The paper-cut ran all the way into the swamp jungle. His fat body looked even more sluggish. Damn it, Zhixing Academy, the speeding car was completely banned. He forced his way into the system and shut down the engine immediately. He was also chased by the school security.
He had trouble along the way.
It turned out that he rushed to Haitian Yundu for rescue and had already entered the elevator, but when he got the news that Ronan was flying towards Zhixing Academy on a fish, he could only turn around and chase him again.
I finally made it to the jungle on the north coast, but the red alert was activated all the way, and it plummeted to the normal alert level, which meant that the emergency was over. I came here just to do some cleaning up work.
But it seems to be very difficult to clean...
When the paper cut entered the forest, he grinned. It was really a mess here. Birds and beasts were running around in confusion, and feces and urine were everywhere. Especially the tragic smell of death that hit his face almost made him stumble. It was not very realistic to see in the dark, but
Based on the current situation, the corpses of birds and animals everywhere would probably make several nearby ecological research institutes cry to death.
But all of them are nothing compared to the big flying fish that is flying in the sky above the jungle, spitting out water, which makes people more shocked and confused.
"Deformed devil fish..."
The paper-cutting thing was aware of it. When it was first moved to the Haitian Yundu Crystal Pillar, he even went to see it. But no one told him that this thing could also be used as a fire helicopter.
He raised his neck and saw that his eyes hurt.
"Look at the road, we're going to hit a tree!"
The cold and sarcastic voice rang in his ears, startling Paper Cut. Fortunately, he quickly distinguished the other party's voice, especially the red jacket, which was extremely eye-catching in the dark.
"Red Fox, you are here."
"Five minutes ahead of you."
Paper-cut sighed: "You're just trying to catch my tail, I'm wasting my trip... Is there anything else you need help with?"
"Help? Yes, put out the fire! But do you have the lung capacity of that fish?"
"Uh, I mean..."
The face of the red fox can't be seen clearly in the dark, but the mockery is very obvious, and this is his usual style:
"As for the group of people in the investigation team, they were clowns and their corpses were lying on the ground. They were just about to be wiped out in ashes. Now that the past has passed, what else can we do besides shouting long live for that mountain? By the way, the private interview record of the pretending emperor in disguise is back again
It was replayed on Xiawei Channel 3, have you watched it?"
"..." Paper Cut finally discovered that this new friend had emotional problems.
The two of them were just acquaintances before the Frost River Reality incident, but they stood on the same position many times during that operation, and they always became familiar with each other no matter whether they were right or wrong. After drinking wine twice more, they became really familiar with each other.
A friendship was established.
Paper-cutting knew that Red Fox had a stubborn temper and was extreme in his views. The more he suppressed it, the worse it got. So he touched his forehead and smiled, wiping the sweat from his hands: "What did Boss Luo do again? A bunch of people rushed there in a hurry."
Come here, it’s all about taking care of the funeral...Hey, look at my mouth."
He patted his mouth lightly and wanted to say more, but he heard the red fox sneer: "It's true that he is taking care of the funeral."
As he spoke, Red Fox raised his chin and motioned the paper cutter to look aside.
Paper-cut had actually seen a corpse over there. Based on real-time intelligence, he could also deduce that it was the tank. He was a member of the Accident Investigation Team of the General Association and a well-known martial artist. There are hundreds of thousands of people with abilities in the world, and he can make a name for himself.
, he would not be an ordinary person. But now, this famous figure died in the swamp and jungle, which is sad...
"Holy shit, who is this!" If I really looked carefully, I could see that the paper-cut forehead was numb all the way up. I knew rationally that this must be a tank, but the sight that caught my eye was so shocking.
He grinned, not knowing what expression to put on: "This...is this a tank?"
It can be known from real-time intelligence that the tank is a stout man with strong physical skills and particularly outstanding frontal defense capabilities. It is said that when prepared, it can withstand three consecutive strikes from a 12.7 mm caliber heavy sniper rifle.
However, what the hell is this pile of fat, rotten dead meat?
What I saw when I cut the paper was a super fat man whose tonnage was two or three times greater than his own. All the muscles on his swollen face were twisted, and he was a pile of dead flesh.
There were broken bones, many of which had pierced the flesh layer, leaving the bones exposed.
It looks like this. All I have to do is prepare a big pot and cook it... Even if it doesn't take dozens of hours of torture, it won't be like this!
The red fox walked over slowly, carrying a branch in his hand, and poked it under the dead body's shoulder: "Here, when I escaped from Lake City, I gave him a blow in the wilderness."
Papercut turned his head in surprise.
The red fox didn't react at all to the sight of the paper-cut, and kept poking it with the branch: "Originally, this blow was aimed at the back of the heart, but he turned around quickly, and I hit it from the front, breaking the dagger.
Then he punched Lao Wu in the head..."
The paper-cutting mouth hesitated for a moment, and finally interjected: "For that matter in Lake City, you will always send someone personally?"
"It's this person, but not this identity. At that time, he was just the guardian saint of that small sect. Who knows when he joined the association... There is a 'stamping mark' on my dagger, and it will sense it from a distance of five kilometers.
You can keep it for up to ten years, it won’t go wrong.”
