In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Several complexes, wielding circular saws on their arms, quickly approached the technical experts under the cover of two bipedal self-propelled artillery.

Perhaps it was the cameras in their eyes that were flashing a cold red light, as if they would not give up until they had smashed their target to pieces.

A nut plant spirit who tried to stop the omnics from approaching had no time to raise his shield before he and his shield were cut in half by the complex.

Another peashooter, Zhiling, had just raised his automatic assault rifle when he was blasted into rebel pieces by a bipedal self-propelled artillery.

A group of barricades appeared in the distance, crawling towards us on all fours.

Once the rebel soldiers were within their firing range, the barricades immediately transformed on the spot and pointed the muzzles of their heavy machine guns at the enemy.

Mo Chen, who was hiding in the dark and observing, frowned slightly and noticed a huge intelligent machine.

Among the intelligent machines whose average height is less than two meters, this one is particularly eye-catching.

The three-meter height makes this intelligent machine stand out from the crowd, and its height is comparable to the stone nut plant spirit that Mo Chen had seen before.

Its left arm was inlaid with a five-centimeter-thick steel plate as a shield, and its right arm was equipped with a sharp hot-melta knife.

Although it looks a bit ugly, it definitely has extremely strong fighting power.

"What is this omnic called? I think it's 'Striker'."

Looking at the vanguard who had not yet attacked the rebels, Mo Chen suddenly had a bold idea.

"Duck, get ready."

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In the continuous artillery fire and hail of bullets, most of the rebel soldiers responsible for protecting the technical experts were killed or wounded in an instant.

A shell fell and exploded less than ten meters away from the technical expert.

Caught by the sudden gunfire, the technical expert's hands shook so much that he almost dropped his laptop on the ground.

Fortunately, a torch tree stump spirit stepped forward and blocked the shrapnel for the technical expert, thus saving him from death.

However, the technical expert still entered two incorrect codes, causing the progress bar for cracking the door lock to go back a lot.

"Fuck! These damn Omnics! What are you doing? Why didn't you stop them?"

A few drops of sweat fell from the technical expert's forehead. While checking whether his laptop was damaged, he complained to the rebel soldier beside him with gritted teeth.

"We have tried our best, expert. How long will it take to crack it?"

The rebel soldier raised his hand to wipe the blood still flowing from his face. He was injured in the previous attack and the bullet grazed his forehead, but he barely managed to survive.

"Give me some more time..."

The technician took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The sound of typing on the keyboard rang out again, even faster than before.

Obviously, in order to complete the cracking, and for his own life, the technical expert gambled his life's skills.

Upon learning that the technical experts were making an effort, the rebel soldiers who were fighting bloody battles were like they had taken stimulants, desperately trying to prevent the intelligent machines from approaching.

They no longer cared about the consumption of their own spiritual power, and continuously placed summoned creatures to fight back.

The Pea Shooter Plant Spirit and the Double Pea Shooter Plant Spirit pulled the trigger frantically, and bullets flew towards the intelligent machine like raindrops.

The nut plant spirits and torch stump plant spirits put up shields, forming an insurmountable human wall with their bodies.

From time to time, a pumpkin plant spirit would jump high up, holding a kinetic hammer in its hand and launching a falling attack.

Every time they take action, they can smash at least one intelligent machine into scrap metal.

These rebel soldiers tried their best to buy precious time for technical experts to crack the system.

With their joint efforts, the progress bar representing the successful cracking of the lock is about to reach the end.

The leading rebel soldier couldn't help but show joy and for a moment ignored the enemy in front of him.

The Pioneer, which had been silent all this time, suddenly moved at this moment.

It waved its sword and shield to drive away the intelligent machines blocking its way, and strode towards the defense line formed by the rebel soldiers.

Several nut plant spirits immediately broke away from the human wall, waving their weapons, and faced the striker head-on.

Unexpectedly, the forward simply raised the melta knife in his right arm and then chopped it hard at the ground.

The high-temperature air waves that were stirred up were enough to send the nut plant spirit flying far away.

