Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 200 Fighting lovers
"First, fighting, competition."

At the top of the hemispherical fighting arena on the coast of the Violet State, a white-skinned man dressed in cowboys was lying and resting here, and several disheveled women had already fallen asleep beside him from exhaustion.

The women come from different backgrounds, widowed noble ladies, managers of fighting arenas, and ordinary waitresses.

These people usually find it difficult to get along harmoniously because of their different identities, but they have a common identity - they are all loyal spectators of fighting competitions, and they all admire and yearn for the victor's body that is not bad in appearance.

The man dressed in cowboy can choose from those business cards every time he is interested, because after he came to Violet, he has never been defeated in street fights or in the arena. Injured striker holder.

His real name is rarely mentioned, the media touted him as a friend of Hades, and more people, including his registered name in the fighting arena, called him "Magic Bullet Shooter".

The roar of the propellers hovered over the sky, and there were many promotional sheets, many of which fell directly off the coast, soaked in the sea water, and rose and fell with the waves.

A few landed at the top of the fighting arena.

After reading out the words on the flyer in a dull tone, the cowboy blinked and laughed very, very slowly.

"So, there are indeed some people in this place who don't know how to mix in the fighting arena, but they will eventually be involved in a life-threatening duel one day!"

He opened his shirt, sat up, carefully folded the flyer into the shape of a paper airplane, then blew on the tip of the paper airplane, closed his eyes and listened for a few minutes before throwing the paper airplane out.

The paper airplane was flying in the wind, passing hundreds of meters, and when it was about to fall, another gust of wind blew it, rolled up into the sky, and just landed on the propeller of the helicopter.

The edge of the paper cut off the propeller, and the entire helicopter suddenly overturned and fell into the city, exploding a large ball of flames.

The sound of the explosion woke up the woman beside her.

When they looked over sleepily, the magic bullet shooter stood up and blew them a kiss.

"Ladies, I'm going hunting. Only by winning and winning again can I maintain my charm in your eyes."

"Goodbye."

………………

"Goodbye!"

With thin and sunken cheeks, and with his hair brushed back and down to the side of his neck, Mark bid farewell to the leader of the gang who rushed to deliver a letter to him.

The gangs in the Violet State are forces on the bright side. Since street fighting was legalized, they can't even grab the black boxing business from the open fighting arenas built by large groups.

But there is also a gang that lives well because they don't do any other business but one thing.

murder!

The ancient killer profession has a market no matter in any era. Mark’s organization has set up its headquarters here, but its business is not only in the Violet State, so he often has to go out to work, and he doesn’t care much about the current situation when he comes back. Things like people had been rumored some time ago, but he didn't know until today.

Of course, he didn't care about clones at all, he was just inquiring about the whole story of the Violet No.

"What fighting competition..."

Mark laughed at the flyer, and laughed again. The lamps in the whole room shook uneasy, and the display screen on the refrigerator and air conditioner also flickered.

"This should be called a killing contest, and there are such thick prizes, I like it."

Hey! !
All the lamps were turned off, but the light source around Mark stood out.

His bandaged arms leaked an immortal radiance of pure gold.

Those were the arms transplanted to him from the ancient corpse. The owner of the corpse was an iron fist fighter who had shed blood for the United States of Boston in the last century. He was an authentic Bostonian. But according to a few words, It is said that his power comes from the dragon Shou Lao hidden in the Kunlun Mountains.

Mark once went to Kunlun with this power. After searching for a long time, he didn't find any description related to "Shenlong Shoulao" in the local area, but it didn't matter. What he uses can also be supplemented and improved by him.

That brilliance is immortal, but dead silent, noble, but reflects a cruel and greedy face.

………………

The Violet State was not completely plunged into darkness after the night power cut order was implemented.

The hospitals that can gain a foothold in the Violet State are all high-end places that serve fighters. They have another set of power supply facilities independent of the city's power system. After the power cut in the city, there are also lights shining through.

