mech warriors have no love

Chapter 17

Lancelot still had questions for the orc.

César believed he wouldn't talk too much.

After controlling the two in less than ten seconds, Lancelot searched for things from Jude Bourne boredly.

There are some unexpected gadgets on the desperadoes, César knocked out the excited orc who was struggling non-stop, put his hands together, sat on the high console, and followed Lancelot to search for things The action, the line of sight moves left and right.

A stun prod.

A laser knife.

A three-edged thorn with barbs that looks like it will bleed more than a person when stabbed.

A bottle of unknown pills.

After that……

César's eyes were a little dizzy, and he blinked quickly. Seeing that Lancelot found another diary, he couldn't bear it anymore: "...Why does he carry so many things?"

Lancelot didn't throw the diary away this time, and tied him tightly with the rope he found from Jude Bourne, with a smile that was not a smile, and threw the diary: "Honey, if it weren't for me, I still have something to say." Ask him, cut open his stomach, maybe there is something inside."

César cast admiring glances at the dark-faced Jude Bourne: "..."

"When did you get involved?" Jude Bourne was still a little dazed until now, staring at Lancelot in disbelief, almost doubting that he would have some kind of unique skill of flying into the sky and escaping from the ground.

Lancelot was too lazy to answer such silly questions.

If it weren't for being bound, Jude Bourne seemed to jump up and take a few bites of Lancelot, taste what the meat of the Union Marshal said: "When did you get in here!"

Lancelot leaned on the console, crossed his slender legs, lazily flipped through the diary, and glanced at him with disgust: "Is this the time to ask such a question? It seems that when Star Thief is the same as being a member of parliament, you need brains."

Jude Bourne's face looked more like he was about to eat people.

"Leave your life alive, I still have something to ask." Lancelot flipped through the diary roughly, but unfortunately the star robbers on the frontier star are not very educated. All kinds of slang, vernacular and swear words cursed Lancelot who caused him to hide in Tibet. After each page of the diary, he wrote down the means of torturing Lancelot bitterly.

It was quite strange to see this kind of thing with my own eyes, but it was a pity that I couldn't see any useful information at the moment, so Lancelot threw it aside casually, and Lucy emerged from his arms drippingly, obeying the order.

"Take over this mecha completely." Lancelot looked back at Jude Burn, smiled, "It seems that you are the only commanders, you have won the big lottery. While others are still doing the bombing of the base Meng, Lucy, pretend to be this orc, and issue an order—an alliance mecha has sneaked in, strictly check the mechas around you, if there is something wrong, directly hit, kill all the alliance people, and deal with the spies!"

César: "..."

Lucy had seen strong winds and waves before, and he carried out orders in an orderly manner without any special reaction.

When he fought with Lancelot back then, Lancelot was not so shameless. Jude Burn was shocked for a while, and cursed: "You despicable villain! Don't all the people in the alliance claim to be bright and righteous? Using this trick, we .Hold……"

César was yelled at his ears, frowned uncomfortably, and kicked his chest.

The 1.9-meter-five man didn't finish his sentence. He was kicked into the air by his chest, almost spurted blood, and fell to the ground, dying. His eyes widened and he slowed down.

The mecha was silent for three seconds.

César showed no expression: "Quiet."

Lancelot's neck felt cold, and he looked at César's slender calf in disbelief, and then at his face that was neither sad nor happy.

People who come from aristocratic families are more or less flawed, they like to put on a posture, César has been influenced by it since childhood, and the appearance of holding a posture with a cold face is very gratifying, like a proud and indifferent young master, well-behaved and innocent Harmful.

Harmless... It's harmless, but this kick is enough.

Be nice.

The Alliance Marshal turned his back to give Lucy an order, and thought in fear, so this little guy was... merciful to him.

I couldn't help but think affectionately: If there is a quarrel in the future, you have to hold on tightly, otherwise it will be too much for ordinary people.

César didn't know that Lancelot had already thought about how many children the two of them would have in the future, so he silently picked up the diary next to him and read it carefully.

The moment the order was issued, there was a commotion in the nearby mechas, but no one suspected that something was wrong with the mecha in the middle—normally speaking, there would indeed be no problems.

The orc people still have some animal nature, and it is natural to obey the leader, and they never doubt.

So a bunch of people look at me, I look at you, except for the command mecha in the center, the other mechas seem to have become alliance mechas, no one is credible.

Lancelot sighed: "Orcs are good at this. Obeying orders is so easy to deceive."

As he spoke, he smiled, overflowing with enormous mental power, and easily controlled several nearby mechs.

This was not a simulation or exercise in the base. Lancelot no longer showed mercy. With aggressive mental power like a ferocious beast, he instantly threw down the orc manipulating the mecha.

The violent mental impact caused the orcs in the operating room to faint. Lancelot leisurely controlled the mechas and fired a few shots around.

This seems to be a bad signal, the spies of the alliance opened fire!

