Surte has not registered any of Laozi's superhuman registration bill, and the government has no plans to register in this area.
He had grown up in this desolate land since he was a child and had never seen the prosperity and glory of the past. Soult could not understand why those old people missed the past. He liked the life he lived now.
Even before becoming a superhuman, Surte was a warrior who came and went like the wind. He was the youngest hound knight in the Skull and Bones Party. He knew what he wanted from an early age, and you had to be unafraid of getting your hands dirty and fighting with others.
It can be as small as a piece of bread, a piece of soap, as large as a Hound Rider's motorcycle, or a charging station that can recharge it. No matter what you want, you have to find its original owner first.
Until one day, Surte woke up from a dreamless night and found that he had become different. He had become more powerful than before. If he concentrated, everything around him would slow down.
Soult can easily pull a car, run while carrying his own motorcycle, and can even see moving bullets when he gets excited.
Once, he used his dagger to deflect a bullet that was shot at him. From then on, the people in the Skull and Bones Party looked at him like they were looking at some kind of god from a fairy tale.
But Soult did not lose himself. He knew from the radio that there were many people like him in the world. During the Skeleton Party's robbery operations, he also encountered several similar people, but they were all too weak.
Sirte was wearing a body armor that was one size too big. He stood in the middle of the road and looked at the convoy approaching in the distance. This body armor was stolen by him during a robbery.
Although it didn't fit well, Soult knew that he was not always sure to dodge incoming bullets, and the body armor could save his life.
He stared at the convoy in the distance, with a slight smile on his lips. He knew that this would be another good harvest. The leader allowed him to be the vanguard and tacitly allowed him to take the bulk of the spoils.
Soult heard that the convoy was transporting drugs or addictive compounds. He was not interested in that stuff, but he wanted to grab a good gun. He had seen the convoy's security shooting hound knight before, and he was sure that those people had good guns.
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"Is that a person?" Anthony was a little doubtful of his own eyes. He had participated in several hunts of superhumans, but these superhumans always brought him surprises.
A superhuman who was thrown from a slingshot and still had the strength to drag the wreckage of a car looked like he was not easy to deal with.
"You drive!" Tang Ji let go of the steering wheel, folded the seat back all the way, and rolled into the rear space in an awkward posture. For an armed man wearing a heavy body armor, this was definitely a difficult move.
Anthony turned sideways and stabilized the steering wheel, and then took over Tang Ji's vacant seat. Looking at the roadblock getting closer and closer, he still maintained the speed of the car.
Tang Ji didn't order to slow down, so he didn't slow down, even if he bumped into a roadblock. When fighting, you have to trust your commander, even if he is a fool, it is better than everyone having their own ideas.
Fortunately, Tang Ji was not a fool. He stuck himself out of the skylight, carrying a square rocket launcher in his hand. This was the barrier breaker-20 produced by the Orsis Group of the Russian Federation.
That's right, Lao Maozi calls this thing a barrier breaker, and it has formed a mature series. This thing uses unique magnetic hanging technology inside. In theory, it can launch anything with a diameter of 80MM.
Of course, the company's first product is its self-developed and produced 80MM series of bullets, which have everything from solid door-breaking bullets to cloud burst bullets at affordable prices. Unfortunately, they are illegal weapons in various countries.
This low-tech weapon was kindly provided by Martin. Out of some ulterior hobby, Martin submitted the bill for this weapon to the LS Road Group for reimbursement.
"I hope you can use it as well as the advertisement said." Tang Ji patted the barrier breaker, loaded a high-explosive bomb into it, took a rough look and pulled the trigger.
The recoil was accompanied by a low sound of breaking through the air. The rocket ejected about four meters outward under the electromagnetic push before suddenly starting up and accelerating forward with a dazzling light!
The distance of four hundred meters passed by in an instant due to the push of propellant, and the warhead exploded the moment it touched the wreckage of the car.
The huge power directly exploded the car wreckage, whose main structure had been destroyed long ago, into pieces and scattered all over the sky.
The moment Sirte saw the rocket, he ran out in advance. His instinct told him that the subsequent explosion would be dangerous.
