The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 420 Fire Suppression
Yang Le had some understanding of the Sotonagians. These aliens from the planet Sotolag were almost a race where everyone was a soldier. Their living habits were very similar to another type of alien familiar to the public, the Predator.

Like the Predator, the Sotonakians also have a coming-of-age ceremony, but what they need to hunt are assassin robots. Like the Predator, the Sotonakians also use the robots they hunt to make weapons.

Therefore, the weapons of the Sotonagians are their best wall of honor. You can also judge whether the person in front of you is a master or a rookie based on the weapons of a Sotonagian.

Almost all Sotonagians are mercenaries. They believe in doing things for money and will do anything to achieve their goals, even if it means killing unarmed civilians. In addition, the Sotonagians' language is difficult to understand, which makes them the best mercenary group in the universe.

They are decisive, efficient, and never ask too many questions. After all, even if they ask, you may not understand.

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Retracting his arms from his shoulders, Yang Le activated the jetpack on his back and flew into the sky, looking down at the two clumsy mechas.

This behavior actually suited the two mecha pilots' wishes. After all, if Yang Le stayed on one of their backs all the time, they would not dare to use many of their weapons for fear of costing their companions' lives.

"Go to hell, monster!"

The driver of the mecha that Yang Le had stepped on for a long time grinned and operated on the console. The shell of the mecha continued to open, revealing two machine guns again. After the artificial intelligence assisted aiming, the two black gun holes were aimed at Yang Le in the air.

Yang Le didn't care about the machine gun at all. Instead, he glanced at the audience who were fleeing in all directions. They had started to flee as early as when Tony was showing his prowess on the stage. There was almost no one in the area where he was flying.

But even so, Yang Le couldn't let the other party shoot indiscriminately. After all, there were still many people at the exit who had not had time to evacuate. If a stray bullet hit them, it would probably sweep across the area.

"I'm an expert in dealing with machines." Yang Le placed his hand on the semicircular protrusion on his ribs. When it opened, a palm-sized disc popped into his hand and was just held by Yang Le.

There are many such semicircular protrusions on the Sotonagian's Sotolag armor, and their function is to store various weapons.

"Look at my amazing tools!"

He threw the frisbee in his hand. It made a strange angle in the air and then stuck to the mecha. After it was tightly attached to the mecha, an electric current came out of the frisbee and the entire mecha was paralyzed, falling to the ground with a bang.

"What's going on?" the driver wiggled the joystick. "Move! Why isn't it moving?"

Unfortunately, no matter how the driver operated, the mecha remained motionless, as if its energy had been exhausted. This was all because of that inconspicuous flying disc. It was an electric brake disc developed by the Sotonagians specifically for machines. It could short-circuit a machine in an instant, but the duration was not particularly long. However, it was enough for Yang Le.

"Kevin, that thing is under you!"

Hearing his companion's voice over the communication device, the pilot named Kevin was completely helpless. He couldn't even activate the observation camera, leaving him with no idea what was happening outside. The mech that once gave him an unparalleled sense of security had now become his iron coffin. Outside the mech, Yang Le controlled his jetpack and flew to the disabled mech. He placed his hand on the hilt of the energy sword behind him, increasing its output before pulling it out.

Under normal circumstances, the blade of the energy sword is only about one meter long. After increasing the output, a giant door-panel sword that is two meters long and one meter wide appeared in Yang Le's hand. Wielding this giant sword that is as light as a feather, Yang Le removed the four legs of the mecha with two slashes.

Putting the energy sword back into its scabbard once again, Yang Le placed his hands on the main body of the mecha. As the arm armor deformed and reorganized, the originally ordinary arm armor now turned into a pair of chilling giant claws.

"drink!"

With a sudden exertion of force, with the help of his giant claws, Yang Le actually tore the main body of the mecha into two halves. Kevin, who was sitting in the cab, slid out like egg yolk from an eggshell, and sat down on the ground, staring blankly at Yang Le in front of him.

The battle was not over yet. After putting down the wreckage in his hand, Yang Le turned around and looked at another mecha. While Yang Le was tearing the mecha apart with his hands, the other party took the opportunity to deploy all the weapons on the mecha.

Two machine guns, two six-missile launchers, these weapons that can win a small war are all aimed at Yang Le.

"Want to compete with me in an armed contest?" Yang Le raised his lips under the mask. "Then you're a little too naive."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Le also deployed all his weapons.

With both hands raised horizontally, the armor on both arms transformed again, this time from giant claws into two hand cannons like Mega Man. The two arms on the shoulders each held an energy pistol. The semicircles on both sides of the thighs unfolded to reveal two energy pistols, which also began to warm up under the control of the armor. Four cable guns extended from the jet pack on the back, and the red inverted triangle infrared was aimed at the mecha. The rib armor opened and four mechanical appendages extended again, each holding a grenade of different shapes.

The semicircle on the outside of the calf also opened, and two missiles were aimed directly at the mecha. This was all the long-range weapons Yang Le had on him now. Even without counting the melee weapons, he completely crushed the opponent's mecha.

"I'll give you three seconds to surrender," Yang Le said to the driver. "I have no sympathy for terrorists like you. Don't give me the chance to blow you to smithereens."

"Come on, you monster!" The driver was not afraid of Yang Le's threat and resolutely pressed the launch button. For a while, the roar was endless.

"I gave you a chance." Yang Le looked at the bullets and missiles that fell on his energy shield, and launched an attack after the opponent's attack stopped.

The three-meter-tall metal behemoth was shot into a sieve in just five seconds. Although Yang Le spoke decisively, he actually controlled his firepower. It was not because he was afraid of killing the driver, but because if he went all out, the stadium might collapse, and he might be buried in it.

Swinging the energy circular saw in his left hand, Yang Le easily cut open the outer shell of the mecha wreckage, and kicked the shell open to reveal the cab inside. Yang Le saw the unconscious driver. This guy was lucky, as he only lost one hand under that kind of firepower.

Looking at the terrorist bleeding profusely, Yang Le pulled him out of the cab and kindly used an energy circular saw to burn the wound on his broken arm. He stopped the bleeding amid the other party's wailing, and then threw him aside. Now it was time to collect the spoils.

(End of this chapter)