Chapter 184 Escorting and blocking the road (please subscribe)
The strong old man clenched his fists and went down the mountain.
He will use his fists to open a path to heaven for his two disciples.
Bai Tangjing stood on the mountain and watched his leaving figure.
From [Ning]'s perspective, there were two vague humanoid shadows behind the old man that were two heads taller than him.
A streak of red, full of anger and knotted muscles.
A streak of blue, with a strong body and a calm temperament.
The appearance occasionally collapses in the moving parts, but the most fundamental momentum has already been solidified.
This is going to be completed soon!
"You can't talk about 'young people's blood boiling'."
Bai Tangjing's eyes did not move, and the corners of his mouth curved in anticipation.
"You are an old man. If you are willing, can you use this [hair] to break the limit of two hundred thousand horses?"
Taking boxing as the foundation, [Hum General's Spirit Summons] and [Ha General's Spirit Summons] are made into mind beasts, and these two techniques are closely connected with Takemoto Jiu'an.
It's definitely not as simple as adding two helpers, maybe.
"Is this the way to transform the three realms into one thing?"
Bai Tangjing murmured.
Everyone is becoming more and more interesting.
At this moment, the cell phone in Bai Tangjing's windbreaker pocket rang.
It's Saeko's phone number.
"Don't you mean taking a walk? You still have to make a phone call for such a short distance of several hundred kilometers?"
Bai Tangjing looked at the phone screen and answered the call.
"Hey, are you feeling okay?"
"In such a short period of time, the bed host market has fallen? The effect of the Mad Dragon Virus is not that good, Mad Dragon Crystal? I have never heard of this thing."
"No, don't bring it back yet. I don't know if the Mad Dragon virus condensed into crystals has any new properties. I will go and see it myself."
"And as for crystals, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible to be something brought by ocean currents or monsoons."
"Maybe we can catch the poisoner's tail. You dare to do such a thing under my nose. Hey, it's really interesting."
Immediately, Bai Tangjing flew towards Bed Master City.
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Late at night, on the Japanese island of Kyushu, on an empty coastal highway.
The tragic situation in bed host city was reported by emergency news during the day.
Even though the Japanese had seen many big scenes, they were also shocked by the tragic situation after the raging dragon virus.
The entire Kyushu Island crowd, dragging their families with them, desperately wanted to evacuate inland.
So now, both air routes and land transport routes are so full that they seem to be exploding.
The coastal roads and shipping are completely deserted.
"Swish swish-"
Seven vehicles in a row were driving on the dark road with the sound of rapid wind.
There are three trucks in the middle, with two large SUVs at the front and rear.
All seven cars look unremarkable in appearance.
They are all models that you can usually see on the street.
But during occasional turns and decelerations, the huge inertia that cannot be concealed highlights their differences.
This all shows that the skeletons, shells, etc. of these vehicles have all been specially modified.
Under their unremarkable shells, they are at least twice as heavy as normal models.
The vehicle was driving on the winding coastal road, and the high beams it emitted were like sharp swords cutting through the darkness.
"Zi-'Barrel' makes a routine report to 'Sight', there is nothing abnormal ahead."
"'Sightsight' received, stay alert and continue reporting in twenty minutes."
"clear."
The 'gun barrel' sitting in the SUV at the front of the row was a black man wearing a camouflage combat uniform.
He put down the radio and put the cigar in his left hand to his mouth.
This action is very skillful and very common for experienced smokers.
The only difference was that his left hand holding the cigar shone like a cold, hard metal under the car lights.
The few people in the car didn't care about this strangeness at all.
Because they are the same.
The white man driving the car was also wearing a camouflage combat uniform. In order to relieve the boredom of driving all night, he began to speak.
"Guys, my fucking Japanese is really convoluted. Do you think the situation in that place has anything to do with the accident last night?"
"Accident? Don't be silly, 'rifling'. You know what kind of cargo we are transporting. For this kind of mission, the big shots above will not allow even the slightest accident to happen."
After taking a long puff of the cigar, the black man easily took the cigar out of his mouth with his prosthetic arm and blew a smoke ring at his partner.
"It was someone who was causing trouble last night! And if he comes again today, I will use this hand - caracara (sound of mechanical operation) - to crush his head!"
Rifle, who was in charge of driving, curled his lips and waved his bright silver right hand in the air.
"Hey! If you want to smoke, just turn on the air purification system! OK? What the hell!"
