For example, that backpack, Chen Gu felt, must be an item of a numbered classification!
After Shang Qingye dealt with those turrets, eight slender and graceful mechanical arms extended from behind her Mecha's shoulders. Each arm sported a miniature six-barrel, rapid-fire energy gun.
Although each barrel was only as thick as a pinky finger, a small energy reactor at her waist blossomed with light, as brilliant as a lotus flower. Chen Gu didn't dare underestimate the power of these "miniature" guns.
She headed toward the energy generators. "I'll go check them out."
Chen Gu turned and went toward the destroyed turrets. "I'll see if there are any clues over there."
Qiao Shuangyi patted the dumbstruck Lin Xiaochen on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Bro, you're on your own now."
Lin Xiaochen's expression became a little unnatural. "What does that have to do with me..."
Just as he spoke, a series of THUDS resounded; Shang Qingye had destroyed another energy generator.
