Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 183 Pale Martial Artist
In the apartment of the decapitated master, the medical team wearing masks is urgently rescuing him, and various instruments are connected to him.

At the same time, a young man with red hair and brown eyes, breathing very lightly, was calmly wiping the blood on the severed master's body with a cotton cloth.

He mainly wiped off the blood stains on the arms of the decapitated master carefully, while the blood stains in other places were not dealt with, leaving it to the medical team to take care of.

The blood-stained cotton cloth was sealed in a plastic bag. After the red-haired youth wiped his hands, he exited the busy living room, walked into the study, and locked the door behind him.

The curtains in the study room were drawn all the time, and the environment was dark. The red-haired young man came to the bookshelf next to the wall familiarly, and stretched out his right index finger to press on one of the tiles.

After waiting for ten seconds, the tile that looked normal was suddenly dented a little inward, and a thin layer of blue light swept from the upper edge of the tile to the lower edge, reading the fingerprint of the red-haired young man. The floor was suddenly empty.

The figure of the red-haired youth fell down, the floor turned over, the tiles rebounded, and everything in the study returned to its original state.

The secret passage under the study room is a curved corridor, like a slide, the body of the red-haired young man slides in the passage with the acceleration brought by gravity, and when it reaches the end of the passage, a faint light lights up in front of it.

The red-haired young man straightened his back just right, stood upright, walked out, and took a few steps at a slight speed according to the inertia.

The faint light was shining from the top of the head, everything in the dark passage was gray and white, and the ceiling here was already more than ten meters above the ground.

The places where the secret passage passes correspond to the green belts, roads, gardens, and some public facilities on the surface. They are surrounded by noisy sounds during the day and night. Even if there is an explosion in the secret passage, people on the surface may not be there. will feel.

However, at this moment, Guan Luoyang, who was strolling leisurely outside Master's apartment, suddenly changed direction.

The trajectory he walked while dragging the suitcase coincided with the underground path of the red-haired youth.

Ever since the severed master was sent in, Guan Luoyang sensed to pay attention to everything that happened in the apartment, although this sense ability was not so clear that he could even describe the faces and expressions of everyone in the apartment.

But when the owner was seriously injured, someone suddenly walked down the secret passage, such an obvious abnormality could not escape Guan Luoyang's eyes and ears.

While tracking down the anomalous person, Guan Luoyang took out his mobile phone and inquired about the past of the decapitated master.

The general search software's introduction to Master Guillotine was lacklustre. After thinking about it, he landed on the secret website link pushed to him by Cupronickel before.

The introduction here is relatively more detailed. It is mentioned that when Master Guillotine was young, he used to be a mercenary in the European battlefield. is active.

What he studied was Renyueliu karate. This genre is represented by "Renyuequanshen". From the beginning of the last century to the present, there have been four-star fighters with close to double digits, and their reputation is not small.

There is a record with pictures and texts about every competition Master Decapitated participated in in Violet State. There were also several defeats.

Guan Luoyang checked the life of the heavy gunner again, and muttered a few words in a low voice: "Obviously there should be more stories than the heavy gunner..."

He had followed the man half a block to the edge of Goldfinch Island.

As the most affluent area in the entire Violet State, on the edge of the island, except for a few piers and bridges left on purpose, there are concrete embankments and metal guardrails in other places.

On the inner side of the embankment, there is a large grass field, and several couples are sitting in the grass field, chatting with the sea breeze.

One of them, a blond boy with freckles, suddenly jumped up, shouted into the waves, and made love to his girlfriend by calling out the lengthy full names of the sons and daughters of Boston aristocrats.

His yelling sound coincided with the electronic sound in the base ten meters underground.

"Attention! The abnormal behavior is found approaching, and the surveillance is being checked."

The red-haired young man stood in front of a pure metal lift gate, and saw that the screen at the upper right corner of the gate was divided into many images, which were the surveillance images of each section of the road.

These images pieced together where Guan Luoyang walked, and the trajectory completely coincided with the trajectory of the red-haired youth underground.

