In the small temporary arsenal, a rectangular Thunderstorm weighing one ton was quietly held in the hands of a mobile armor.
Qin Fen smiled. He already had some understanding of the rules of the small team competition. This was a special competition to test the cooperation between the recruits of each continent against the recruits of other continents. It could also directly reflect which continent's recruit team was the best.
At the same time, it could also observe the simple and effective tactical cooperation that each continent had come up with these days. But the premise was that recruits were not allowed to drive mobile armor to fight. Once the huge and thick armor appeared, the entire competition would completely lose its original idea.
Of course, the armed fighter jet parked outside the arsenal was just placed there routinely. It was not really a chance for recruits to drive it.
"Wow! What are the American recruits doing? "
The commentator stared at half of the picture on the projection screen and was surprised to find that Little Dragon King Yang Lie was using tools to dismantle the M134 Vulcan Cannon on the armed fighter jet.
The two M134 Vulcan Cannons were dismantled by Little Dragon King Yang Lie and Sky Splitter Brooks.
These two weapons, which could theoretically fire six thousand bullets per minute and could form a super firepower net, were held in their hands.
Tens of thousands of spectators exclaimed in unison. It seemed that the American recruits were not only prepared for the martial arts event this time, but they were also quite outstanding in the weapons event! The powerful firepower net formed by these two M134 Vulcan Cannons had almost locked the victory.
"Oh my god! American recruits! The kings of the Recruit Tournament have finally begun to really break out! Let us pray for the East Asian recruits! "
"That's right! The firing speed of six thousand bullets per minute! That's a hundred bullets per second! "
At this moment, several beautiful cheering groups of the American recruits made ear-piercing screams of excitement among the tens of thousands of spectators. The long-awaited outbreak had finally arrived.
In the crowd, a group of military enthusiasts stared at the screen in silence. The fighting method of these American recruits could almost be called shameless cheating! They actually used the weapons of an armed fighter jet! The originally fierce battle confrontation would be completely destroyed by these two M134 Vulcan Cannons and become a boring game.
"Thunderstorm?"
Qin Fen stood under the huge mobile armor and looked up at the big monster made of metal. There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. The information provided by the magnetic card was indeed correct. The Thunderstorm, which could be called a super storm, actually appeared in the temporary arsenal of the team confrontation.
"Oh, what are the East Asian recruits going to do? Does Qin Fen want to pilot a mobile armor? "
"Hehe, that's something that's explicitly forbidden in the tournament. If he really wants to use the mobile armor, he might as well use the Thunderstorm! "
"Haha, you really know how to joke. The Thunderstorm was rumored to weigh a ton. Even if there are rumors giving Qin Fen a nickname of 'monster', he is not a real monster after all. It is impossible for him to move Thundercloud … "
A loud exclamation forcefully interrupted the commentator's teasing. Even the commentator himself was staring at Qin Fen on the screen with his eyes wide open.
What was this young East Asian recruit trying to do? Was he really going to use the Thunderstorm that weighed a ton? If it was true, is he still human?
Tens of thousands of spectators looked at the screen dumbfoundedly. Qin Fen took the tools handed by Xue Tian and dismantled the Thunderstorm that was held in the mobile armor's hand. His super skilled movements reminded people of the best assemblers in the mobile armor factory.
Kacha …
Qin Fen, who was standing on the arm of the mobile armor, finally dismantled the huge Thunderstorm. He carried the Thunderstorm that weighed a ton and jumped down from the mechanical arm to the ground. He skillfully operated the Thunderstorm with both hands as if he was operating the simplest semi-automatic rifle.
After the inspection and operation was completed, Qin Fen waved the Thunderstorm left and right a few times to test the weapon's vibration performance.
The image was transmitted to the sky above the stadium, and the huge stadium fell into a dead silence.
The American recruits who were excited to celebrate the American recruits obtaining two M134 Vulcan cannons, as well as the supporters of the American recruits, had their faces completely turned green at this time.
People couldn't help but wonder if Qin Fen waved the Thunderstorm that weighed a ton as if he was waving a matchstick. Was the Thunderstorm just a replica made of plastic foam and then painted with a layer of bright paint?
