Situ Jie raised one hand high in the air, with a smile on his face, very confident.
The soldiers lined up beside them, the repaired armored vehicles, the latest intelligent robots loaded in the vehicles, and the biochemical alloy bear from the Red Umbrella Company...
All kinds of specially developed steel monsters, coupled with his extraordinary abilities at level 4, all formed a belief.
The advantage is mine. No matter whether I am a dragon or a tiger, I will take care of them all and accept the review honestly.
"In order to better respond to possible riots in restricted areas, we have brought new technology called City Shield."
"But you destroyed it. Today is the first day of the latest trial operation of the city shield!!!"
"This loss is worth over a billion federal dollars at least."
After a brief pause, Situ Jie held his head high and chest, and his lungs pressed out a flood of momentum, which rushed down his throat and rushed out of his throat:
"You, can you afford to pay for it?!"
After the words fell to the ground, without waiting for a response, he suddenly lowered his raised arm.
The Federal Army Group strictly follows orders and faithfully implements instructions from superiors.
The armored vehicle has already set up a huge cannon, and the ferocious muzzle roars like thunder, and spherical energy light balls streak across the parabola.
In mid-air, hundreds of energy light balls were densely packed, like rain falling.
A smile appeared on Situ Jie's lips. He had no intention of letting the people in the car come out to answer.
The people in Black Front Alley were really reticent in the past, but now the time has come!
Situ Jie came all the way from a forbidden place tens of thousands of miles away, not to faithfully carry out Lao Shizi's orders.
From beginning to end, he had only one purpose - revenge.
Situ Jie always remembers that he was in the limelight at that time, with extraordinary talent and outstanding talents. He originally made a marriage contract with the Su family's daughter, the banished immortal.
Even if it was just a child marriage arranged by the heads of two old families back then, the world could only praise it.
Su Qinjue lives up to her reputation as a female immortal. She is the most outstanding woman in the entire federation. In terms of martial arts, her extraordinary strength is not inferior to that of men. Her essays, wisdom and strategies are comparable to those of a demon.
The old head of the Situ family even privately praised Su Qinjue as a rare and virtuous wife in the world.
Situ Jie still remembers the sentiments of his old master:
"Whoever gets this girl as his wife, what can't be accomplished in the world?!"
Every time he thought of this sentence, what also came to his mind was that when Su Qinjue was kidnapped to Black Front Lane, Ye Zhen subdued him with just one move, holding him by the neck like a chicken, and then walked away.
go.
He did not show the joy of being a successful person, nor the joy of being loved. Ye Zhen's expression at that time was expressionless, and that poker face still remains in his memory.
When it comes to love, Situ Jie asks himself that he has not reached the point where he would not marry anyone other than Su Qinjue. What he hates is Ye Zhen's understatement of crushing her and his own weakness and incompetence.
Boom boom boom boom~~~~~
The energy light balls exploded one after another, and Situ Jie's expression became serious, except for the joy hidden in his eyes.
Ye Zhen, let you taste the feeling of loss first!
Each energy light ball is the ultimate compression of electrical energy, releasing high-voltage electricity and terrifying heat energy in an instant.
So many of them exploded at the same time, creating a dazzling light.
According to calculations, a strong person at level 4 would not be able to resist head-on, and would at least end up in a miserable situation of being seriously injured and fainting.
"Boss, something's not right. The jeep hasn't exploded yet."
A report from his subordinate came through the wireless headset. Situ Jie suddenly took off his beret, revealing his scalp covered with scars and drill holes.
His head moved from side to side, and his neck made a clicking sound. He smiled and said: "It's not surprising. After all, they are important members of Black Front Alley. They must have some special life-saving means."
Raising his right hand again and slamming it down, Situ Jie ordered: "Second round of bombardment, unlimited and unlimited, continuous free attacks for 20 seconds."
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...
