I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 303 Small Scenes

Hashim was dragged into the cell, and he was still on the ground, facing down, he felt like his nose was broken, but this is nothing compared to the pain in other parts of his body, isn't it? He has fallen to such a point, what else can he pray for?

"New here?" An equally weak voice came from not far away, and Hashim realized that he still had a cellmate.

"It seems that you have a lot of background, and they treated your injuries." The owner of the voice walked to him with stumbling steps, stretched out his hand and pulled him up from the ground.

"Muhammad Nasser, just call me Nasser." The wrinkled hand, and the vicissitudes of the gray beard that has not been groomed for a long time make him much older than his actual age: "It is 2052 outside, Is it still in 2053? I was in a trance for a while, and lost the time, and there has been no newcomer here for a long time."

Hearing the old man's words, Hashim was in despair. He smiled wryly and replied, "It's 2057 now, old man, and you are missing four years."

"2057. I'm already 67 years old." The old man sat beside Hashem in a lonely way: "I almost forgot why I was locked up here, what about you? I found out that those bastard royals were building an undead army here." secret?"

"What undead army?" Hashim found a comfortable position so that his bones would not hurt so much.

Although the metahuman healers had put all his broken bones back together, he could still feel phantom pain, the brain's instinctive response to painful stimuli.

"You don't know about the Undead Army?" The old prisoner named Nasser laughed, "Then you must know something else that you shouldn't know."

"It sounds very evil. I guess the undead army you are talking about should be superhuman?" Hashim rested his head on the ground, letting the cold stone slab cool down his still restless brain: "Superhuman is not rare now, I see something worse."

"What could be worse than those bastards ruling this land forever!" Nasser asked angrily, "They want to be the eternal king of gods! They will enslave us forever!"

Nasser wanted to say something, but the explosion sound from outside made the expressions of the two prisoners brighten.

"This bull nose, shadow!" Martin lay on the porthole against the turbulent airflow and looked out the window. All three missiles were fired at a distance of a hundred meters from the plane.

Shadow reloaded the bullet calmly, with a hint of pride in the corner of his mouth. He had just completed three anti-missiles with a sniper rifle, and the interception rate was [-]%. He had enough pride.

"Don't blow him! Blow me!" Ethan yelled with a displeased expression on his head: "Radar identification, signal locking, and trajectory prediction are all done by me. He just shoots and follows the mobile phone. What's the difference between targets!"

Of course, as a price, there were three washbasin-sized holes in the fuselage of the C-130, and the entire plane was shaking violently.

The pilot controlled the flight path with veins on his face, gritted his teeth and did not dodge, and broke into the air defense circle of the Rust Prison. Obviously, he has put life and death aside, and I don't know how Mikkelsen trained this group of temporary work.

Fortunately, Shadow and Ethan are both superhumans now, not to mention their respective abilities, at least they have greatly improved their response range.

The two of them tried this kind of cooperation as early as the mission to hijack the Moonlight Gold, this time it was just an all-round upgrade, and both of them had confidence in the part they were responsible for.

In fact, it was true. Nearly [-] missiles in three or four consecutive waves were all intercepted by the shadow without exception. The entire cabin seemed to be strafed by anti-aircraft guns, with bullet holes everywhere.

But this old plane managed it anyway. Although it had to stumble, the main mechanism and power system were unscathed, and it would not be a problem to fly another few hundred kilometers.

It's just that as they get closer and closer to Rust Prison, new threats emerge.

Aliya cut off the defense system of the prison, but after all, this is the place where the Dusk Clan raises soldiers, and there are many superhumans here
Twelve superhumans with wings on their backs charged briefly on the special starting platform, jumped out facing the cliff, drew a downward curve in the air, and then soared into the air under the blowing of the mountain wind.

Compared with the alloy angels killed by Tang Ji in Paris, these superhumans with wings on their backs are thinner. In order to reduce weight, they don't even have basic protective equipment, and some only have short-handled carbines in their hands.

But this supernatural ability potion called [Eagle Wing] is the second most greedy blood potion bought by the Dusk Clan from the pioneers.