In fact, this was indeed the case. The fragments of the high-explosive bomb itself mixed with the iron rain formed by the shattered car wreckage, instantly turning the fifty-meter area around the roadblock into a dead zone.
A few Skeleton Gang gunmen who were not far enough away did not even smell the smell of death and passed away.
Soult was too lazy to look back at the casualties behind him. Although he was only sixteen years old, he was already used to death and killing. He grew up relying on this.
He quickly approached Tang Ji's leading car with the speed of a galloping horse, and the submachine gun in his hand started spraying bullets only when he was close to thirty meters away.
When Soult became serious, he could see his bullets being splashed out of the muzzle one by one. The enemies he encountered in the past had no time to react at this distance and closed their eyes.
But this time it was obviously different. When Soult saw the man leaning out from the roof of the car, he reached out to cover his face and throat as if he had expected it, and then let the bullet hit him.
Surte could even see the bullet hitting the man's metal arm, being compressed from the cone shape into a pancake shape, and then scattered and cracked. The bullets fired at other locations did not cause any better damage. The opponent's equipment made him almost immune.
Lower caliber weapons.
He saw the security guard let go and dropped the rocket launcher, and at an "extremely fast" speed, he pulled out a shining silver revolver from his waist and aimed it at him.
During this process, Soult had approached the car he was in from thirty meters away and grabbed the door handle in the driver's direction.
He had enough strength to pull down the door of a Mercedes-Benz car, and the old guy in charge of driving didn't even realize that the enemy was next to him!
But although the security guard's speed was slow, his prediction was accurate enough, and the scary large-caliber revolver kept moving slowly with his figure.
Soult was confused. He didn't know how the other party did it, but the gun did pose a threat to him. If he stayed at the car door long enough, the other party's aiming line would 'catch up' with him!
He hesitated for a moment, and before the other party really aimed at him, he let go of his hand, accelerated past the off-road vehicle, and then caught up with him from the other side.
No matter how fast the opponent reacts, it will always take time to turn around, and this time is enough for Surte to kill them twice!
Surta grabbed the door handle of the rear seat on the passenger side and pulled hard, destroying the self-locking structure of the door with brute force. Then he threw a grenade into the car, rolled over the bridge, and hung himself with his arm strength.
Under the fence.
He didn't want to appear so relaxed. He had never been in bullet time for so long before. This was the name he gave to this state, because in this state, his speed and reaction were almost as fast as bullets.
It was the security guard who brought him enough pressure. Surte felt a stream of heat flowing through his nose, and every muscle in his body was forcing him to exit this state.
If there was a mirror, Surte would find that his whole body seemed to have been steamed, and his skin had turned red.
With the bang, Soult wiped his nosebleed and laughed. Now it was time for him to receive his spoils.
All this was long enough for Soult, but for Tangji, it only happened within a few seconds.
After he fired the rocket, he vaguely saw a figure rushing towards him. Tang Ji realized that something was wrong. He almost didn't waste any time and directly abandoned the obstacle breaker that he had just accomplished. He took out the gun with his right hand and used it with his left and right hands.
Instinct is in front of you.
The continuous collision and impact of bullets made Tang Ji realize that he had been shot, but he didn't even have time to find the gunman's position. He only knew that the gunman was very close to him.
In the flash of lightning, Tang Ji pointed the muzzle of his gun in the direction where the enemy had fired, and followed the movement of the blurry figure. He swore that this was definitely his fastest aiming speed, but the enemy still disappeared.
Tang Ji heard the sound of the car door being pulled open, but he had no time to turn around. A clear and familiar sound of metal collision prevented him from giving a warning. He retracted into the car and groped randomly on the ground.
It's a grenade! Damn it!
Tang Ji might have had time to jump out of the car just now, but Anthony was dead. He didn't even have time to regret before he made the opposite decision.
His iron hand touched the grenade rolling left and right under the seat, and then he suddenly exerted force and punched through the nearby car body, boom!
It was too late to let go. At this moment, Tang Ji could only hope that his prosthetic limb was strong enough, the body of the car was strong enough, and Anthony's driving skills were experienced enough.
