Marvel's Reborn Mecha Empire

The situation that March is facing at this time is quite unfavorable. It may be the first test of a narrow escape that he is about to face, but it would be wrong to say that there is no improvement at all.

March looked out from the hole in the wall and found that what these extremists were doing was arresting people, and their primary target was not women but young children.

If his prediction was good, this should be a move to expand his troop base.

In other words, this group of people will absorb outsiders for the expansion of their own organization.

"They are arresting people in order to train new soldiers...or cannon fodder." Ethan whispered on the side, confirming Madge's idea. As a local, he obviously knew some things better than Madge.

March nodded. After all, he could understand two of the many languages ​​used by the extremists here. This was the result of his great study from 2005 to 2008 in order to track down clues to the family murder case. He carefully identified The meaning of the other party's shouting words, and Ethan's confirmation, he confirmed his judgment.

"Do you think we can escape?" March asked Ethan.

Ethan shook his head. This was nothing more than wishful thinking. Both of them had talents with the same skills, but as warriors, anyone who came in from the opposite side could take care of them.

"Then there may be only one way for us to survive." Ma Qi licked his lips. He had not drank water for more than half a day. If he continued like this, his body would definitely not be able to hold on. "If we can't defeat them, we will join them. .”

Join them? !

Ethan was speechless for a moment, what kind of trick is this? Join a gang of murderers? He would rather die now for doing this kind of thing.

Ma Qi saw the hesitation in the heart of the uncle-like colleague in front of him. Not to mention Ethan's unwillingness, even he was unwilling.

After he arrived at this place, he had determined that the other party was completely related to the murder of his father.

"Of course I don't really join them, but think about it, we are hiding here, and they will search for us and take them out. As you can see, they don't keep adult males. Maybe I still have a chance of survival, but you can just Hard to say.

"But if we take the initiative to go out and pretend to join them, the difference is quite big."

Ethan still hasn't come to his senses, what difference does it make?

Ma Qi looked at the upright uncle in front of him, and he suddenly understood the seriousness of the generation gap in hindering communication.

"Initiative," Ma Qi saw the terrorists who were about to search here. He didn't have much time and had to get Ethan as soon as possible. The two just wanted to align on the first wave of confessions. "We pretended to join them. , at least it can gain us some initiative, as you can see, they don’t want adult men and elderly people.”

"You are a doctor. In this profession, doctors with formal academic backgrounds will not be killed just because they say so." March continued to analyze Ethan, "And I am..."

March pondered for a moment, and finally uttered one word.

"Engineering technician."

Ethan: “???”

"That's pretty much it. I'm quite familiar with the firearms they have." Ma Qi looked at the firearms used by the other party and said with a complicated expression. He was indeed familiar with them because those firearms were products of Vanke Industry.

This pull of Ethan to surrender was not so much a temporary act of flattery in order to survive, but rather a radical and risky move in order to further investigate clues to his family's blood feud.

The two extremists walking towards this side were getting closer, and there was not much time left for them.

Finally, they said cheers to each other, and Ma Qi climbed out from behind the bed board first, threw away the AK in his hand, pushed open the unsecured door and walked out.

"Hey, friend! The Holy Lord's truth guides us to meet!" March took the initiative to shout to the two extremists opposite, trying his best to put on a "friendly" expression on his face.

Ma Qi's actions were unconcealed, and the sound of pushing the door and footsteps naturally attracted the other party's attention.

But fortunately, March is not without guarantees. At least he has smooth communication through language, which is a reliable card for him.

"What are you doing? Put your hands up, don't go forward!" Not everyone can be an extremist. Their vigilance is at least comparable to that of the American police. In other words, in terms of the fact that there was no immediate warning to empty the magazine during this meeting, they are better than Are the American police still reasonable?

Ma Qi complied with their request, raised his hands above his head very cooperatively, and lay down on the earthen wall of a private house on the side.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The extremists were also curious. They had been out for a few days, and everyone who saw them tried to avoid them, especially when they were doing business.

But today he met someone who seemed to be very friendly and greeted him. Do you think he could not be curious?

"The warriors of the Holy Lord come from all directions, and the truth guides me to find you." Ma Qi said strange words. These were all small pieces of valuable information about communication in the homework he had prepared in advance.

It's useless to directly talk about profit chips and your own value with this group of people. They will only treat you as fat. After all, you are a group of guys with strange beliefs. If you don't get a sense of identity, if you can't become your own people, they will just deal with you. You handle it, and no holes will be dug for you.

So Ma Qi decided to play the emotional card first.

"Oh, really? Then the Holy Master has not told you that we don't welcome newcomers?"

The masked gangster put the cold muzzle of his gun on the back of March's head. As long as he gently pulled the trigger, it would be a live performance of a restricted scene.