"Haha, don't worry about it. You have to understand how touching it is for a patient with advanced lung cancer to experience the refreshing sensation of a cigar passing through his lungs again after a year, man!"
"Sir, we have said enough, please remain vigilant."
The cold words interrupted the conversation and laughter of the two people in the front row.
Those were two white men sitting in the back seat of the SUV.
Unlike those in the front row who casually wore camouflage combat uniforms, they were meticulously dressed in black suits and black gloves, with no trace of skin exposed except for their heads and faces.
Even in the dimly lit carriage, they insisted on tying their ties to a suffocating degree and wearing sunglasses.
"Don't be so grim, man! You're just here to collect data on the use of prosthetics. You don't have to worry about how we work, and you can't control it. Or is it that Jianfeng Technology has put extra things in your heads in order to let you work well?
A piece of surveillance equipment?”
‘Rifling’ glanced at the black suit from the rearview mirror.
The word "gun barrel" is not unreasonable. The two observers sent by Peak Technology to follow the mission throughout the entire mission had a steel nail driven into their eyebrows near their temples.
Although it would look really cool on an ordinary young man,
But when I think of the identity of the other party, and the shrunken Pinfeng Technology LOGO on the steel nail.
It always makes them doubt whether these people still have free will.
The observer stopped talking, as if he was really convinced by the "gun barrel".
The black man holding the cigar with a prosthetic body also gave full play to his racial talents at this time.
While his words were eloquent, they actually had a certain rhythm to them.
"No matter who is eyeing this batch of goods, as long as they are not giant beasts, it doesn't matter in front of this prosthetic arm! I can kill a whole special team with my bare hands!"
". Having said that, those giant beasts have no way to know the existence of this batch of goods. They are completely locked in an information cocoon room now! Thinking about it this way, they don't seem to be anything special."
"Rifling, you've never been stationed in Hinomoto, right? Let me teach you how we should perform our mission here."
In fact, ‘rifling’ had stopped putting the words ‘barrel’ in his mind half a minute ago.
Originally, he only wanted to talk to make the atmosphere in the car more comfortable, but after achieving his goal, he didn't care at all what was said.
And now, the words of 'gun barrel' finally attracted his attention again.
"How to say?"
‘Rifling’ spread out his bright silver arm and signaled to the other party to continue.
"We perform escort missions in Japan. As long as there are no witnesses, if someone appears in front of the convoy, sound the whistle first."
"It doesn't take much, just blow the whistle once. If he doesn't get out of the way, just run him over."
‘Rifling’ looked at the black man in surprise.
They drove eye-catching military vehicles to escort the goods and blew their horns several times. This time they drove vehicles with a completely civilian appearance.
Just blow the whistle once?
I know that Japan's garrison has a very reckless attitude, but where is the atmosphere of the garrison abroad that is better?
I just didn't expect them to be so reckless.
"What if he gets out of the way?"
"Get out of the way?" The black man showed his smoky yellow teeth, "Then wait until we pass and shoot him to death with the machine gun on this car! Hahaha!"
‘Rifling’ also seems to have thought of the hypothetical unlucky guy’s stunned expression when his body was torn apart by bullets after giving way.
He also started laughing.
But just when the atmosphere in the carriage was joyful, the observer in the back row suddenly made a sound.
"There's someone ahead."
The motorcade happened to be traveling under a cliff, and the highway was between the coastal beach and the cliff.
The lights of the convoy extended into the deep darkness, and at a distance where the high beams had become somewhat obscured.
A vague tall figure was moving on the road.
"Is that guy taking a walk at this speed? A walk on the beach after the day's news bombardment?"
Isn't he afraid of dragon disease?
‘Rifling’ narrowed his eyes slightly: “‘Barrel’, are there any residential areas nearby?”
It would be too unusual for a figure to pop out so late at night.
"Checking."
Although ‘Barrel’ is very talkative, he can’t be unhappy with how quickly he gets into working mode.
His left hand, which could easily flatten a solid steel pipe, slid over the fragile car display.
Light and precise.
"Don't worry, there is indeed a fishing village nearby, and he should be a resident there. Just in time, now you can apply what I just taught you."
"Ha ha!"
"drop-"
'Rifling' smiled and honked the horn.
"Zi-'Barrel', what happened, why did you whistle?"
"Hey, don't worry about the crosshair. There is a lost lamb on the road. We have to send him to repent before God according to tradition, right?"