Violent vibrations were passed along the prosthetic limb to Tang Ji, and the part where the metal and flesh were connected felt as if someone had torn it apart.
The left rear wheel of the off-road vehicle suddenly bounced up, as if an invisible giant hit the off-road vehicle from this direction. The brake system made a piercing scream, and then it suddenly swung its head and hit the bridge fence.
The blown wheels tore themselves apart in just a few turns, and the wheel hubs rubbed against the ground except for sparks. Fortunately, at the last moment, Anthony stepped on the brakes and stopped the car.
The airbag that deployed quickly pinned Anthony to the seat, and then quickly deflated, giving the driver a chance to save himself.
Anthony didn't realize what was happening from beginning to end. He thought he had hit a landmine and immediately wanted to get out of the car to check Tangji's condition.
As a result, when he got out of the car, a boy who looked like he was underage came from nowhere and put a submachine gun on his exposed chin: "Don't move, or I'll blow your head off. I'm very scared."
Love your helmet, body armor, and shoes, I don't want them to get dirty."
Anthony saw Tang Ji's prosthetic leg stretched out of the car. He stood there and said calmly to the boy: "I want to check the injuries of my teammates now. I can access the weapons, but I can't leave him alone. I want to start moving now.
If you want to shoot me, that's your right."
After the old military doctor finished speaking, he neatly threw away his gun, opened the shattered rear door, and saw Tang Ji lying on the back seat not knowing whether he was alive or dead, with blood everywhere.
When he dragged Tang Ji out of the car, Saint and Martin had already parked the car twenty meters away, and the remaining gunmen from the Skull and Bones Party also surrounded them from both sides of the bridge.
The saint looked at Anthony who was pointed at the gun and Tang Ji who didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He pulled the gun bolt and wanted to rush forward, but was held back by Ethan.
"Don't be impulsive, your head won't die that easily." Ethan held a pistol, hesitated and threw it back into the carriage. He was not a combatant, and in this situation, a pistol couldn't change the situation.
As the truck driven by Martin shook, Martin, wearing an exoskeleton and a flat-end heavy machine gun, stepped out of the carriage and sprayed bullets at the hound riders and gunners at the rear, suppressing these chickens and dogs 200 meters away.
"What's going on? What's wrong with your head?" Martin's pilgrim shouted. Wearing heavy equipment, he couldn't turn back.
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What happened to his head? Tang Ji didn’t know what happened to him. He woke up when Anthony dragged him out of the car. However, the shock from the prosthetic limb made him weak now. At the same time, the connection with the prosthetic limb was also weakened.
was cut off.
If his prosthetic limb was just an ordinary RHZ-III enhanced prosthetic limb, it would have been impossible to survive the previous explosion, but now his prosthetic limb seems to be unscathed.
I just can't feel it...
Tang Ji opened his eyes and watched Anthony inject him with several injections of medicine of different colors, while intentionally or unintentionally showing Tang Ji his dagger.
Power flowed through Tang Ji's body again, and the previous pain in his body also dissipated under the influence of the medicine, but he still couldn't feel the presence of the prosthetic limb.
But it doesn't matter. Although he is missing an arm, Tang Ji has never regarded himself as a disabled person.
He had spotted the same boy with his peripheral vision, and he was now sure that the boy was the superhuman who threw the grenade at his car.
The remaining nosebleeds on the opponent's face and the still flushed complexion made Tang Ji slightly relieved. At least the opponent did not have unlimited use of his abilities.
What is this, a speedster? This is the first time Tang Ji has encountered this type of enemy. When the opponent's movement speed is greater than your reaction speed, you have no room to fight back.
He couldn't let those players get this ability. Tang Ji's eyes were sharp. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was attracted by Martin's equipment, he reached out and took out Anthony's dagger, and threw himself at the young man.
He only has one chance, and he hopes the other party is still in the 'cooling down period'...
The next second, Tang Ji suddenly felt like he was pushed from behind. Because his prosthetic limb fell off, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
When he turned around, the young man was holding Anthony's dagger and looking at him with a sneer.