Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

Drones had poor combat endurance.

One reason was energy.

Another was size.

Under such frenzied shooting, the loaded bullets would be emptied in a matter of seconds, losing the ability to fight.

Special drones carrying micro-missiles would stop firing after just a few shots.

Brian watched coldly as a torrent of bullets flew before him, ignoring the tearing pain from his arms, maintaining his robust resilience like a rock struck by waves, seemingly continually hit, shrapnels tearing his body apart, yet he was immovably stable without any sign of defeat.

He even had planned that once these drones ceased firing, he would immediately rush to those lifeforms that had surrounded him and slaughter them all.

Regardless of success or failure, at least he would keep himself safe first and collect a batch of high-quality obsession.

Then something unexpected happened.

From the distant sky came the buzzing sound of reinforcements.