Special Means
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Tsk, making a move immediately..."
The real enemy wasn't the Federation, and Fang Heng didn't want to do any unnecessary killing either. He was in a hurry to find Maica and didn't want to waste time fighting the Federation.
"Charge!" Fang Heng narrowed his eyes and ordered his fusion Tyrant forms to resist the firepower of the Northern Federation's operations department head-on.
"They're coming!"
"Fire!"
The Federation players aimed at the eyes of the fusion Tyrant forms and shot with all their might as they watched the latter rush straight toward them.
However, the fusion Tyrant forms simply blocked the eyeballs on their chests with their hands and rushed forward.
Seeing the fusion Tyrant forms getting closer and closer, the visual impact was too shocking. The Federation players were so nervous that cold sweat broke out on their foreheads and their fingers that were pulling the trigger turned purple from the force!