The eyes of the military enthusiasts twitched slightly. They took back the contemptuous look that they had cast on the American recruit camp. They also took back the judgment of condemning the opponent for using the Vulcan cannons to destroy the art of combat and cast infinite sympathy on the American recruits.
They sympathized with the American recruits from the bottom of their hearts. The worst thing in the world was not defeat! It was that they had obviously cheated in order to get the best results! The moment when they almost saw the dawn of victory, they suddenly heard that their opponent had modified the exam without any punishment and was considered reasonable by the invigilators.
The three commentators looked at each other. There was nothing but a bitter smile on their faces. Qin Fen was really like his nickname, a "monster", a complete monster!
The eight-star Dragon Elephant Prajna Art had strengthened Qin Fen's physique. Even if he didn't use true energy on ordinary days, the pure strength of his body was equally terrifying.
The faces of the European and African recruits, who also needed to participate in the team competition, also turned extremely ugly. Only the faces of the West Asian recruits didn't change much. They had long heard of this rumor. Although they were surprised to see it with their own eyes, they weren't as stunned as the recruits from the other continents.
The game had not yet started, but the projection screen of the East Asian recruits showed a new picture again. People were surprised to find that this time, the East Asian recruits seemed to have no interest in playing in a small team because of Qin Fen.
Xue Tian moved the weapons on the table to the ground and then lay on the table with his legs crossed, looking like he was going to sleep.
Xing Wuyi sat cross-legged on another table. Obviously, he had entered the state of paleo martial arts and was practicing the paleo martial true energy.
Only Lin Ling was the same as usual. She quickly adjusted an anti-sniper weapon and climbed to the roof of the armory.
Obviously, this East Asian female soldier also had no intention of leaving the arsenal.
The American recruits on the other side of the screen had high morale on their faces. Everyone's eyes flashed with a kind of light called "confidence".
With the M134 Vulcan Cannon that could form a rain of bullets, the American recruits seemed to see the surprise and fear in the eyes of the East Asian recruits when they encountered them.
The American recruits in the audience did not have the slightest confidence and excitement of their comrades. Many people simply covered their eyes with their hands. They could not bear to continue watching this game.
This is an unfair game! Comparing the strength of the two sides, one side was completely equipped with modern super equipment, while the other side's weapons and equipment were like humans from the Stone Age. The weapons in their hands were similar to wooden sticks.
The firepower of the M134 Vulcan Cannon was six thousand rounds per minute, but what about the Thunderstorm? It could eject sixty thousand pieces of ultra-thin metal steel sheets in one second! Its firing speed was six hundred times the firing speed of the M134! Moreover, the range and striking area were far beyond the M134. It was too much.
Although the European and African recruits did not like the victory of the American recruits, the moment they saw Qin Fen walk out of the arsenal alone, they looked at the American recruits with sympathy and sorrow.
"Oh, I can't bear to watch anymore."
"Me too, look at Qin Fen's speed, does it look like he is carrying a weapon that weighs a ton?"
"Sigh … poor American recruit team, who let them encounter the 'monster' Qin Fen?"
The bell of the game had already rung. In the ears of the American recruits watching the game, it was not the bell of battle, but the knell of death.
Although the weapons in the game could not really kill people, the defeat … especially a team of elite personnel, was completely destroyed by a violent person. This was still unacceptable to everyone.
When the bell of the game rang, Brooks and Yang Lie rushed to the front of the team with the M134 Vulcan Cannon. With this weapon with a firing rate of six thousand rounds per minute, the two had enough confidence to make Qin Fen, who always destroyed the normal progress of the game, greatly surprised. They would let him have a taste of the feeling of helplessness when the opponent destroyed the normal progress of the game!
In the huge VIP box, General Will, who had a faint confident smile on his face before the start of the game, had his white complexion and skin become as yellow as the loess.
He closed his eyes with a glass of wine in his hand. He thought that the recruits on his side had destroyed the normal way of the game. He did not expect Qin Fen to destroy it even more thoroughly, destroying everything in an instant.
