Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 520 - 286 Complete Version of Direct Death Demon Eye (6521 Combined, Supplement)

Chapter 520: Chapter 286 Complete Version of Direct Death Demon Eye (6521 Combined, Supplement)

Drones had poor combat endurance. freewebnøvel.coɱ

One reason was energy.

Another was size.

Under such frenzied shooting, the loaded bullets would be emptied in a matter of seconds, losing the ability to fight.

Special drones carrying micro-missiles would stop firing after just a few shots.

Brian watched coldly as a torrent of bullets flew before him, ignoring the tearing pain from his arms, maintaining his robust resilience like a rock struck by waves, seemingly continually hit, shrapnels tearing his body apart, yet he was immovably stable without any sign of defeat.

He even had planned that once these drones ceased firing, he would immediately rush to those lifeforms that had surrounded him and slaughter them all.

Regardless of success or failure, at least he would keep himself safe first and collect a batch of high-quality obsession.

Then something unexpected happened.

From the distant sky came the buzzing sound of reinforcements.

A new batch of combat drones joined the battle, and those that had run out of ammunition began to automatically return to base to replenish energy and bullets.

Brian...

"What the hell is this!"

...

After enduring for a few more seconds, Brian’s arms, tough as they were, began to show signs of cracks under the strain.

"Using only knives, I can’t exert my full strength!"

Brian felt his hands growing numb, the shrapnels piercing his body, realizing that if this continued, he might fall.

The drones, for some unknown reason, showed improved coordination and responsive speed. It was as though some artificial intelligence was controlling these hundreds of combat drones of various types for precise operational collaboration.

In a matter of seconds.

When the combat drones realized they couldn’t penetrate Brian’s exaggerated defense circle with the knives, they immediately changed their combat mode, abandoning sniping and micro-missile attacks, concentrating all firepower on rapid-fire machine guns, pinning Brian in place with the force of the bullet stream.

The special combat drones that had ceased firing hovered in the high sky, ready to join the fight immediately if Brian showed any sign of breaking through, to restrict his movements.

Once the drones ran out of ammunition, they would orderly swap out, not giving Brian any chance to catch his breath, displaying modern intelligent precision strikes to the extreme.

Under such circumstances, Brian’s arms quickly went from cracked to torn, the muscles’ surface also swelling up as if about to bleed.

This was the sign of overexertion.

A bullet for him was nothing more than a breeze.

But when hundreds to thousands of bullets were fired simultaneously, precisely unable to dodge and forced to withstand with knives, Brian felt like he was caught in a relentless wave of impact, scattering his proud strength all around.

If not for his boiling hot blood constantly supplying energy, giving his body resilience, he would have been overwhelmed long ago.

What was worse, Brian felt other lifeforms gathering behind him, apparently intending to use drones first to exhaust his physical and combat strength.

Continuing like this, he might be left behind.

Considering this, Brian felt conflicted.

Should he erupt with all his combat strength to crush these combat drones and then take the chance to escape?

"Ultimate way, that’s the path of extremities..."

Just as Brian thought about retreating, suddenly, Dean’s words came to his mind.

Extremities...

Brian took a deep breath, his eyeballs covered with ferocious bulges: "Come on, let me feel my own limit!"

Dozens of units of Gift Energy instantly transformed into a warm current, repairing his tired and bruised body, while his Super Adaptation Talent activated, starting to make Brian’s physique change into a more fluid power-emitting form.

His mindset changed.

Brian immediately felt his blade edge become sharper and more ferocious.

He seemed to see the door he had been longing for!

Brian opened his mouth, and numerous sound waves scouted out.

Once he locked onto the distant lifeforms, without any hesitation, began to forcefully move forward, stepping on countless bullets on the ground.

Kill!

Clang clang clang...

Countless sparks created by bullets colliding with the knife blade shaped into a huge circle, unyielding under advance, gradually forming the shape of a conical bullet, making the heads of people in the base’s control room tingle.

The adversary was closing in on the Supercomputer Team’s location!

Under this continuous attack, the drone combat group had already consumed at least hundreds of basic combat magazines, over a hundred thousand bullets!

And yet, the adversary showed no sign of exhaustion!

His physical strength, endurance, energy...were monstrous!

Supervisor Smith licked his somewhat dry lips.

He looked at the large screen before him: "Gaia, how much longer can the combat drones last?"

These combat drones were specially modified, sacrificing endurance for increased firepower, mainly to guard the base.

In principle, as long as there’s sufficient reserve of energy and ammunition magazines, they could continue fighting indefinitely.

The problem was, this was the heartland of the United States!

Why would they store so many ammunition magazines and energy modules unnecessarily?

Plus, not long ago, the base had suffered an attack by a disgusting Mutant, using up a lot of resources and even requiring the explosion of the base’s hidden ammunition depot to kill the invader, and the base’s ammunition supply hadn’t been fully replenished yet.