And in some luxurious and high-profile mansions, the nobles can still keep the lights on at home by relying on their own power reserves, and the street lights in the manor illuminate the security guards patrolling back and forth.

However, the power consumption of lights is actually limited. This madman-like indiscriminate night-time power-cutting order has the greatest impact on those large-scale refrigerated warehouses and those research institutes that require multiple devices to operate together.

Among the old aristocrats, the Balotte family didn't even light up a single lamp, and all the electricity stored in the family was given priority to the New Century Machinery Research Institute under the name of their owner.

"Hmm! Cough cough!!"

Sitting in a wheelchair, Patriarch Balotte coughed up a mouthful of phlegm with the help of the servants around him, grabbed the oxygen mask next to him and took a few breaths, which relieved him a little.

His right hand was firmly pressed against the armrest of the wheelchair, holding a bunch of crumpled waste paper in his palm. It can still be seen from the background color and deformed handwriting that it was a promotional sheet for [Violet's First Fighting Competition] one.

The contemporary patriarch of the Barot family can be called a genius. He was able to control the power in his family at a young age, and connected those old nobles who were also in the twilight, firmly occupying their place in Violet. The last few pieces of land in the state.

He is still very young now, but the hateful thing is that his body has stepped into decay ahead of time just like the title of old nobleman.

A congenital genetic defect made this man, who is not yet 30 years old, in a physical condition close to that of a centenarian, with short white hair and dull, skin on his face clinging to his skull without a trace of blood, and his arms looked like Dry branches, surprisingly thin.

For years, he had been trying to find a way to heal himself, but at best he could only delay the progression of the disease.

When Faqi and the others set foot on the Violet State with a different purpose, just because they found out that what they were looking for was related to genetic technology, Barot hit it off with them, and used the old noble's network to help them gather information. .

Now Faqi and the others were beaten to death in the street, but the "hope" of being able to heal themselves has also been exposed.

"The fruit of the gene tree..."

Balotte spoke in the oxygen mask, and a layer of white mist was exhaled from the instrument, "According to the public information on the Internet, the result of your argument is that there is more than 70.00% chance of that thing recovering my health?"

The person in charge of the institute said: "The people here are mainly studying not only machinery but also biology. We can be sure that the information is not fabricated, and the recovery of health is only a conservative estimate."

"If Mr. Baluote can really get that kind of fruit, as long as he only needs one, it is very likely that his physique will be nourished to three stars in a short period of time, and even approach the level of a four-star fighter."

Balot took a quick breath, which sounded like a neighing sound. The surrounding servants and medical experts watched him nervously, fearing that he would go into shock because of his over-excitement.

Fortunately, his mind was firm enough, and even after hearing such news, he quickly calmed down.

Balot lowered his head slightly, his skinny and stained hands tremblingly unfolded the crumpled paper again, but the paper was torn due to trembling hands, and the servant next to him immediately took the paper out of his coat pocket. , took out a folded leaflet, unfolded it and put it in front of Balotte.

After reviewing the information on the leaflet letter by letter, he murmured slightly.

"No matter what the intention is, if you dare to announce such a thing, I will definitely snatch it..."

Balot raised his head and said forcefully, "Let's get started!"

The servant pushed his wheelchair into the depths of the institute, where there was a huge open space.

In the center of the open space, there is a black curtain and slender steel cables, which jointly fix a huge object with a height of more than nine meters.

The staff of the research institute were loosening the steel cables, and the curtain was hoisted by the iron hooks installed on the ceiling, and slowly pulled aside, revealing the true appearance of the thing below.

That is a tall humanoid machine!
It can be said to be ferocious or mighty, with two feet standing firmly, and the armor on the chest is carved into an exaggerated ghost face in the style of Fuso Shinto, with glaring fangs and protruding sharp horns, modeled on the ten fingers of human beings. Armored hands, tightly holding an iron rod at a slant, and two tattered flags on the back, with thick ink and colorful, murderous Chinese characters - "Onimusuto".