With a bang, the formation of the orcs was completely chaotic. The panicked orc fighters didn't know how many alliance mechas had mixed in. They looked around nervously, and attacked immediately if there was any change.

There are huge meteorites floating around, and there are densely packed mechs in the pile of meteorites. Interferenced by energy fluctuations, the meteorites also join in the fun. For a while, the group of demons danced wildly, and the huge stones kept hitting the mechs, making a toothache "clang" "The loud noise.

Lancelot specially controlled several nearby mechas to fire blindly, and some of them even fired at him. Before the scene was finished, he opened the protective cover, and the nearby mechas rushed over to block them. Incoming newsletter request.

Lancelot said decisively: "Reject. Tell them that the Alliance has hijacked the information and cannot communicate."

The mecha was dangling in the turmoil nearby, and César was as stable as a mountain, motionless, carefully looking at the diary full of childlike graffiti.

Lancelot was used to this kind of scene, and he didn't move at all. Only the unlucky leader of the Star Bandit, whose hands and feet were bound, had just recovered from the chest. He hit his head and passed out.

Only then did César humbly ask for advice while the Alliance Marshal was sowing discord: "Will peeping at the diary be accused of violating privacy?"

Lancelot patted his head in a hurry: "Wanted criminals do not enjoy the protection of the Union Human Rights Law."

César said oh, and continued to appreciate the various swear words of the Star Bandit leader.

Seeing that the formation of the orcs was completely messed up, and the alliance army began to fight internally before they came, the instigator stroked his chin in satisfaction, only to remember what messed things were written in the diary that César was reading.

César held the small book and read halfway through it with relish, but was suddenly taken away, and raised his head in a daze.

"Children can't watch this kind of stuff." Lancelot kept worrying, "What if I fail to learn?"

César looked at him expressionlessly and said something in a low voice.

Lancelot heard clearly that it was a swear word written in Jude Burn's diary.

The unlucky leader of the star robbers just woke up tenaciously, staring at Lancelot coldly, before he could say anything, Lancelot found something at random, and knocked him unconscious again with precision, angrily Accusation: "Teach bad children!"

César had nothing to look at, and sat on the console with his hands folded in boredom, sullenly annoyed.

Lancelot felt that the child should not be too coddled, so he hardened his heart not to coax, staring at the chaotic orc army in the light screen: "It seems that we have caught a big one, and this group of orcs have no doubts about the order sent here ... Lucy, connect to David's communication."

In the chaos, the mechs that noticed the strange signal didn't have time to track and intercept it. The golden-haired colonel appeared on the light screen with his hat tilted, glanced at the situation around Lancelot, and said sincerely: "Marshal, you are really a troublemaker. Shitstick, make trouble wherever you go."

Lancelot opened his mouth, the sarcasm was still under his tongue, and he didn't feel disgusted yet. He glanced at César, who was looking at him with his chin resting on his side, and ignored David very gentlemanly: "Stop talking nonsense, David, lead someone Leap into the meteorite pile, and the coordinates have been sent to you."

David glanced at the coordinates, and was stunned: "Leap in, are you serious? There are no such coordinates found nearby..."

"Because you bastards just keep patrolling and never check here." Lancelot said coldly, "I'm ashamed to say, I'll deal with you later."

David shivered, feeling that his skin would definitely peel off when he went back this time, so he didn't dare to tease any more, so he saluted and sent an order to execute the jump.

After the communication ended, César took out a lollipop out of nowhere and asked vaguely, "How do you plan to deal with them?"

"During the time I'm away, the base is temporarily under the command of the guards." Lancelot yanked off the small stick, and César looked at him with a cold face, clenched the stick tightly and bared viciously. tooth.

The white teeth are quite neat... It seems that the teeth are in good shape.

Lancelot was afraid that his fingers would be bitten off, so he withdrew his hand nonchalantly: "Since the law does not punish the public, it cannot punish tens of thousands of people, let's blame this group of trash."

Thinking of the gentle Ms. Molly inside, César asked hesitantly, "Is Molly going to be punished too?"

"Little friend." Lancelot laughed, "Ladies' privileges are not respected in the military camp."

Thinking of the unfinished bag of beautifully packaged biscuits in the dormitory, César lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.

In less than 5 minutes, thousands of alliance mechs descended from the sky, appeared behind the chaotic army of orcs, outflanked them, and neatly took over the mob.

Lancelot abandoned the mecha, and with a whistle, Lucy changed in response, and a huge silver mecha appeared out of thin air among the chaotic rocks and the wreckage of the mecha. In the vast universe, the silver wings of the mecha gently flapped, as if from A handful of star dust brought by the Milky Way stared arrogantly and indifferently at this group of foreigners who conspired to invade the alliance's territory.

Lancelot boarded Lucy with a hostage in one hand, and César followed suit step by step. Under the cannon fire, the young master, who was only worried about the young lady, asked seriously, "I'll be responsible for teaching them, how about it?"