"Tch, whatever you want, just don't let his body block the way."
‘Rifling’ heard the team leader’s tacit approval from the intercom and stepped on the accelerator more cheerfully.
The entire convoy seemed not to care what was on the road in front of them, with no signs of stopping or slowing down.
But as the vehicle quickly approached the figure, the high beam also pulled the figure from the dark and unclear boundary into the light.
That's not a "tall man", that's a military green and matte black exoskeleton armor!
The Swordfish Type 1 launched by Shaw Heavy Industries in 2014!
An unshaven old man in his thirties, who looked to be of yellow and white race, was wearing it.
His hair was styled into a wild high ponytail like a samurai rogue.
There seemed to always be a cynical smile on his mouth, and a sword wound passed vertically across his eyes from the left side of his forehead and extended to the left corner of his mouth.
His left hand rested on the technological katana slung around his waist.
Rifling's guess was correct. He was walking toward the convoy with an extremely leisurely attitude.
"Weapon system is online!"
‘Barrel’ shouted and started operating on the car screen.
The other party's exoskeleton is an antique from two years ago.
The backward force feedback control has a maximum output of no more than one and a half tons.
But here and now, a guy wearing military equipment is coming towards the escort convoy. No matter how you think about it, there is no reason to take it lightly!
Along with the sound of mechanical operation, portable rocket launchers appeared on both sides of the ordinary SUV.
There are three rockets on one side, six in total, each with a charge that can blast a 100-square-meter bungalow!
Under computer control, they flew towards the mixed-race man.
Accuracy is not important at this moment. The power of six rockets can bring down a residential building!
‘Gun Barrel’ chewed his cigar and looked disdainfully at the man in front of the road.
What can a mere outdated exoskeleton armor do?
This is the age of prosthetics.
"bass!"
The rocket that rushed straight towards the mixed-race man was smoothly sliced open by the detonator in a shrill blood-red light.
Tiepi fell to both sides of the man with a bang.
As for the deflected rocket, the man didn't even bother to take care of it.
Let them explode beside you.
The surging flames and vibrations seemed to encounter an invisible barrier when approaching the mixed-race man.
A spherical outline is highlighted around the man's body, and no inch is allowed to move forward.
From the beginning to the end, the man's casual steps and leisurely expression did not change at all.
Only the technological samurai sword with a blood-red blade was pulled out from its scabbard and he twirled the sword haphazardly in his hand.
"Zi-'barrel'! What's going on! Why are rockets used!"
"It's a giant beast! 'Sight Star'! It's a giant beast."
"bass-"
The blood-like sword light invades again!
This time it was a horizontal slash!
The cutting of steel and steel, fierce sparks erupted in the collision.
This SUV, which had a strengthened frame and outer shell and weighed at least ten tons, had its roof cut off!
Not only is the cut smooth, the steel of the cut still retains a hot orange-red color.
The color gradually cooled down and faded after more than ten seconds.
In the flash of lightning just now, the 'rifling' had been severed from the chest, and the smelly internal organs and body fluids were flowing on the road.
He didn't even react and used his prosthetic body to block it.
The heavy SUV was split into two pieces, leaning on the road. The following convoy immediately braked and blocked the road.
The two SUVs at the back even had to stop on the beach.
The mixed-race man pressed the handle of the katana with one hand, as casually as if he was holding a glass of water.
But in front of him, using the prosthetic body to block the blade, and being pressed by the force of the blade to the kneeling 'barrel', was not easy at all!
"Oh? The arm material is good, bro."
Even now, this man only thinks that the quality of the prosthetic arm is good, and does not pay attention to the 'barrel' himself at all.
"Son of a bitch!"
Veins popped out on the black man's head and beads of sweat ran down his face.
"Then come and try this 'good' prosthetic body, and see if it can knock your ass out!"
"Chi!"
White steam that distorted the air suddenly emerged from the heat dissipation hole of the prosthetic arm, and the internal mechanical parts began to "knock".
The liquid bottle containing Titan cells is connected to the working program of the prosthetic body.
From this moment on, Titan cells, as part of the working structure of the prosthesis, began to participate in "neural bridging technology."
The bioelectric waves of the giant beasts began to infect human brain waves.
‘Gun Barrel’’s pupils suddenly dilated and he breathed heavily.
[Power of giant beast·40,000 horses]!
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