People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

"How to do?"

Daisy was a little nervous.

"Cold."

Mike grinned, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "It's time to show off a wave of technology."

Switch the ship to manual pilot mode.

Mike sat upright.

focus.

With his eyes fixed on the screen, he said, "Have you seen my mobile phone 'Thunder Fighter'?"

Daisy nodded.

I have seen it a few times, the small mobile phone screen, bullets of various trajectories occupy most of the screen, and a small fighter plane shuttles between the gaps in the hail of bullets.

A careless, or a slow response is "the machine crashes."

Mike said that this is a game transplanted and transformed from an ancient arcade game.Daisy tried a few rounds, but she didn't last more than 3 minutes.

Seeing that Mike was going to play the current situation as a game, Daisy's nervousness dissipated.

It's just that if the other party knows, I don't know what they will think.

Do you feel insulted?

Soon, the opponent approached within ten kilometers.

In high-speed space travel, ten kilometers is very dangerous.

really.

The opponent's main naval gun adjusted its muzzle and aimed at Mike's spaceship.

A beam of concentrated energy with a diameter of more than ten meters shoots out from the muzzle.

"Oh hoo!"

Mike operated the spaceship, took a small step, and avoided the energy beam dangerously.

The impression given to the other party is that if you almost hit it, if you aim a little more, you will definitely hit it.

The fighters of the Galaxy Predators really had the illusion of "I can do it", and they pressed three times with one button.

Energy beams don't cost money.

Snapped!

A slap on the head of a combatant.

"You don't need money for energy, don't you feel bad about spending the money in your pocket? You bastard!" Yondu looked at the small spaceship with a charming position on the screen, and cursed: "It's like a flea, let the fighter Take off. Surround him and see how he behaves!"

With Yondu's order, more than [-] small fighter planes took off.These fighters are specially designed for short-distance and small-scale battles. Although their endurance is not strong, their burst speed, maneuverability, and firepower are far better than the spaceship driven by Mike.

Just like playing a game, the hero’s ceiling is there. The opponent’s equipment is better than yours, and they organize a group to catch you. If you don’t have teammates, even top professional players will collapse.

Chapter 288: Thunder Fighter

The Marauder's fighter planes quickly surrounded Mike's spaceship from top to bottom, left and right.

Mike felt challenged and excited.

"The Predator sent a call request." Daisy asked, "Do you want to answer it?"

"Take it." Mike didn't care.

"Hey, human, what should I call you?"

Yondu's voice came from the intercom.

"Mike."

Mike replied, no pressure.

"Okay, Mike." Yondu said: "I am the leader of the galaxy predators, Yondu. The current situation is that you have been surrounded by my men and you cannot escape. As long as I give an order, your spaceship You will be labeled as cosmic garbage immediately. However, I am willing to give you a chance, surrender, and you will have a chance to survive..."

"I don't believe it," Mike interjected.

"what?"

Courage was a little confused.

What do you not believe?

Mike laughed and said, "I don't believe you can destroy my spaceship with just one order. You cosmic idiots, who did you learn your shooting skills from? If you hit one, I'll lose."

Yondu was silent for a while, then pressed the call, "This lunatic... fuck him to death!"

Yondu is not a good person, and allowing Mike to surrender is of course not soft-hearted, but to squeeze every penny from Mike.

Of course, the most important thing is to save face.

Face can't be eaten, but it is very important to the predators who come out to mess around.

Face is the prestige of a predator.

With prestige, you can save a lot of trouble.

It is also easier to recruit people.

"Fasten your seat belt," Mike reminded Daisy.

"Ah."

Daisy said.

I don't know what Mike will do next, but just be obedient. She fastened her seat belt and checked it carefully.

At this time.

Fighters from up, down, left, and right fired a round of volleys, and the energy bullets staggered to form a cone-shaped three-dimensional barrage.

Some people often talk about bullet screen body protection, bullet screen protection, this real bullet screen, do you want to try it?

Mike's condition at this time.

It's like playing a weak hero, surrounded by five opponents in front of the opponent's tower, and has no teammates or assumes that teammates sacrifice to the sky... It stands to reason that it is right to leave the keyboard with both hands at this time.

But is Mike an average player?

No!

He cheated!

Mike spread the spiritual perception in this cosmic space.

Twenty-odd fighters fired salvos according to Yondu's orders, but after all, they were manually operated. The so-called "salvoes" actually had a time difference of milliseconds.

That's enough for Mike... He has a three-dimensional map of the ballistic trajectory in his mind, as well as tiny flaws caused by subtle time differences.

Mike manipulated the plane, tilted left and right, rotated the fuselage, made an emergency stop, and suddenly accelerated... After some dazzling operations, he miraculously passed through the dense barrage.

This time, not only the fighters involved in the attack, but even Yondu who gave the order were dumbfounded.

I'm afraid it's not a fake barrage.

When the predator was in a daze, Mike took the opportunity to rush out of the encirclement, but he didn't distance himself.After all, the opponent's speed is much faster.

"How do you feel?" Mike asked Daisy with a smile, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, it's okay... just a little dizzy and nausea."

Daisy said.

Dizziness and nausea are normal. The way Mike tossed the spaceship just now is equivalent to experiencing a roller coaster at Ferrari World Abu Dhabi.

It's not surprising to spit out stomach acid.

However, Daisy's face was flushed and her eyes were watery.

Is this normal?

It doesn't feel right.

At this time.

The spaceship voice reminded: "It is only 10 minutes to the next space-time transition point, please fasten your seat belt."

The Predator fighter plane caught up again.

Mike once again cast his magic position.

Daisy yelled excitedly, which made Mike think of "ebb and flow".

"Doesn't our spaceship have a weapon system? Can't it fight back?" Daisy asked.

"Yes, of course," Mike said.

The spaceship must have a combat system, even if it is to clear the meteorites blocking the way, it must be installed, the difference is the strength of the firepower.

However, Mike was just playing. If he wanted to fight back, he would be able to pinch and explode the large predatory armed ship without approaching.

Mike opened a panel and pressed two buttons.

A joystick with buttons popped up in front of Daisy's seat.

"Try it," Mike said.

"Me? Me, I haven't tried this thing."

Daisy said so, but her expression was eager to try.

"There is always a first time for everything, and today is your first time. Come on, aim...press the design button..."

Mike guides Daisy while driving the spaceship.

Daisy snapped the button.

The result, of course, was loneliness.

Outrageous.

The chasing fighters probably didn't expect the prey to dare to fight back, they were stunned for a moment, and then collectively became angry.

As a prey, can you be a little conscious!