"First, fighting, competition."

At the top of the hemispherical fighting arena on the coast of Violet State, a fair-skinned man dressed as a cowboy was lying here to rest. Several disheveled women had fallen asleep beside him from exhaustion.

The women have different origins, including widowed ladies, managers of fighting arenas, and ordinary waitresses.

These people usually find it difficult to get along harmoniously due to their different statuses, but they have a common identity - they are all loyal spectators of fighting competitions, and they all admire and long for the body of the winner who looks good.

A man dressed as a cowboy can freely choose from those business cards whenever he is interested, because since he came to Violet, he has never been defeated in street fighting or in the fighting ring, and has never even suffered a defeat.

Wounded holder of victory.

His real name is rarely mentioned. The media touts him as a friend of Hades, and more people, including his name registered in the fighting arena, refer to him as "Magic Bullet Shooter".

The roar of propellers circled from the sky, and many promotional flyers fell directly to the coast, soaked in the sea water, and undulated with the waves.

A few fell to the top of the fighting arena.

After reading out the words on the flyer in a slow tone, the cowboy blinked his eyes and laughed very, very slowly.

"So, there are indeed some people in this place who won't mix in the fighting arena, but they will still be involved in a life-threatening duel one day!"

He opened his shirt, sat up, and carefully folded the leaflet into a paper airplane, then blew on the tip of the paper airplane, closed his eyes and listened for a few minutes, and then threw the paper airplane.

The paper plane flew in the wind and passed several hundred meters. When it was about to fall, another gust of wind blew it up into the sky and landed on the propeller of the helicopter.

The edge of the paper cut off the propeller, and the entire helicopter suddenly capsized and fell into the city, exploding into a large ball of fire.

The sound of the explosion woke up the woman next to him.

When they looked over with sleepy eyes, the magic bullet shooter stood up and blew them a kiss.

"Ladies, I'm going hunting. Only by winning and winning can I maintain my charm in your eyes."

"Goodbye."

………………

"Goodbye!"

Mark, who had thin and sunken cheeks and all his hair combed back and down to the side of his neck, said goodbye to the gang leader who hurriedly came to deliver a message to him.

The gangs in the Violet State are a force on the surface. Since street fighting was legalized, they can't even compete with the black boxing business in the public fighting arenas built by big groups.

But there is also a group of gangs who live very well because they don't do any other business and only do one thing.

murder!

The ancient profession of killer has a market in any era. Mark's organization has its headquarters here, but its business is not only done in the Violet State, so he often has to go out in the field. After returning, he doesn't care much about the current situation. Cloning

Things like people had been rumored a while ago, but he didn't know about it until today.

Of course, he didn't care about clones or anything like that. He was just inquiring about the whole story of Violet's No. 1 Fighting Competition and listened to it by the way.

"What kind of fighting competition..."

Mark smiled, took a sip at the flyer, and laughed again. He laughed so hard that the lights in the whole room shook uneasily, and the display screen on the refrigerator and air conditioner flickered on and off.

"This should be called a killing contest. There are such generous prizes. I like it."

Hey!!

All the lamps were turned off, making the light source around Mark stand out.

His arm, wrapped in bandages, exuded an immortal pure golden brilliance.

Those were the arms transplanted to his body from an ancient corpse. The owner of the corpse was an iron fist fighter who had shed his blood for the United States of Boston in the last century. He was an authentic Bostonian. However, according to a few words,

It is said that his power comes from the divine dragon Shou Lao hidden in the Kunlun Mountains.

Mark once took this power to Kunlun and inquired for a long time. He did not find any description related to the "Shenlong Shou Lao" in the local area. However, it did not matter. The power on the arms of the dead body could completely help him.

It can also be supplemented and improved by him.

The glory is immortal, but silent, and noble, but it reflects a cruel and greedy face.

………………

After the nighttime power rationing order was implemented, the Violet State did not completely fall into darkness.

The hospitals that can establish themselves in the Violet State are all high-end places that serve fighters. They have another set of power supply facilities independent of the city's power system. After the city's power cuts, there are also lights shining through.

In some luxurious and high-profile mansions, nobles can still keep their homes bright by relying on their own power reserves. The street lights in the manor illuminate the security guards patrolling back and forth.

However, the power consumption of lights is actually limited. This madman-like indiscriminate power reduction order at night has the greatest impact on large refrigerated warehouses and research institutes that require multiple devices to run together.

The Barot family, one of the old aristocrats, did not even light a single lamp. All the electricity they had reserved was given priority to the New Century Mechanical Research Institute in the name of their family leader.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

The head of the Balot family was sitting in a wheelchair. With the help of the servants around him, he coughed up a mouthful of phlegm with great effort, grabbed the oxygen mask next to him and took a few breaths, and then he felt relieved.