What they were thinking about was what kind of ostentation they should enjoy after the war, and these angel-like superhumans were undoubtedly the best attendants and servants.

Of course, this does not mean that these 'angels' are not qualified soldiers. The quality of individual soldiers in the Persian region has always been well-known. After all, they have been bathed in the flames of war for several generations, and fighting has become their instinct.

The 'Angels' swarmed over. Their flying speed was so fast that the decelerated C-130 couldn't get rid of these pursuers. The two most daring ones even threw themselves on the glass of the cockpit, pointing their guns at it. Glass fires.

The other 'angels' each picked up the holes made by the shadows, and shot indiscriminately with submachine guns.

The team members, who are used to seeing big scenes, will no longer be surprised by this scene that obviously does not conform to the mode of modern warfare.

Martin erected his steel shield in an orderly manner, and stopped in front of Ethan, Miwako and Anthony, covering the weakest part of the team.

Tony, who played superbly with a shotgun, snaked around on the bumpy deck, and used a shotgun to disembowel the 'angels'.

As for the rest of them, they are all superhumans, and the battle between superhumans is all about ability, reaction speed and physical strength, and Tang Ji's team members obviously don't need him to deal with these small characters in person.

But as more 'angels' took off, enveloping the aircraft like butterflies discovering flowers, their original airborne tactics were declared bankrupt.

No one wants to bet on the chance of being intercepted by these birdmen before landing, so.
"Open the hatch, and crash this plane into the prison for me!" Tang Ji gave the pilot a new order. This pilot is obviously the type who is not afraid of death, so he doesn't need to save him.

The pilot looked at the spider-web-like bulletproof glass in front of him, set up the navigation data according to the new command and entered the autopilot, then raised his hands and recited the scriptures, leaving the rest of the work to God to complete.

After all, those winged enemies outside the window had already exceeded his mental capacity. For a while, he didn't even know whether he should be shocked that he was fighting against a god, or should he be shocked first that the 'angel' also used a submachine gun
With the opening of the hatch, more than a dozen 'angels' swarmed up and got in through the gap of the hatch, like irrational zombies.

Soult was like a whirlwind, representing the fury and showing the team's demeanor, stirring up blood and rain.

The few fish that slipped through the net were beaten on the ground by the saint, a decathlon amateur. Tang Ji flattened the face of an unlucky "angel" with an iron fist, and the gray-black flame ignited the feathers on the wings.

He looked at the height of the plane above the ground and calculated the time.

At this time, as the plane smashed directly towards the main building of the prison with a breath of destruction, more prison guards rushed to the square, and the prisoners knocked on the door amidst explosions and the roar of the plane. participate.

Nasser was one of them. As if he had been infused with new youth, he knocked on the iron door with his thin palms, even if his skin and flesh were cracked and blood flowed horizontally.

Only then did Hashim feel a trace of popularity from his fellow inmates. He wanted to get up and join Nasser, but the various types of inhibitors and sedatives in his body made all his efforts turn into a lazy yawn, and he just fell asleep. past.

Before going to bed, he felt like an earthquake in the whole prison, the ground and walls shook violently, but he was too sleepy and just wanted to sleep
Tang Ji and the team members stood in the middle of the square, their faces were a little pale, and waves of dizziness came out of their minds, as if they wanted to knock him down, but Tang Ji unceremoniously suppressed these feelings, now is not the time.

Just before jumping off the plane, he used [Reinforcement] ability to strengthen the entire plane, and at this time the plane was heading towards a pile of cement missiles into the prison building.

This is the first time he [reinforced] such a big thing. Tang Ji felt a little bit of the pain that Lao Wang faced, but the effect was outstanding.

Those prison guards forgot to attack this group of intruders who suddenly appeared for a moment. They looked back at the half-collapsed prison building with dull eyes.

Martin pulled the bolt of the gun and began to shoot unceremoniously, breaking the temporary silence.