This is an antique excavated from the precious metal mine of the Barot family many years ago. According to surveys, this mecha has been buried there for more than 200 years.

In the cognition of ordinary people, the technology 200 years ago was still at the level of matchlock guns. It was simply a fantasy to be able to manufacture such weird mechs in that era.

But on the dark side of the world, there are more comprehensive records of history on those secret websites, and Balotte naturally knows that since the twelfth century, some advanced technological items have often popped up inexplicably around the world.

For example, the famous supercomputer "Wulin" in the ancient country of Donghua was actually excavated from the ancient tomb of a Song Dynasty martial arts leader at the earliest time.

Balotte wasn't too surprised by the discovery of the antique mecha, but after his team conducted a detailed inspection, he immediately decided to properly repair the mecha and make it his ace fighting method.

Because this mecha is really suitable for him.

As the researchers were busy, the head of the evil spirit on the mecha was opened, revealing the cab inside.

Balot was sent into the driver's cab, and a metal patch was attached to his head to connect his brain consciousness directly with the mech. When the evil spirit's head was closed, gentle light waves rippled back and forth in the confined space, and Balot's Limbs feel rare relaxation and stretching.

This Onimusujin mecha has a medical system inside. The driver does not need a wide range of physical movements in the medical system. As long as the brain is active, the mecha can be driven to make extremely flexible fighting postures.

The Balotte family also paid a sky-high fee to let the team in their research institute make multiple modifications on the basis of the original medical system, so that this treatment light wave can reduce the therapeutic effect without pain. Gradually stack up.

Although there is no way to cure the natural genetic defect, as time goes by, the driver's brain state will become more and more active, climbing to the peak state in his life.

The forces of the old nobles are doing their best to search for the locations of the 36 bases, and Balotte will start to enter the state of preparation for war from now on.

It may be ten hours, twenty hours, sixty hours, or it may be at the next moment. He wants to ensure that when the news comes, he is already in the best fighting posture.

"Hurry up, hurry up, my subordinates, the subordinates of other nobles, or those fighters wandering around the city, no matter who they are..."

Balotte's brain has gradually been able to feel the 360-degree surroundings of the Onimusu mecha without any dead angle. This feeling is extremely wonderful to him. The hands and feet of the mecha seem to have become his hands and feet. Powerful, so strong.

"Touch the target base quickly, and use your fighting voices to point me in the right direction!!"

The eyes of the evil mechanical ghost lit up red, frantic and eager.

In the other corner of the city, there was another noble person holding a frenzied mood similar to Balot's.

But Baluote was out of excitement, anticipation, and impatience, while this person was out of resentment, annoyance, and dared not speak out.

"How did this happen? How did this happen? Why did they..."

Brad sat on the sofa with his head in his hands, clenching his teeth several times because of his anger. At this moment, his gums were showing signs of bleeding, and his mouth was scarlet.

No matter what the outcome of the Violet State incident this time, at least his political lifespan is over.

It was absolutely impossible for him to express any order in the previous news broadcast, but when Owen asked him to do so, he was powerless to refuse.

Brad has known for a long time that he is the one who is at a disadvantage in the relationship between Owen and him, but it was not until these two days that he deeply realized how low and low this so-called "disadvantage" is. mean.

The two most powerful bodyguards around him actually became the two knives that remotely controlled and threatened him at the critical moment. When he was lucky enough to inform the other people in the Violet State government of those orders, he thought that those who had previously At least a few people who flaunt their wisdom and understanding will jump out to stop them.

Unexpectedly, under the temptation of financial resources, they knelt down like the most obedient dogs and passed these orders unanimously.

Anyway, Brad is the only one who bears the brunt of the blame in the end.

"father!"

The door of the room was pushed open, and Brad's daughter ran in, with light eye shadow, long blond hair, and a short skirt with the name of her group tattooed on it.

