Lords of all people: Build the supreme heaven from scratch

"Yes!"

Jason hurriedly beckoned the rest of the team to follow him into the woods.

It was a desolate countryside, lonely and empty all around, and there was not even half a human figure.

They followed the road and headed northwest.

At this moment, several blue-purple lightning flashed in the sky.

"Oops!" Jason shouted, immediately adjusting the steering wheel to avoid crashing into the thunderbolts.

Thunder slammed down on the ground in front of them, and the violent collision caused a jolt. They parked the car and looked up to see a mecha lying a short distance ahead, the flames on the back of the mecha burning, looking like a blooming rose.

"Who is it?" Jason looked at the other man warily, "This is private domain!

The other unceremoniously mocked: "Hehe, you don't deserve to have private territory!"263

The other party actually called their president by his name, which shows that the other party has an extraordinary background.

There must be no compromise at this time, so Jason shouted: "Whoever sent you, get out of here immediately, otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind!"

The other party said arrogantly: "Hahahaha, I want to see how you are polite!"

Jason immediately raised his gun and took aim.

At the same time, the mech also raised its gun.

"Bang!"

The bullet grazed Jason's ear, shattering a tree and splattering a spark, Jason only felt a heat in his right ear, and he reached out and touched it, blood running down his fingers.

Sherlock happened to walk past him, he glanced at the injured Jason, then at the mech in front of him, and said, "Jason." "

"Yes!"

Jason replied, clutching the wound in his shoulder.

Sherlock continued to walk forward, saying, "You're very responsive, but you're too slow. "

Jason was ashamed.

Sherlock continued: "You have to be calm and not afraid when you face danger, you are a soldier and you have to face all kinds of dangers, even death, but you should not be afraid of them! "

Jason hung his head in shame.

He had to admit that he had indeed lost his temper just now.

Sherlock added, "Remember, your job is to guard your people and keep their property safe, and it is your duty (aibi) to do both." If you can't even defend your compatriots, what's the point of your existence?"

Jason's heart shook violently, as if he had been greatly inspired.

Sherlock's every word was like a flood of bells, striking deep inside him. He didn't know if it was an honor or a conviction, but he said very firmly, "Yes! I know, sir!"

Sherlock patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction and said, "Go ahead." "

"Yes!"

Jason held his head high and turned to leave.

Sherlock returned to the mech and sat in a chair behind the console. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

He looked up at the bushes in front of him, and there was a faint hint of murder in his eyes.

"I'd like to see who is trying to find fault with him!"

He activated the mech.

A silver-white steel beast roared and galloped out, disappearing into the night in an instant.

A silver-gray mech flew through the treetops, lightning fast.

He exuded a powerful killing momentum, as if he had returned from the Shura Field.

Beside him, there were three more people. They are all dressed in uniform costumes, their faces are painted with camouflage camouflage, and weapons such as grenades and electromagnetic cannons made of special metal are hung from their waists, which can blow up enemies if they get close.