His right hand was pressed firmly on the armrest of the wheelchair, and in his palm was a crumpled piece of waste paper. It could still be seen from the background color and deformed handwriting that it was a promotional piece for [Violet First Fighting Competition]

one.

This contemporary head of the Balot family can be called a genius. He was able to take control of the power in his family at a young age, and connected with the old nobles who were also declining, and firmly occupied their territory in Violet.

The state's last remaining territories.

He is still very young now, but what is hateful is that, just like the name of the old noble, his body has entered early decay.

A congenital genetic defect caused this man, who was not yet thirty years old, to have a physical condition close to that of a centenarian. His short white hair was dull, the skin on his face was close to his skull, and there was no trace of blood in his arms.

It is also like a dry branch, surprisingly thin.

For years, he had been trying to find a way to cure himself, but at best he could only delay the progression of his condition.

When Faqi and the others set foot on the Violet State with a different purpose, just because they found out that what they were looking for was related to genetic technology, Balot hit it off with them and used the old aristocrat's network to help them collect intelligence.

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Now Faqi and the others were beaten to death in the street, but the "hope" of being able to cure themselves has also been exposed.

"The fruit of the gene tree..."

Balot spoke in the oxygen mask, and a layer of white mist breathed out from the instrument, "Based on the public information on the Internet, the result of your argument is that that thing has more than 70% chance of restoring my health?"

The person in charge of the institute said: "The people here mainly study biology as well as mechanics. I can be sure that the information is not fabricated randomly, and recovery to health is only a conservative estimate."

"If Mr. Balot can really get that kind of fruit, with just one, he will most likely be able to nourish his body to a three-star level in a short period of time, or even approach the level of a four-star fighter."

Balot took a sharp breath, which sounded like a neighing sound. The surrounding servants and medical experts watched him nervously, fearing that he would be too excited and go into shock.

Fortunately, his mind was firm enough, and he quickly calmed down his breathing even after hearing such news.

Balot lowered his head slightly, and with his thin and stained hands, he unfolded the crumpled paper tremblingly, but because of the shaking of his hands, he tore the paper. The servant next to him immediately took it from the pocket of his coat.

, pulled out a folded leaflet, unfolded it and put it in front of Balot.

After reading the information on the flyer letter by letter, he murmured slightly.

"No matter what the intention is, if you dare to announce such a thing, I will definitely seize it..."

Balot raised his head and said forcefully, "Let's start!"

The servant pushed his wheelchair deep into the institute, where there was a huge open space.

In the center of the open space, there is a black curtain and slender steel cables, which together fix a huge object with a height of more than nine meters.

The staff of the institute were loosening the steel cables, and the curtain was lifted by the iron hook installed on the ceiling and slowly pulled aside, revealing the true appearance of the thing below.

That's a tall humanoid machine!

It can be said to be either ferocious or mighty. It stands firmly on its feet, and the armor on its chest is decorated with an exaggerated ghost face in the Fuso Shinto style, with angry eyes, fangs, and protruding horns, imitating human beings.

The hand armor made of ten fingers holds an iron pole tightly at an angle, and behind it are two tattered big flags. On the flags are thickly colored and murderous Chinese characters - "Onimusha".

This is an antique that was excavated from the precious metal mine of the Balot family many years ago. According to surveys, this mecha has been buried there for more than two hundred years.

In the perception of ordinary people, the technology two hundred years ago was still at the level of matchlocks. It was a fantasy to be able to create such a weird mecha at that time.

But on the dark side of the world, on those secret websites, history is more comprehensively recorded. Balot naturally also knows that starting from the twelfth century, some advanced technological items have often appeared inexplicably all over the world.

For example, the now-famous supercomputer "Wulin" in the ancient country of Donghua was actually excavated from the ancient tomb of a martial arts leader from the Song Dynasty.

Balot would not be too surprised to find an antique mecha, but after careful inspection by his team, he immediately decided to properly repair the mecha and use it as his ace fighting method.

Because this mecha is really suitable for him.

As the researchers were busy, the devil's head on the mecha was opened, revealing the cab inside.

Balot was sent into the cab, and a metal patch was placed on his head, allowing the brain consciousness to be directly connected to the mecha. When the evil ghost's head was closed, gentle light waves rippled back and forth in the sealed space. Balot's

My limbs feel a rare sense of relaxation and stretch.

This Onimusan mecha has an internal medical system. The driver is in the medical system, and the body does not need to move in a wide range. As long as the brain is active, the mecha can be driven to adopt extremely flexible fighting postures.

The Balot family also paid a sky-high fee to have the team at their research institute make many modifications based on the original medical system, so that this therapeutic light wave can improve the therapeutic effect without pain.

Gradually add up.

Although there is no way to cure innate genetic defects, as time goes by, the driver's brain state will become more and more active, reaching the peak state in his life.

The forces of the old nobles are doing their best to search for the locations of the thirty-six bases, and Balot will enter a state of preparation for war from now on.
To be continued...