Usually in the idol group, the eldest lady who sells the sexiness on the dignified back makes a willful complaint, "Why don't those people allow me to go out, I am the governor's family, their attitude is so bad, they don't even have a smile .”

"Father, you should fire them and replace them with another group of people. I have an appointment with Judy and the others, and we are going to play competitive speedboats at sea today."

Brad held his head and said dully, "Go out."

The blond girl said: "I want to go out, but they won't let me out, I'll call them here, you can tell them yourself..."

"go out!!!"

Brad angrily grabbed the ashtray and threw it at it.

Missed.

His daughter has also done some fighting training, and she is strong and able to easily dodge this kind of throwing object by dodging subconsciously, but she was obviously a little frightened by Brad's tantrum.

Seeing her bewildered look, Brad became even angrier, turned his head around to search for something, suddenly picked up the phone on the table, and rushed towards his daughter viciously.

"I can't cure them, can't I cure you?"

Such a vigorous swing, as if Brad's fighting ability, which had been slack since he became the governor, has been fully stimulated, regardless of the person standing in front of him, it is the best way he usually uses to create a good father image tool.

This blow brought out a huge wind noise, to the extent that it could smash people to death.

But his blow froze in mid-air.

The ice blocks that appeared out of nowhere covered his arms and froze his limbs.

The panic-stricken eldest lady couldn't understand all this, she took two steps back, and felt a hand supporting her shoulder.

She turned her head to look over, and standing behind her was a girl whose face was so delicate that she couldn't help feeling that God was eccentric.

Dark blue uniform, smooth silver-gray hair, although expressionless, but inexplicably makes people feel cute, innocent, and friendly, almost making the young lady ignore the other party's height, and is slightly taller than herself.

"You, you are..."

The silver-gray-haired girl didn't answer her long-awaited question, but turned her gaze to Brad, and said in a clear and childish voice: "You actually have murderous intentions towards your own daughter, the scum of domestic violence."

Brad watched in horror as the frost spread from his limbs to his torso.

"Xiaorou, wait!!"

A muscular young man wearing the same dark blue uniform appeared in the room, blocking the silver-gray girl's sight, and said, "He can't turn into a vegetable yet, you should wait until we finish asking."

Another stern man with hair covering his left eye appeared outside the door holding a knife: "It's not too late to kill after asking."

The robust young man sighed helplessly, turned around to face Brad, and patted him on the shoulder.

The chill on Brad's body immediately eased, the phone dropped to the ground, he staggered two steps back, and pointed at these people with trembling arms: "You...you are from Donghua in this uniform, why are you here? "

The robust young man maintained a standard smile showing eight white teeth, and said: "Mr. Brad, please pay attention to your words. Red Star War Beast is an international organization, and it is never selfish. Our members come from all over the world. It is also a responsibility to investigate supernatural disasters around the world, regardless of natural disasters or man-made disasters, this is a right recognized and endowed by the international community and the people of the world."

He kept smiling, and moved a little closer, forcing Brad to step back again and again, "You abused your power and violated the law knowingly. Be careful where you die, no one will pursue it, and it will never be regarded as our dereliction of duty."

Brad's throat choked, thinking that they could appear here directly, those bodyguards must have been dealt with, and his momentum weakened before he knew it, and he said with a dry smile: "Sir must be joking...Actually, I was Coercion! If you need anything, I will definitely cooperate and fully cooperate."

"The attitude is good, then your matter can be discussed later."

The robust young man said, "Let me introduce myself, Di Shaolong, this is our captain Xu Xiaorou, and that is Fang Ping."

"We were just following the traces of a transnational robber who stole important cultural relics and hurt many employees of our branch. When we came here, we didn't expect that the communication equipment would be disturbed after we got close to the Violet State. After a little inquiring, it seems that something happened here. Unbelievable thing."

"Please introduce in as much detail as possible the main cause of this recent situation and... the leader!"

(End of this chapter)