"Let me meet you!"

Another torch tree stump plant spirit stood up, flames burning on his head. He aimed the cone on his arm shield at the vanguard and stabbed it hard.

With a click, the steel cone installed on the front end of the arm shield was directly shattered.

Looking at the Vanguard's armor again, there was only a vague scratch.

"what!"

The torch tree stump plant spirit was horrified, and then was thrown out by the forward. It fell heavily to the ground and could not get up again.

"Taste this hammer, you idiotic omnic!"

A burly and strong melon plant spirit suddenly jumped up, and the rocket hammer in his hand made an engine roar.

If hit by the opponent, even if the striker's armor is strong, it will suffer considerable damage.

Logically speaking, in order to avoid damage, the striker should have avoided the attack from the melon plant spirit.

But the striker chose to do the opposite. Instead of avoiding, he directly stretched out his right hand.

As the melon plant spirit's eyes gradually became more and more terrified, the forward directly strangled him in mid-air.

The fully charged rocket hammer fell to the ground, creating a hole of moderate size.

Immediately afterwards, a helpless wailing sounded, and the heavy pumpkin plant spirit was thrown into the sky by the forward.

Before the unfortunate fellow could fall and become crippled, the scalding hot melt knife swung from bottom to top, cutting the pumpkin plant spirit vertically in half.

Blood, flesh and internal organs fell to the ground like rain, causing many rebel soldiers to suffer horrific mental shock.

"what!"

Several young rebel soldiers screamed, dropped their weapons in panic, and fled.

They were frightened by the forward and lost the faith to fight.

But at the gate where intelligent machines kept rushing in, there was no place that could be called "safe" except next to the technical experts.

Heavy machine guns had already been set up on several barricades, shooting the fleeing rebel soldiers into sieves.

One vanguard caused the rebel soldiers to retreat step by step, and the other intelligent machines took advantage of the victory to pursue and kill many rebel soldiers who tried to stop them.

Until finally, several surviving rebel soldiers protected the technical experts and retreated to the closed gate of the military base.

"Just... the last bit... ninety-eight percent... ninety-nine percent..."

Just as the intelligent machines were about to wipe out the technical experts and the remaining rebel soldiers, Mo Chen, who had been waiting in secret for a long time, finally made a move.

Several ender particles fell on the vanguard, and Mo Chen's figure appeared out of thin air.

Before the rebels and omnics present could react, he slapped the forward's armor.

"Prometheus!"

"Received, hacking in progress."

In a cyberspace made up of data, Prometheus' eyes flashed red, and countless data turned into a torrent, rushing towards a control panel not far away.

That control panel was the intelligent core of the striker under Mo Chen's feet.

The huge and unstoppable torrent of data poured into the control panel, giving it the color of Prometheus.

The entire cyberspace was shocked, cheering for the great artificial intelligence Prometheus at this moment of victory.

Reality happened in just a blink of an eye, and the intelligent machines didn't even have time to calculate and analyze the situation in front of them.

But Mo Chen knew that from now on, the striker under his feet would become his most loyal pawn, clearing away all obstacles in his way.

Prometheus' voice sounded like heavenly music, ringing in Mo Chen's ears: "I have successfully taken over this striker, please feel free to give it orders!"

"Love you, it's so cool!"

Mo Chen snapped his fingers, and the forward under his feet received the order, immediately changed target, and swung his sword at the surrounding intelligent machines.

Ender Sprint was performed, and Mo Chen instantly appeared behind the two barricades, gently touching these cold intelligent machines with his hands.

The two barricades immediately put away their weapons and lay on the ground like loyal dogs, not moving.

Mo Chen did the same thing, his figure moving back and forth among the group of intelligent machines at the gate.

Prometheus, who had been prepared for this, immediately showed his power and hacked into the cores of a number of intelligent machines one after another.

After dozens of seconds, all the attacking intelligent machines were completely controlled by them.

But in the unnoticed cyberspace, a trace of human doubt suddenly flashed across Prometheus's face:

"It's really strange, why does this frequency appear?"