The sound of the artillery became more intensive, and the blazing white light formed by the explosion was like a flat sun. The ground shook continuously, and visible or invisible energy ripples swept through the surroundings.
Blades of grass, flowers, dust, and cement should have been annihilated or vaporized.
However, the explosion of the energy light ball was limited to a specific range, and the fluctuations of the explosion did not cause any damage to the surroundings.
The jeep was so stable that even the three people on the roof were sitting firmly without any intention of moving their buttocks.
Looking carefully, Situ Jie found a hand sticking out of the rear window of the jeep. It was an ordinary old man's hand, with neither calluses from day and night practice nor any abnormality of being smooth and white.
The veins of the old man's hands are slightly exposed, the skin tone is slightly darker, and the backs of the palms are undulating with wrinkles, telling the story of the years that its owner has gone through.
The violent explosion of the energy light ball continued, but the photoelectric heat released became smaller and smaller, with a radius of less than 10 centimeters.
Sitting on the roof of the car, Wang Jun could see more clearly than Situ Jing.
Mr. Sun was indeed the strongest in the world. He stretched out his right hand to grasp the void, and a small black sphere condensed in his palm.
That thing is like a black hole, easily swallowing up the huge amount of energy released by the explosion of the energy light ball.
Collect! Collect! Collect!
The little sun rising from the flat ground gradually becomes smaller until its radius is less than the size of a palm.
"Young people are so angry." Sun Lutang opened the car door and casually threw out the small black ball in his palm.
Situ Jie looked horrified and hurriedly shouted: "Attention all units, take emergency refuge, activate protection..."
Before he finished speaking, a huge roar rippled out.
Buzz~~~~~~~~~~~~
Situ Jie's mind went blank, and the buzzing of electronic devices could be heard in his ears.
After a long time, he came back to his senses and looked around, and found that he had fallen to the ground, his limbs were sore and weak, an armored vehicle fell beside him, flames were burning, and countless soldiers were lying or lying down, and they kept wailing with injuries from their mouths.
Touching his chest, Situ Jie confirmed that he was alive.
"You are not a qualified commander." Sun Lutang's voice condensed into a line, crossing the charred ground and reaching Situ Jie's ears.
Situ Jing was startled in vain. He stood up in a hurry, pulled out the dagger and pistol that were handy, and looked left and right.
Eventually, he found the location of the jeep.
An old man wearing coarse linen clothes, large trousers and flip-flops walked slowly towards him.
He has fair hair, a boyish face, a chest-length white beard, and a kind smile on his face.
The eyelids were uncontrollably beating continuously, as if there were prairie dogs that liked to poke their heads inside.
A ridiculous thought flashed through Situ Jie's heart - it shouldn't be!!!
Recognizing who it was, he was heartbroken. He raised his hand and pressed the call button on the wireless headset, and said in a heavy voice:
"We are facing the God of War—Sun Lutang."
After two seconds of silence, he continued with a slight tremor in his voice: "All personnel obey the order, give up fighting, and stand by where they are."
The soldiers were as silent as death. They were all ambitious people, eager to become strong, and they naturally knew the reputation of the number one man in the Federation today.
The only lv5 who is not named as a demigod, a legendary strongman who can reach the gods through martial arts, making every extraordinary person in the federation chase the peak of hopelessness.
God of War! Sun Lutang, Mr. Sun.
The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and the unreasonable and terrifying strength displayed in front of everyone.
"It's not bad. You have to assess the situation and face the strong man who can't resist. You don't have any psychological burden. You don't drag these soldiers to die with you."
Sun Lutang opened his lips and teeth lightly, and his voice spread to the ears of everyone present.
Terrifying power of control... Situ Jie coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked sharply at the palm of Sun Lutang's right hand, where dozens of small black spots appeared.
Isn’t that all that was thrown out just now?!
This has already reduced one-tenth of the combat effectiveness.
Judging from the calm and calm look on his face, I'm afraid he hasn't used even 30% of his true abilities.