Of course, Ma Qi, who had his back turned to them, couldn't see what was going on behind him. He said he wasn't panicking when the gun was pointed at his head, but he was lying. But he couldn't panic at this moment.

"Vanke Industrial 9mm automatic rifle, 9mm special rifle ammunition is not easy to handle. The soldiers of the Holy Lord should know how to cherish material resources." Ma Qi said the planned lines.

Weapon model, special bullets.

These words made the man behind him, who was holding a gun to the back of March's head, stunned.

Because he knew that the weapon in his hand was indeed very special, he did the dirty work and was a snob in distributing weapons at the grassroots level, who was not very popular with the organization. He gave all the new products to the team that was valued by the boss, and everything he got was given to him. These are outdated gadgets. As March said, the bullets are 9mm rifle-specific bullets that are really difficult to deal with. In this damn place, the actual situation is that one shot is missing and the other is missing.

"Do you understand?" The gun on the back of Ma Qi's head was released. Ma Qi just breathed a sigh of relief and felt a chill in the back of his head. "Keep guessing what this is?"

Ma Qi almost screamed, but fortunately the other party didn't gasp much. The second half of the sentence made him feel relieved.

"Improved pistols from Stark Industries. Man, your range is really broad. Do you even have Stark weapons? This is a special model that only the US military is blessed to enjoy."

Is there really such a bright light on the back of Ma Qi's head that he can tell what model a gun is by pressing it against it?

That's definitely not the case. He had been secretly observing it for a while before, and there was still a difference in the feeling of a rifle or a pistol being held to the back of the head.

"If you are a talented person, what can you do?"

The muzzle of the gun was moved away, and Ma Qi was turned around. The pistol on his waist was taken away by the other party, and he played with it in his hand.

"I can do mechanical repairs and everything. Give me a factory and I can even help you produce weapons." Ma Qi said this with an air of arrogance.

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

The pistol that was withdrawn by March was pressed against his own chin. The other person's face was covered and his expression could not be seen clearly, but from the eyes in the window of the soul, March understood the other person's joking expression.

He didn't panic this time because he knew there were no bullets in his pistol.

"Opportunities belong to those who dare to try. The followers of the Holy Lord are spread all over the world." Ma Qi finally played the emotional card.

The expression was spot on and very fanatical. If he didn't know it was staged, even he would believe it.

"Hehe...hehe...hahahahahahahahahahahahaha." The masked man put away his gun, "Yes, opportunities belong to those who dare to try, so I will give you this opportunity."

"No, brother, you are giving yourself a chance." Ma Qi knew that he had probably passed the first round of "interviews". This was just the beginning. What the road conditions would be like later was still unknown.

Yangguan Avenue is naturally impossible, but I hope it won't be a muddy mountain road with nine twists and turns. No one wants things that are related to their own life to become too complicated.

"Hey, brother, there is another person in the room. I don't suggest you kill him. Although the Holy Lord is omnipotent, we are all mortals. If we are injured, someone must treat us."

March never strayed from the Holy Lord, and he acted with enough dedication. He did not expect to gain the other party's trust so easily. He always reminded himself and others that his character was a fanatical believer, which did him no harm.

"You mean there's a doctor inside?" The masked man became interested. He even pulled down his mask. Ma Qi saw a small laceration on this guy's cheek. "You can call me Scar." Face."

"A genuine doctor may be somewhat famous in this area." March replied.

"Go, get the people inside, don't get hurt." Scar said to his subordinate who was always on guard with a gun. He was only such a subordinate, and the big reason why this guy didn't leave him was that he Too stupid, no one will want it except yourself.

As a grassroots squad leader, his life now is no different from that of an ordinary soldier.

It must be said that March was very lucky. In an organization that needed to recruit manpower to replenish its troops, he met an unlucky man who needed manpower to replenish his team.

Ethan was pulled out, holding his head, looking a little panicked.

"Oh, Doctor Ethan, don't be afraid. Let me introduce to you. This is Scarface, the truth warrior of the great Holy Lord. He is willing to accept you as a member of the organization." March quickly said to Ethan who was starting to leave the channel. Speaking of.

Doctor, this is Ethan's setting, but in fact he is more than just a doctor, but his most valuable thing here is just this.

"That's right, that's right. I'm a doctor. Do you have any injured? I can start working right away." Ethan still looked a little confused when he came back to his senses, but this is also in line with reality. There is a problem with acting too calmly.

"There will be work for you to do, but now..." Scarface gestured to his only younger brother.

The bag was pulled over her head, and her hands were tied behind her back. She could not see but could feel it, and experienced the other party's proficient binding skills.

This was really unpleasant, but anyway, he passed the first step.

It's just pitiful for Ethan that March's expedient compromise to survive is just a step in his bold and risky plan.

And Ethan has become a bargaining chip for him to increase the possibility of success.