No wonder they were unprepared. When they jumped off the plane, Sirte seized the opportunity and took everyone out of the plane. He even had time to drag the entire crew out together. Now he is looking at each other with a gun, as if Can't believe I'm still alive.

Although there are hundreds of defenders on the opposite side, and most of them seem to be superhumans. Some people still stand tall even after being shot several times, but the whole team has no fear, and they spread out in an orderly manner, heading towards the entrance of the nearest building. rushed in.

After all, this is where it is. If they are more serious, they may not even have a chance to shoot. Among them, Sirte worked hard.

He didn't seize the opportunity to show his face the first two times, which almost became Surte's heart disease. In this mission, a layer of heavy body armor was worn outside the dragon scale armor. The whole person was a little bloated, but the speed was still so fast.

As the assaulters, Tony and the saints hadn't had time to break through the door, but Soult slammed his head against the door, rushed in against the door, and used the door as a shield to slam several guards against the wall, unable to buckle the buttons .

When Tang Ji and the others walked in, there was no need to shoot. Soult left nine alive, but four of them accidentally tore off the opponent's fingers or palms when they disarmed.

"Have you ever seen this man!" Tang Ji asked directly in front of his face with a photo of Hashim, regardless of whether he could understand his words.

Bah!
Tang Ji got a negative answer, and the prelude expressed his disappointment for him, which also made the second prisoner who was questioned show extreme fear, but unfortunately he had never seen the person in the photo.

Bah!
The third person who was questioned had a distorted expression, suddenly pointed at a fat man among the captives, and chattered a lot.

There are many small languages ​​in the Persian region. Anthony shook his head to indicate that he did not understand, while Aliya said that he needed some time to learn.

Fortunately, the pilot took a cautious step forward and translated Tang Ji's words: "He said he was an officer and he knew everything."

The designated officer had an ugly face, but he stood up bravely, looked at Tang Ji with a loyal and unyielding expression, and said something loudly.

"He said dirty words." The pilot translated succinctly.

Bah!
Tang Ji gave the officer a ride. In fact, he doesn't have high requirements for his tongue, as long as he has a good cooperative attitude.

There are so many superhumans in this place, obviously it's not just as simple as a prison. Since Tang Ji came, he didn't plan to leave so easily.

Under the protection of the guards, Ibrahim hastily entered the secret passage to leave Rust Prison, but the accompanying guards walked tens of meters ahead, and returned with a heavy face, shaking their heads.

The secret passage has already collapsed, and the plane that crashed before caused a large-scale vibration here, and many places collapsed.

Rust Prison was originally built on a cliff. If you don’t take the empty road, there is only one way in and out. The secret road was dug more than a century ago, and it has been in disrepair for a long time. This collapse is really normal.

For a long time, Rust Prison has been a stronghold of the Old Ones. There are about two hundred superhumans gathered here, and the potions used are bought by the Old Ones in exchange for real money.

Because they have been isolated from the mainstream society for many years and have no stable trade channels with the outside world, the pioneers borrowed the layout of the wave of superhumans that swept the world from Byrons Pharmaceuticals, which did not affect much of the Persian region. The number of superhumans here is significantly lower than other outside areas.

The Elderly Clan are very satisfied with this status quo, they tout the theory of bloodlines, and this status quo is obviously convenient for them to continue to dominate.

So they've been secretly hoarding metahuman soldiers loyal to them, and the same is true of the family behind Ibrahim, who is half the master of Rust Prison.

At this time, the owner was trapped in the prison. Ibrahim was like an ant on a hot pot. All external communication methods in the prison had been cut off, and he could not even send out a distress signal.

What made him even more dizzy was the group of people who were bloodbathing the guards on the first floor. Ibrahim didn't know the others, but Tang Ji's face was so recognizable.

The entire group of naturalized people he fought alone shunned and let the descendants constantly modify their plans. On the list of people Ibrahim least wanted to face, Tang Ji ranked first.

But why is he in this backwater prison?What, or who attracted him?Me?

Ibrahim glanced suspiciously at the personal servants and guards around him, and began to calculate how many bargaining chips he could sell in order to survive
(End of this chapter)