The God of War is worthy of being the God of War! Do not insult him lightly! Do not speculate on him!
Situ Jian looked bitter and bowed slightly, saying, "I am responsible for what happened this time. If Mr. Sun wants to kill or behead him, I just rely on his orders."
Sun Lutang took a step forward, lowered his heels, and stood two meters in front of Situ Jiu.
"If I hadn't been here for the two attacks just now, I'm afraid no one in the car would have survived, right?"
Situ Jie replied: "Yes."
Sun Lutang closed the palm of his right hand and easily crushed the small black hole in his palm.
Those things that look like black holes are actually just a way to use Qi. Experts in martial arts and spirituality can not only produce the most powerful destructive power, but also know how to neutralize it.
The energy generated by the explosion is actually a type of force, and Sun Lutang's energy can also capture it and eliminate it easily.
The changes in this move are similar to the rotation of yin and yang in Tai Chi.
Phew~~puff~~puff~~puff~~puff~~
The small black holes were annihilated one after another, and the huge energy turned into nothingness, but there was no way to leave any scars on Sun Lutang's palm.
Situ Jie took a deep breath, hanging between his heart and lungs, not daring to go up or down.
At this time, Sun Lutang took two steps forward, turned his right hand, and pressed Situ Jie's shoulder with his palm.
The old man speaks in a friendly manner, just like an old man playing chess on the street joking with an old neighbor: "Did you know that there is my grandson in the car?"
The cold wind blew into his heart, bringing with it a deep chill, and Situ Jie fell into silence.
Sun Lutang said calmly: "We'll talk about it after we think about it."
Situ Jie lowered his hands to his sides, mustering up the courage to fight to the death, but his courage quickly dissipated, and he once again felt his own powerlessness.
Weak, weak, still too weak, too weak!!!
His hands were clenched into fists, with the joints turning white. The cleanly cut nails dug deeply into the flesh of the palms, scratching the skin and crushing the capillaries, leaving wounds marked by the nails.
Blood seeped into the fingers, dripping onto the ground, breaking into eight petals.
Situ Jie had beads of sweat on his forehead, and finally answered with two words: "I know."
"Young man, you are an open-minded person." Sun Lutang patted Situ Jie's right shoulder.
Immediately afterwards, the old man walked over with flip-flops on his back.
The soldiers on both sides hurriedly gave way and stayed away from Sun Lutang.
After walking for several steps, Sun Lutang stood still. Situ Jie looked nervous, and the soldiers' hands holding their guns couldn't stop shaking.
"What are you waiting for? Bring the car over!" Sun Lutang curled his lips and muttered: "I don't know how to feel sorry for the old man. Our old arms and legs need to be taken good care of."
Uh-huh~~Uh-huh~~
The jeep restarted and chased behind Sun Lutang.
Sun Lutang tapped his feet lightly on the ground, jumped onto the roof of the car, turned his head and said with a smile: "Girl, give me a seat."
"Yes!" Bai Yanmiao's voice was full of respect, and she patted the roof of the car with her palm. She used the force to turn over and get through the window of the right rear door.
Watching the jeep go away, Situ Jie gasped loudly:
"Breathe~~~~~~~~~~~Breathe~~~~~~~~~"
"I, I survived? Mr. Sun actually didn't kill me?"
The next second, severe pain came, and Situ Jie's face was as white as a sheet of paper and he lowered his head to look.
His right arm was hanging limply, and there was only one feeling in his shoulder, upper arm, elbow, forearm, wrist, palm, and fingers - pain!
If someone used X-rays, they would find that the bones of this arm were shattered into debris, like tofu after being ground, completely useless.
"Is this the price?!" Situ Jie murmured and quickly called the team doctor, "Help me perform an operation to replace this arm."
The doctor wears a white coat with a work badge on his chest, and the red and white umbrella logo is particularly conspicuous.
She is not a traditional doctor, but comes from a special department of the Red Umbrella Company.
