Chapter 90 King General

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 90 King General

Fingel was so frightened that the Word Spirit and Bronze Throne opened their doors, and the enhanced explosive power made him roll far away.

Just kidding, this is a handheld M2 heavy machine gun modified by the Armament Department.

The original M2 heavy machine gun is already a light armor killer, let alone the improved version of the equipment department.

Those crazy explosive maniacs not only changed the caliber of its bullet to 14.5 mm, but also changed the rate of fire from 500 rounds per minute to 1500 rounds per minute.

What's even more outrageous is that they replaced all the bullets with instant explosive bombs!

Even if the mass of the human body is not enough to trigger the action of the penetrating tube and detonator, at a certain time, the flame of the luminous agent will ignite the explosive inside.

These guys must be rushing to beat up their teammates!

Fingel escaped, and Chu Zihang pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Although at Lu Mingfei's request, the equipment department installed a deactivator on the improved M2, the huge recoil still made Chu Zihang's upper body continue to tilt back.

He endured it silently, his feet like nails nailed to the ground.

Lu Mingfei can't train in the "Pain Cage" day and night, so the pain is nothing.

Constipation-thick bullets shot out like thin air, and the guards in black were shot through without any resistance, and then were blown apart by subsequent explosions.

Pairs of golden pupils light up and go out. Even a mixed race is no different from an ordinary person in the face of this kind of firepower.

Yanling can withstand heavy machine gun attacks, but it takes time to release.

The rate of fire of 25 rounds per second gave them no time to pronounce the dragon inscriptions symbolizing power.

A minute later, the massacre was over, and the Paradise Hall had turned into a hell of broken limbs and broken arms.

Sakurai Kogure looked at all this and suddenly felt a little sad.

The fierce ghosts use violence and cruelty to control their underworld, but when faced with real violence, they are only weak.

However, this was also because they were caught off guard.

If the information is received early, such heavy weapons can also be obtained with the strength of the fierce ghosts.

When she saw Fingel raising a rocket launcher with a red grimace painted on it and aiming it at the ceiling of the Paradise Pavilion, she finally couldn't help it anymore.

The Kukakukan was built by Sakurai Kogure with great effort. It is not only a symbol of her status, but also a reflection of her self-worth. It cannot be destroyed like this.

"Guest, can I make a call?"

Sakurai Kogure said.

Lu Mingfei took her right hand and answered instead.

Sakurai Kogure shook her arm and took out a small mobile phone from her pocket.

She didn't make a call, she just pressed a few buttons according to a certain pattern.

Lu Mingfei didn't care what she was doing. If she asked people to besiege them, that would be just what she wanted.

When he was in the war group, his most annoying thing was chasing Eldar pirates.

Those pointed-eared boats were fast and agile, and had various escape devices such as psychic camouflage.

Catching a few Eldar pirates is more tiring than fighting an entire gang of Chaos Space Marines.

And their lair is better hidden than their ship. Not even Slaanesh can find the location of the Craftworld, let alone Lu Mingfei.

If he could find the lair of the Eldar, he would first throw in dozens of virus-killing torpedoes as a welcome gift.

In Lu Mingfei's view, this group of fallen hybrids who call themselves the "Fierce Ghosts" are very similar to the Dark Eldar.

They all like to be sneaky, conspiratorial, pretentious, greedy for pleasure, wantonly modify genes, and they all have a base camp of extravagant luxury.

If this woman could call all their main players, it would save him at least half of his time.

"Guest, please wait a moment, the adults will be here soon."

Sakurai Kogure lowered his head and said, like a waiter in charge of reception.

"how long?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I can't interfere with the adults' itinerary, but I won't keep our distinguished guests waiting for a long time."

Sakurai Kogure said.

He ignored her words and gestured to Chu Zihang and Fingel.

In the past few weeks, Lu Mingfei had added additional training on group instructions in daily training. Now Chu Zihang and the others knew what to do as soon as they saw his gestures.

The two people quickly took down several other equipment boxes from the car and took out the equipment inside.

The modular position structure was something Lu Mingfei came up with when he was forging weapons.

It sounds very high-end, but actually the most advanced part is the plastic steel formula.

This is a basic training item used by the war group to train new recruits in fortification skills, but it is enough to deal with these corrupted hybrids.

Pieces of plastic steel plates were quickly assembled according to the reserved interfaces, and a small fortress was built on the smooth ground of the Paradise Hall.

Several thick and long gun barrels protruded from the shooting holes, and there were two large shooting holes that were not meant for shooting guns at first glance.

Seeing that the Kukakukan turned into a battlefield, Sakurai Kogure could no longer maintain her calm and reserved look.

Although the Fierce Ghosts are very powerful, they are still accustomed to assassination, kidnapping, and blackmail.

But the action style of these three people is like veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, and they plan to have a head-on battle with them.

Why did two groups with completely different styles get together?

Sakurai Kogure couldn't think of exactly when they had offended these evil gods.

If it's for the "sacred blood", you can just spend money directly from them to buy the formula. It's not impossible to just give it away.

It can't really be the FBI. Even if it is, then we should go to those people in Mexico.

