on the Poseidon either died in the raid or were sucked out of space. For those war veterans, it is a lamb to be slaughtered.

What the survivors on the half-crippled Poseidon did not expect was that the Retribution did not destroy the Poseidon, which was on the verge of disintegration, but quickly after seizing the fighter jets in the hangar. Evacuate this airspace.

   "Why are they walking?" a **** damaged soldier who had been hit in the impact asked curiously.

  "Because our reinforcements are here!" Fisher's eyes stared at the airspace next to Poseidon. After a large number of arcs flashed, the majestic posture of Mount Olympus almost filled the entire window.

"Search and rescue the survivors, clean the battlefield, and clean up the wreckage of the battleship!" Fisher looked around and seemed to have become the highest-ranking person on the Poseidon. As for the captain and his staff, they were already on the Retribution. In the first wave of strikes, accompanied the bridge to a space roam.

   "Sir, urgent order, Admiral Sarenkochi wants to see you!"

  　 The duplicate check report is finished today, and then printed tomorrow, I should be fine with graduation, right?

  (End of this chapter)