Su Mo shook his head slightly, watching the fierce battle, feeling a little regretful.

The previous wave of rocket bombardment had caused considerable damage to that monster, but unfortunately, the follow-up firepower was insufficient, allowing it to recover.

This time, it looked grim. However, one thing that surprised Su Mo was that even in such a desperate situation, these players didn't show a hint of chaos. Those who should rescue were rescuing, those who should block were blocking, and those who should fight were fighting with all their might, each fulfilling their duties.

Just as the Oche Beast was rampaging and slaughtering, a series of whistling sounds came from the sky. Armed helicopters flew over and, after entering their firing range, unleashed the missiles they carried from a distance.

At the same time, huge figures appeared in the distance. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be mechs.

They had green, thick outer armor, humanoid bodies, and round heads with a cross-shaped display device and a large red dot in the center. They were about eight meters tall and held heavy mech-mounted guns in their left hands, with barrels almost the size of a tank's cannon.

A supply backpack and auxiliary thrusters were suspended on their backs, allowing them to fly short distances.

At this moment, a prompt popped up on Su Mo's wrist device: Generation 1 City Defense Guardian Mech.

"Don't stop me! Let me kill those two first!"

"Please, don't! Team leader, calm down!"

The others rushed up to stop and persuade her.

Only then did Zhao Han gradually calm down, her chest still heaving with anger.

"Speak! Who exactly are you?"

"I... I'm sorry, my name is Sun Duoxiang."

Sun Duoxiang replied tremulously.

"Su Mo."

Su Mo replied calmly.

It wasn't that Sun Duoxiang hadn't considered lying, but it would be useless. They could replay the footage and match their photos to the database; it would be accurate every time.

Zhao Han suppressed her anger and warned, "From now on, if you can't give me a satisfactory explanation or answer, I will definitely kill you and bury you in a pit a thousand meters deep."

Hearing Zhao Han's words, Sun Duoxiang almost wet himself.

"Big sister, we really didn't do it on purpose. We were just running for our lives."

"Running for your lives? Do you think I'll believe that? Running for your lives that led to the deaths of so many of our people?"

"I'm really not lying to you."

Sun Duoxiang replied, on the verge of tears.

"Let's talk about compensation. We lost more than five hundred elites, not to mention the damaged weapons. All of this together has to be worth at least twenty million!"

Zhao Han questioned, gritting her teeth.

Hearing Zhao Han's words, Sun Duoxiang almost fainted. But to be fair, Zhao Han wasn't just making up a price. Each of those five hundred elite players was worth at least twenty to thirty thousand, and when added to the destroyed weapons, the price was already quite reasonable.

"We were wrong, we really can't afford to pay!"

Sun Duoxiang felt like he wanted to die.