king of war

Chapter 163 Sponsorship
The red light in the eyes of TOK-700 disguised as a truck driver flashed a few times, and he replied: "No other instructions from the T-1000 commander were found. The commander's previous order was that all combat units retreat immediately and go to location 1. gather."

After hearing this, the woman in red turned her head and looked at the old man, "Mr. Greer, please help find the T-1000 commander immediately."

"Okay, Ms. Weaver." Greer nodded with a smile.

At this time, the door of the warehouse was suddenly opened, and T-1000 walked in aggressively, exuding a strange smell from his body, and people around him covered their noses to avoid it.

Weaver, who was wearing red, looked the T-1000 up and down and asked, "You're late."

"Help me prepare for charging." T-1000 said coldly, "I was followed by the enemy and spent a lot of time getting rid of him."

Ms. Weaver waved her hand, and the surrounding staff immediately became busy, rolling out a metal chair and then connecting various cables to it.

T-1000 strode over, sat on the chair, and allowed the staff to plug various connectors into his body.

It looked up at Weaver coldly, "My troops rushed to the target location on time, but were ambushed by a large number of armed men. Your intelligence was wrong."

"It can't be the rebels." Ms. Weaver said immediately, "We have been monitoring the space-time energy fluctuations near the city, and have never found any signs of large-scale time travel."

"They may have come earlier, or the crossing point is elsewhere..." T-1000 said.

At this time, the staff had finished preparations and made a gesture. The others left the vicinity of the chairs far away, and then the staff pulled the switch.

Streams of current surged out of the chair, and were continuously input into T-1000's body.

T-1000 was constantly trembling under the impact of high-power electric current, its body gradually turned silvery white, and liquid metal began to flow.

After a while, T-1000 stood up abruptly and quickly returned to its human form.

"No, the people who ambushed us were not from the rebels. Their fighting methods were unfamiliar. This was not the tactical style of the rebels."

"A new force has entered the scene."

A red light flashed in Weaver's eyes, "Is there any image data of the combat process?"

"Yes!" T-1000 turned his head to look at the T-800 Terminator standing neatly beside him, but most of these Terminator robots had scars and missing parts, and they lacked a bit of momentum.

"Extract the data from their chips." T-1000 then added, "Can they be repaired today?"

Weaver didn't speak and looked at Greer. The old man spread his hands and said helplessly, "We are short of metal tantalum recently, and it is difficult to repair it."

T-1000 yanked off all the connectors on his body, and said coldly: "Disassemble the severely broken T-800, and use their body parts for repairs. I need to restore at least two-thirds of the combat units."

Weaver nodded, "Let's get started."

The surrounding staff immediately gathered around with various tools and dismantled the severely damaged T-800.

……

Qin Rongshuai looked at the successfully upgraded soldiers with satisfaction. They were wearing the latest digital camouflage and Kevlar bulletproof helmets. They were fully equipped with all kinds of equipment, but the firearms were a little out of date and looked a bit out of place.

Also, the soldiers habitually carried a grenade bag with four wooden-handled grenades in it, which looked neither foreign nor foreign.

Qin Rongshuai waved at Smith, and called the Carrot Killer over, "Can you get some of the latest sports equipment?"

"Yes." Smith nodded, "But it will cost a lot of money."

Qin Rongshuai took out a gold bar from his pocket, "How about paying with these?"

"Wow!" Smith whistled, "You are the arms dealer's favorite customer who takes advantage of you. They like gold the most because they can use all kinds of excuses to trick you."

"This is all I have now." Qin Rongshuai frowned, "Why don't you introduce me to some larger arms manufacturers, and I'll talk to them about getting a sponsorship."

"This..." Smith was about to say something when the siren sounded suddenly.

Smith's complexion changed, and he ran into the monitoring room immediately, followed by Qin Rongshuai. Through the monitor, he saw that the factory gate was pried open, and a group of mercenaries in black combat uniforms rushed in.

Qin Rongshuai looked at this scene expressionlessly, and pulled out his gun with his backhand, "It seems that I'm not good at speaking in this world."

"Do you want to withdraw?" Smith also drew out his gun and asked.

"Retreat?!" Qin Rongshuai showed a strange expression on his face, "Mr. Smith, our sponsor is here, we have to greet him properly."

The armed mercenaries crept up the stairs and searched upwards until they reached the top floor. Two mercenaries with hammers came to the door.

The other mercenaries took up positions on both sides of the gate, then nodded and held out three fingers.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

The hammer swung and slammed into the dusty wooden door. Unexpectedly, the door was suddenly opened, and then the mercenary standing at the door saw a neat row of muzzles.

The Type 81 light machine gun chirped cheerfully, which was mixed with the roar of the shotgun.

The mercenaries caught off guard were blasted out like broken sacks, and a group of mercenaries near the gate were instantly wiped out.

Before the other mercenaries still standing on the stairs understood what was happening, they saw grenades with wooden handles rolling down the stairs, making a clanging sound.

"..." The armed mercenary was taken aback, what is this?
looks like a grenade
What age is this...

"Boom!" A series of explosions sounded, and the glass of the abandoned factory was shattered together, and the flames of the explosion rushed out of the window.

After the explosion, the remaining mercenaries who were still on the first floor looked in horror at the corpses and bloody wounded on the stairs. Blood flowed down the gap between the stairs and formed a stream.

"retreat!"

The leading man in a suit roared, turned around and wanted to run, but he didn't expect more than a dozen guns protruding from the gate.

"Don't kill with guns!"

"Put your hands up!"

Various people with accents and broken English rushed in and knocked the man in the suit down with the butt of his rifle.

Qin Rongshuai stepped over the corpses on the stairs, stepped on the pool of blood without hesitation, and left bloody footprints. He came to the man in the suit with an expressionless face, stretched out his hand and said: "Phone."

The man in the suit was hit by the butt of a gun, and the bridge of his nose was smashed. With a cry of pain, he handed over the mobile phone in his arms under the pressure of the gun.

"Is everything done?" A deep voice came from the phone.

"Mr. Hammerson." Qin Rongshuai said coldly, "Did you not receive what I asked Hertz to bring to you earlier or did you not care at all?"

"Who are you?" Hammerson was taken aback.

"It seems that I don't care about it, it doesn't matter." Qin Rongshuai said seriously, "I have nothing worthy of praise from others, but I have one advantage, and I always keep my word."

"I said before that if you come to harass me again, I will kill your whole family, including the dog you raised. Is it called the Duchess?"

"You wait there and don't move. I'll go buy some oranges, and then I'll go find you."

(End of this chapter)