"Numbers 15 to 20 stay behind, everyone else follow me," Finn Lewis snorted coldly, speaking outright! Ever since he used the mecha suit for the first time, Finn Lewis had taken a strong liking to this sensation; it had to be said, this was indeed what a man should be doing. As for matters at the rear, Finn Lewis didn't need to take responsibility.
Opportunities like this were not plentiful, and who knew how many more there would be in the future. Therefore, Finn Lewis quite straightforwardly released the small warship. The engines at the tail of the mecha suit blasted out a pale blue flame, and Finn Lewis's speed began to drastically increase.
Among these space torpedoes, it was clear some were locked on Finn Lewis, yet don't think Finn Lewis's mecha suit really lacked other weapons. In space, Finn Lewis's mecha suit started to rapidly transform, with the metal on both sides of the arms writhing and combining swiftly, rapidly forming two small pale blue firearms.