In the end, the entire screen was merged into Guan Luoyang's enlarged avatar.

"Alert! After calculation, there is a 90.00% probability that the target person is following deliberately. It is inferred that the existence of Laboratory No. [-] has been discovered."

The red-haired young man was surprised but not panicked, and shouted to the screen: "Call all the defense personnel, let me go in and help transfer the data immediately!"

The metal door was upgraded rapidly, and electronic sounds kept coming.

"Defense facilities activated."

Bang! ! !
The red-haired young man looked back, and at about 20 meters behind him, the ceiling of the dark passage was drooping downwards.

The severely deformed gray-white metal baffle soon cracked under the force of the second downward pressure, and the crushed concrete above and the wet black soil mixed and scattered.

The sun shines through, accompanied by a figure with black hair and brown eyes, wearing a windbreaker.

"Ordinary road monitoring is not threatening and would not arouse my vigilance, but your management system can actually synthesize these data in real time and deduce my intentions. The technological means are really interesting."

Guan Luoyang smiled at the red-haired young man, "Having such authority, but still being so sneaky makes me even more curious."

TA TA TA TA TA TA! ! ! !
In one second, half a second, or even less, many holes on the walls on both sides spewed out tongues of fire at the same time.

Regarding Guan Luoyang's arrival, there was no hesitation or questioning at all, and he aimed directly at shooting. A large number of bullets poured out, bounced and collided repeatedly, making the entire passageway full of metal storms in the blink of an eye. the dead zone.

But the so-called death territory also depends on what kind of target it is targeting.

For the current Guan Luoyang, in the face of such a scene, all he needed to do was use up his protective zhenqi, and by the way, pull the windbreaker behind him to cover his head and face.

The fighting life fibers in the divine clothing hardened by themselves, and all the bullets hitting it turned into thin copper sheets while shooting sparks.

The red-haired young man rolled on the spot, fled behind the metal door, retreated three steps in a row, knelt on one knee, and cut the floor with one blow through his hands.

With a toothsome metal creak, he ripped off half of the floorboard, revealing the red button underneath.

The figure under the cover of the beige windbreaker took two easy steps in the metal storm, and just crossed this distance. One of his hands stuck out, holding the metal door, and resisting the rotation of the motor. The great force of the gears' meshing lifted the metal lifting door.

The red-haired young man hit the red button, and a laser shot obliquely, burning a hole in the ground below the metal door.

But Guan Luoyang was no longer where he was, his figure flickered, he grabbed the red-haired young man by the shoulders, and lifted him up.

True Qi penetrated through the body, blocking many acupuncture points of the red-haired young man.

Guan Luoyang held the man in his right hand and turned to look into the room.

There are many unidentified instruments placed in the room, which seem to be roughly divided into four materials: transparent glass, high-strength white plastic, ceramics, and silver-white metal.

Tubes made of glass are connected in series. Inside several suspended spheres, most of the blue liquid is filled, and blue smoke is constantly emitting, which is led to a deeper room by those glass tubes.

Before Guan Luoyang could walk over, several bald figures in tights jumped out of the deeper room one after another.

They have different skin colors, different appearances, and different body shapes, but their actions all reveal the fierce temperament of karate masters.

The bald head with pale complexion and fleshy face at the front was like a bear's palm, like a big knife, like a spear. The air in front of him was thundered by him, and he stabbed Guan Luoyang's chest.

The more people flow, the more they do karate, and the thunder and thunder are all in one hand!
Just looking at the skill of this move, it is almost no worse than Master Guillotine.

Guan Luoyang was hit in the chest, and his forward steps came to a halt.

The rest of the people seized this opportunity, leaped towards him, all over the front and back of his body, left and right sides, all with their crotches apart, their knees far apart, and with wide open and closed forces, they put their fists together Blast out.

The more people flow karate, the more hands break the iron!

More than a dozen fists hit various parts of Guan Luoyang's body, but they soon realized that something was wrong.

Not to mention hitting the torso, their fists didn't even touch that layer of clothing. In front of each fist, there was a pure blue brilliance like steel and jade, solidified and hindered.