Red Fox whispered more and more, but the darkness did not block his cold smile: "I originally wanted to seize the opportunity and strike again from here, but now it seems that the difficulty has been reduced a lot..."
He didn't know when he took out a dark dagger from his other hand, pointed it downwards, loosened his fingers, and the dagger fell straight down, right into the swollen and soft dead flesh of the corpse, and it was submerged to the handle.
For a moment, Paper Cut thought it was Red Fox who was responsible for killing the tank to vent his anger, but after thinking about it again, he knew something was wrong. Then he saw that Red Fox was in a low mood, and wanted to say something comforting, but didn't know where to start, so in the end he could only
Asked in a low voice:
"Did Boss Luo do it?"
"snort."
"How did you do it? I heard from the secretary that it seemed like infrasound waves..."
"That's what I told her. The corpses of the birds and beasts next to you all died in this way, and even I almost died."
"Ah?" Paper Cut then realized that the red fox's face was not very healthy, it was bluish white and hard. It turned out to be internal injuries.
Red Fox didn't care. He picked up the dagger again and put it in its sheath. It was said to be a directional infrasonic weapon, but no matter how directional it was, it was still a large-scale attack. After discovering the true identity of the tank, he was driven by hatred and wanted to get closer.
He was given a severe blow, and even if he managed to hold on to the infrasound damage and hide in the dark, he deserved to be affected.
But it was a mistake after all...
Paper-cut had some vague guesses, but it was hard to explain this kind of thing openly. He could only scratch his head and pointed at the swollen body of the tank: "Is this guy also the infrasonic?"
Red Fox shrugged: "God knows."
The paper-cut could not be solved, so he could only take a few photos and record the video for files. At this time, he had confirmed that the red fox would rather huddle in the forest and enjoy the cold wind than meet Ronan, because he felt guilty again.
Farewell. If you don't say anything about this kind of thing, just force it.
He cheered: "It doesn't matter what he did, it's fine. Anyway, people are there. If you don't understand something, just ask. By the way, are you sure it's fine? I'm half his master now.
Do you want him to apologize to you?"
"roll!"
The red fox threw his hands and wanted to leave, but was dragged by the paper cutter: "No, I heard that boy made himself suffer from tuberculosis and seven injuries again, and he was almost blind. I don't know anything about emergency treatment of injuries. Don't you know?
Help, I can only use paper ash to paste it."
"Go away and mind my business."
"Let's go, let's go... Hey, that devil fish doesn't eat people, does it?"
"Who knows? Would you like to give me an infrasonic wave?"
"I'll wipe it!"
The two people pushed and pulled, but finally went in the direction of the gear. When they entered the gear, the manta ray in the sky did not eat them, nor did it send infrasound waves. They turned a blind eye to it. They just sucked water from the small lake next to the gear over and over again, and dissolved it.
A water cannon was used to smash into the fire point upstairs.
The so-called water cannon is a real water cannon. The special effects of the manta ray's mouth and gills condense a large amount of lake water into a very solid large water polo, which is smashed in through the gap in the window. It is fast and accurate, and has a fire-extinguishing effect.
First class.
The paper-cut was amazed at the same time, and his head hurt: "This guy has become a sperm...isn't he too high-profile? If he is really photographed, the Internet will explode!"
Red Fox didn't say anything and stepped inside the gear first.
At this time, the various floors were tossed back and forth by the power of water and fire. They were in a mess and very bleak. Several multi-functional robots were seen on the road, which seemed to have the ability to put out fires, but they were all smashed. It was obviously the work of tanks.
.
However, the fate of the instigator was ten times more miserable than those of these robots.
"Nanzi, where are you?" No one answered the paper-cut greeting twice. It was very strange and even more worrying. Something could happen again, right?
"Underground." The red fox led the way, taking the paper-cuts through the fire escape without any hesitation.
"You... cough, the structure here is quite unique. I heard that his mother designed and built it. It's a pity."
Paper Cut abruptly changed half of his words, but he didn't say anything in the end. Obviously, Red Fox must have followed Ronan all the way afterwards, and only returned to the forest after confirming his whereabouts.
It can be seen from the paper cutting that night in Frost River Reality that after the red fox solved the misunderstanding about Ronan, he became very interested in Ronan again, maybe a little jealous, but more of a kind of envy and substitution.
Maybe he was thinking, if Hucheng was replaced by Xiacheng...
Unfortunately, there are no ifs in everything.
Red Fox and Paper Cut walked all the way to the central control room and saw the same mess. When the tank was doing damage, the first thing to be damaged was the central system.
"It's so thorough and careless."
Paper Cut sighed. He taught Ronan here a few times. While chatting, he heard Ronan say that there was a very strict security system here, but Ronan didn't like it very much. After settling in the gear
, the system is closed, and the remaining access control methods are like a thin layer of paper, ineffective in front of unscrupulous professional saboteurs like tanks.
The red fox was thinking about another thing: "Where are the people?"
He had just quietly followed Ronan, watching him stay in the central control room and trying to restore system operation through bracelet authorization. He couldn't get away for a while, so he left with peace of mind.
But now, the central control room is empty.
Ronan was gone, and so was the Snake Whisper who was imprisoned by Ronan.