A match was divided into three rounds. The first round was when one side guarded the flag and the other side captured the flag. The second round was completely reversed. The one who guarded became the one who attacked, and the one who attacked became the one who defended. The last round was when the two sides began to attack.
In the first round, the East Asian recruits should be on the defensive, but Qin Fen had no intention of defending. If he could end the game earlier, he could get a little more time to practice the release of true energy.
Brooks and Yang Lie walked carefully at the front of the team.
Suddenly! The two men stopped moving at the same time. Their eyes flashed with incomparable shock as they looked forward. The American recruits behind them did not react to what had happened. They felt their bodies being hit by countless objects.
In the next moment, the American recruits stared blankly at their military uniforms that were dyed red. What the hell is going on?
The American recruits grabbed the binoculars on their chests curiously, wanting to know what kind of attack they had suffered. The moment they looked through the binoculars, the entire American team fell into a deathly silence.
Through the binoculars, they could see that Qin Fen was holding a Thunderstorm that weighed a ton in his hand. He was waving his hand and making a "bye bye" gesture.
Thunderstorm? The brains of the American recruits crashed. What the hell was going on? The monster Qin Fen is holding a Thunderstorm that weighs a ton with one hand? What the hell is there to fight!?
In terms of power, if the Thunderstorm was an adult, then the M134 would be a kindergarten child.
In terms of aiming? The electronic detection equipment of the Thunderstorm itself was even better than the optical equipment of many sniper equipment, not to mention the M134.
Such a comparison was completely a battle where one side abused the other. It was impossible to form a so-called confrontation.
Lost? The binoculars in the hands of the American recruits fell on their chests. Their gloomy face was covered with dark clouds. Lost! The East Asian recruits had only sent one person and used the weapon once. It was clear to everyone that the next two matches were not to be fought.
Continuing to fight would only be humiliating the masochist himself!
Yang Lie looked at Qin Fen through the binoculars, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He thought that holding two M134s was cheating. How could he forget that Qin Fen himself was a giant cheating device?
Continue to fight? Brooks shook his head. Although he had lost the battle today, it had not affected the martial artist's heart in the martial arts tournament. If he continued to look for abuse and lost two more matches, even the firmness of the martial artist's heart would be shaken. At that time, forget about fighting, there would be a shadow in his heart when he saw Qin Fen.
The American recruits picked up the walkie-talkie at their mouths and adjusted it to the referee channel. They looked at each other helplessly, "We admit defeat. There is no need to continue the next match. The East Asian recruits won. "
The tens of thousands of spectators in the auditorium listened to the helpless voice of the American recruits. They did not cheer for the winner. They just stared blankly at Qin Fen on the screen. This person really broke the rules in every match.
People quickly focused their attention on the European recruits, African recruits, and West Asian recruits who had not yet fought with the East Asian recruits in the team match. They wanted to see if they had any strategies to break the enemy.
Unfortunately, the audience did not see any hope in the eyes of these recruits.
Thunderstorm? This thing was a big bug in the team match! Qin Fen holding that thing in his hand was no different from directly taking the championship trophy.
"Everyone, everyone … good news!"
The commentator shouted excitedly, "Given that the recruit tournament is a platform for mutual communication, in order to fully embody the principle of communication, the East Asian recruits have won this match. The East Asian recruits will definitely win this match, but from the next match onwards, the arsenal will no longer continue to store the Thunderstorm, as well as weapons that undermine fairness like the M134. "
The eyes of the recruits of the three continents, which had been silent and resigned to their fate, suddenly rekindled a new light of hope. Without the Thunderstorm, the East Asian recruits were not so scary anymore!
The American recruits looked sadly at the referee's seat. They had become the last crazy stepping stone for Qin Fen. Their luck was really too bad.
Qin Fen listened to the decision from the headset and was slightly stunned. The corner of his mouth showed an indifferent smile. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the East Asian recruit arsenal. He whispered to himself, "This is also good. Next time, I can also hide in the arsenal to rest and practice and let Xue Tian come out to fight."
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