"Exactly the same style of play, exactly the same killing intent."

Guan Luoyang's protective zhenqi suddenly shook, and everyone around him was knocked out.

The bald man who was the first to attack him received the most ferocious counterattack, his finger bones creaked, his wrists, elbows, shoulders, and bones collided, and he almost shot backwards.

His body raised his left leg while moving his right shoulder back.

The kick with variable speed and direction seemed to be aimed at the side of Guan Luoyang's knee, but the real killing power was to attack Guan Luoyang's kidney with the toe after changing direction.

It's a pity that as soon as he lifted his foot, Guan Luoyang stepped on the back of his foot and stomped down with his right foot, pulling his whole body back.

"what!!"

The bald man was originally taller than Guan Luoyang, but when he was pulled in front of Guan Luoyang under the severe pain in his hands and feet, he seemed to be much shorter and thinner than Guan Luoyang who was exuding blue arrogance.

"It looks like a high fighting spirit, but it's actually like a severed head master..."

"There is no story in your boxing."

As such words spread, the cyan afterimage moved horizontally, swam around at a very high speed, and restrained all the people around.

Electronic alarms sounded repeatedly, but when Guan Luoyang found something that looked like a computer center, and slapped it with an electric light, the sharp sound of the alarm stopped abruptly.

In fact, the reason why Guan Luoyang paid so much attention to the situation of the decapitated master and followed him directly was also because when he felt the final blow in the fighting arena by "listening silently to the world of mortals", he noticed something very discordant.

At that moment, the decapitated master and the heavy gunner were extremely emotional, focused and vigorous, devoted themselves to the battle, and played their most advanced moves.

Anyone who watched that battle, or even monitored it with mental abilities, would only be impressed by the firmness of the fighting spirit of the two.

But Guan Luoyang's silent listening to the world of mortals is a more mysterious spiritual power. When those two people's emotions are so strong, what he can "hear" is not only the current state of the two people, but also the vague Feel the stories of their past.

The story of the heavy gunner is tortuous, intense, and even cruel, like a high-pitched melody blended with blood red, darkness, golden yellow and a little warm yellow.

Theoretically, the decapitated master, who is more experienced than the heavy gunner, older than him, and has more combat experience than him, presents a dull and monotonous syllable at that moment.

In contrast to the heavy gunner, the past of the decapitated master seems to be blurred and distorted. The colorful and ups and downs of his life recorded on the website are also covered with a thick layer of paleness.

Guan Luoyang's feeling at the time was as if he saw a colleague who was trying his best to show courage, ambition, blood and enthusiasm, and make a decisive battle full of joy and vigor with the opponent who seemed to be on the same level.

In the end, he discovered that all his hard work was only aimed at a dummy, an opponent whose appearance was like blazing real steel, but which was filled with paleness and ruins.

This kind of fighting competition is simply an insult to fighting and the word "martial arts".

How could this not make Guan Luoyang, who came to this city specially to look for "combat", feel a little irritated? !
After finishing off these people, Guan Luoyang dragged the red-haired young man to a deeper room, where there was no movement of the enemy, but there were many slow heartbeats.

Light blue smoke diffused against the floor, and Guan Luoyang stepped into this colder and cleaner place.

Twenty or thirty glass cabins reaching the ceiling stand here, some of which are filled with blue liquid, and some of them are wrapped, connected, and soaked in the blue liquid by tubes of some teenagers. Even the human body of childhood.

Their heartbeats are so alive, but the appearance suspended there is like many blank dead corpses.

There are also different labels affixed to the glass windows, and some labels have colored photos of adults wearing different costumes, with features from all over the world.

On one of the controlled glass cabins, the photo looked familiar. Guan Luoyang took a closer look. It was the heavy gunner who should still be lying in the emergency room.

Although I lack a deep understanding of technology, this kind of scene, as long as I think about it a little, there are only a few possibilities.

Guan Luoyang threw the red-haired young man on the ground and looked down at him.

"Oh, clones?"

(End of this chapter)