The woman wears gold-rimmed eyes, has a sweet smile, and speaks politely:
"You are a lv4 transcendent. The strength of your arm itself exceeds that of most man-made alloys. If you use an old mechanical prosthesis, it may not be ideal. I wonder if you need to try the latest biochemical technology?"
Gritting his teeth, Situ Jie said ferociously: "Can you make me stronger?"
"Of course." The female doctor nodded slightly.
Situ Jidao: "If you want to give, you must give me the best. Money is not an issue."
On the highway, the jeep headed towards District 7.
Sun Lutang sat cross-legged on the roof of the car, winking at Wang Jun.
"How about the pretense I just put on... ahem, the show of holiness in front of people just now was not bad, was it?"
Wang Jun nodded and said: "It's so-so, I can only say it's okay."
"Ah? Isn't this cool enough?" Sun Lutang's left eyebrow squeezed his right eyebrow, making his old face look a little childish.
Wang Jun smiled and said, "I think that with your senior status, you don't have to talk to the minions. You shouldn't get out of the car at all. Just snap your fingers and deal with them. Sister Feng Xiao can just drive directly into the city."
"But doesn't this mean I'm changing my clothes at night for someone to see?" Sun Lutang said.
Wang Jun shrugged, "Old man, don't forget, the era we live in is the information age, and all image data will be recorded."
This sentence suddenly woke up the dreamer. Sun Lutang blinked his eyes and whispered: "It seems so."
"Old man, it's actually been a long time since you..." Wang Jun didn't say a word, raised his eyebrows and gave a look.
"Yeah, it's been too long." Sun Lutang pursed his lips and chuckled. His strength had been suppressed to less than 30% for many years, and he often had to worry about physical injuries, but he didn't dare to die.
It's not because of some bullshit current situation, nor is it because I want to single-handedly suppress the many ambitious people inside and outside the Federation.
Simply because his only relative has not yet fully fledged.
Sun Buwu is the only bloodline of the Sun family.
As a lv3 person with the ability to compete with lv4 people, he is indeed worthy of being called a genius.
However, the bad thing is that his surname is Sun, Sun Lutang's grandson.
How did a great generation of martial gods rise, how did they practice, and how did they embark on a path of martial arts and spirituality that was completely different from that of most extraordinary beings.
There are too many questions, which arouse the curiosity of the world, especially other demigods.
If the Martial God Sun Lutang is still alive, everything is easy to say, but if the Martial God is dead, Sun Buwu is just a child guarding the treasure mountain in the eyes of many lv5 demigods, who can be manipulated at will.
Feng Ya folded her hands together and held down the hem of her skirt. Her face looked honest and well-behaved, but her heart was filled with an explosion-like shock.
Mr. Sun is a mighty martial artist. How dare this ordinary-looking man be so casual?
The conversation between Wang Jun and Sun Lutang was very ordinary, but the attitude between them was cordial and friendly that the elderly and people separated by one or two generations did not have.
Feng Ya observed his words and expressions, and clearly felt that Sun Lutang treated Wang Jun as an equal.
The throat drops slightly, and curiosity fills the lake in the heart, just like the fish's favorite bait is thrown into the clear water pool, and every bubble that rises is the restlessness of the fish.
He, he, who is he? Why can't he have a more beautiful face? What a pity... Feng Ya couldn't help but look at Wang Jun.
Sun Lutang suddenly said: "Little friend Wang Jun, since you are staying with me and are about to enter the city, there is no need to continue talking to me with this face that no one knows."
Pointing his finger at his face and drawing circles, Sun Lutang smiled and said: "You have such a handsome face, wouldn't it be a waste of the talent God gave you if you cover it up?"
The face is very handsome... Feng Ya grasps the key words, and it is like hearing the sound of nature.
Her two bright eyes stared at Wang Jun's face for a moment, and there were tears of disappointment at the corners of her mouth hidden under the mask.