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The alien machines screamed above the lunar surface toward the two fleeing FBSI agents. One more minute and they would have caught up with their prey. In a desperate attempt to escape their pursuers, the two Special Space Agents fired at the low-flying robots. With no effect. The volleys from their laser guns bounced against the armored metallic wall of the hostile machines without even leaving a trace of damage.
“f**k!” Monterrey cried in panic. “We’re going to die!”
“What kind of material is that?” Xiaobo asked, completely overwhelmed. I don’t even see a scratch on those things.
Monterrey looked anxiously at the instruments on the dashboard of her lunar scooter. They had been driving at maximum speed all this time. “s**t, the temperature’s rising too fast and too high! These things
