Chapter 3105 (1/2)

After this conversation, the two men remained silent for a long time until Tony finished the assembly work. The suit looked like a scaffold dragging a battery, which was shabby and shabby everywhere.

The flame jet is transformed by the cleaning nozzle. The defense against tearing only depends on the thick cotton cloth wrapped outside. The control system can be said to be completely nonexistent and only depends on hydraulic mechanical transmission.

”I haven't done this backward exoskeleton for a long time, but it should be enough.” Tony dropped his pliers and wiped the sweat on his face: ”go in and check with our parents when we go out.”

”No, you go in. This is your suit. I can't operate it.” Cassandra shook her head. She had a gun.

”The operation is similar to that of an excavator. It's not difficult. Listen to me. I'm a man. I have no reason to hide myself and let you walk outside.”

Tony opened the simple front cover of his uniform and waved to Cassandra:

”Although I'm not English, I've always been a gentleman. If I were on the Titanic, I would give the position of the lifeboat to the lady, and then go to the kitchen and try to build a new boat.”

”Tony...”

Perhaps the dialogue was the beginning of mutual understanding, and she was moved by sacrificing herself for others. Cassandra finally removed the strong shell of the past. She jumped on her ex boyfriend, enthusiastically gave a kiss, and began to take off men's clothes again.

”Don't, don't do this. We're pressed for time. Who knows if zombies will become stronger and stronger over time.”

Tony shook his lips and resisted insincerely.

”Never mind, five minutes is enough anyway!”

The woman was not worried at all. She licked her lips. If she wanted to die, she would also be a satisfied ghost.

The man's expression suddenly became very complex. He looked painfully at the shadowless lamp on the operating table, gave up resistance and let the other party push it down.

“......”

Three minutes later, when the rain was over, Cassandra's judgment was correct. Five minutes was more than enough, not a delay.

The man with a moustache seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. He groaned into the inferior war clothes. He didn't strive in bed and couldn't harden his waist in life. He could only listen to Cassandra's arrangement.

The woman walked behind with a gun and a scooter with a battery, while Tony, who operated the exoskeleton, walked in front.

The door leading to the corridor was close, but the outside world was very quiet, just like the zombies knew they were coming out.

Tony looks at the woman through the plastic tray modified cockpit glass. Cassan loads the weapon and nods seriously.

So he pulled out the hanging bottle rod stuck in the door, kicked it on the door and was ready to go out to kill. The flame thrower had burst out!

”Oh!” A black figure outside the door made a back somersault, raised his hands and shook them again and again: ”slow down, Tony, you don't want to kill me?”