Her hand slid quietly on the phone, and the next second her arm was folded backwards.

A short scream sounded and then disappeared. Sakurai Kogure bit her lip and did not allow herself to let out another cry of pain.

"This Japanese bitch is so fierce."

Fingel, who saw this scene from the shooting hole, sighed.

If it were him, he should be holding this charming female manager and feeding her wine mouth to mouth.

Unfortunately, she fell into the hands of Junior Brother Lu.

The leader of my team didn't understand what it meant to cherish a woman's beauty. Akina Sakai was beaten by him every day until she couldn't get out of bed. Even the female students in the academy who were better at beating her didn't escape his vicious hands.

After a long wait, a long burst of singing came into the Paradise Pavilion.

His accent was extremely weird, like a goose being strangled.

This is the Japanese Noh opera singing method. If they understand Japanese, they will know that what they are singing is the story of Izanami and Izanagi.

Izanami is the god of wood in Japanese mythology and the god of filth in the underworld.

Legend has it that she and her brother Izanagi walked around the Jade Pillar of Heaven, and when they met, they praised each other, and then gave birth to the Japanese gods and the Japanese Yashima.

However, what the visitor was singing was not the story of Japanese gods, but the first child of these two gods.

Their first union gave birth to a child, but the child was a deformed child with underdeveloped bones, like a leech.

So they put the child into the reed boat and let it float away along the current, not counting the children they had borne.

In Japanese mythology, this leech fell into the mortal world, but eventually became the most popular and widely loved god Ebisu, ranking first among the seven gods of good fortune.

But in this story, this abandoned deformed child sank into a bottomless abyss, struggling to climb up to see a glimmer of sunlight, and ate only the carrion of insects and rats every day.

He hated the God of creation who created this ominous thing like him, and his brothers and sisters who enjoyed the sunshine and respect.

But he longed for it, longed to return to the womb of the Mother Goddess and be pregnant again.

This time, he will definitely grow into a perfect, great, and supreme god.

Sakurai Kogure listened silently, she knew that this ballad was written just for them, and the fierce ghosts were a group of deformed monsters.

He has the blood of God, but he became a ghost due to a congenital defect.

Compared to the aloof Sheqi family, who eat both black and white, they are just carrion-eating ghouls.

He Yegang shivered as he huddled between Fingel and Chu Zihang.

It should be said that he was very lucky. After the gunfight just now, his butt was only scratched.

Fingel saw that he was still useful on the road, so he dragged him into the fortifications.

"What is he singing so sweetly?"

Fingel asked.

So Tsuruno Tsuyoshi briefly translated it for them.

"This Japanese myth is quite perverted."

Fingel said contemptuously.

Chu Zihang thought to himself that your Norse mythology is not that good. The light elves and dark elves were both transformed by maggots. The ancestor of the giants, Ymir and the cow, are not clear.

In fact, the creation myths of various countries are almost like this. After countless years of evolution, they have combined the three views from primitive society to feudal society. It is normal for modern people to find it irritating to the eyes.

As a bang sounded, the singing stopped, and the mountains fell silent again.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and his ears trembled slightly.

"Coming."

After a moment, he opened his eyes and said.

Neighing sounds and scraping sounds came from all directions towards the Paradise Pavilion, like thousands of snakes coming towards the palace.

"It's great to have friends from far away, but it's not in line with the way of being a guest to be so rude to our Miss Sakurai."

On the second floor of the Kukakukan, a man wearing a Noh mask was standing on it.

The face on the mask has blood-red lips, rust-black teeth, and a pair of slender eyes that are mostly white and black.

This is the face of the ancient Japanese ministers. According to legend, they like to blacken their teeth with rust and decorate their pale lips with the blood of young girls.

This man who seemed to have stepped out of history looked down at everyone. The bright lights of the Paradise Pavilion shone on him, but there was no feeling of brightness at all on him.

That black feather is like a black hole, trying to drain out all the light, heat, and beautiful things in the world to fill the greed that can never be satisfied.

"Your Majesty."

Even though she couldn't kneel down, Sakurai Kogure still lowered her head to show respect.

This is the King General, the supreme leader of the fierce ghosts, the person with the authority to realize wishes.

In a place where the power of the fierce ghosts is covered, his words are more useful than those of the cabinet prime minister.

"Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Sakurai."

The king general said gently, not seeming to be angry at all that she was captured.

"My subordinates are terrified."

Sakurai Kogure lowered her head, not daring to look at the king.

As a senior cadre of the fierce ghosts, she certainly knew that the minister in front of her was not a kind old man, but a man-eating monster.

"Guest, you."

The minister spoke again, but three .60 Beowulf bullets blocked his mouth.

Then he blasted his mouth and mask into pieces.

"Why do villains always talk a lot of nonsense?"

Chu Zihang couldn't help but ask after watching this scene.

Fingel scratched his head and answered uncertainly.

"Maybe it's to get more screen time?"

For the first time, Chu Zihang felt that Cassel's words of shame were quite reasonable.

"Lu Jun, Cassel taught you to be a bad boy."

Another man wearing a mask of a public official came out and said in a regretful tone.
Chapter completed!