Fist Godzilla

Chapter 184 Escort and blocking the way (for subscription)
The strong old man went down the mountain with his fists clenched.

He will use his fist to open a path to heaven for the two disciples.

Bai Tangjing stood on the mountain watching his back as he left.

From [Ning]'s perspective, behind the old man, there are two phantoms of human figures that are two heads taller than him.

A streak of red, full of anger and knotted muscles.

A blue, strong body, calm temperament.

The shape occasionally collapses in the moving parts, but the most fundamental momentum has already solidified.

This is about to be completed soon!
"Say something about 'young people's blood boiling'."

Bai Tangjing's eyes did not move, and the corners of his mouth curled up in anticipation.

"You old bone, now you can use this [hair] to break the limit of [-] horses if you want to?"

Based on boxing skills, [Hum General's Seance] and [Ha General's Seance] are made into Nian Beasts, and these two techniques are closely related to Takemoto Jiu'an.

It is absolutely impossible to just add two helpers, it might not work.
"Is it the way to transform into three cleans in one breath?"

Baitang mirror murmured.

Everyone is getting more and more interesting.

At this moment, the cell phone in Bai Tangjing's windbreaker pocket rang.

It's Saeko's phone number.

"Didn't it mean to take a walk? You still need to make a phone call for a distance of several hundred kilometers?"

Bai Tangjing looked at the phone screen, and answered the call.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

".After such a short period of time, the main city of the bed has fallen? The effect of the mad dragon virus is not that good, is it the crystal of the mad dragon? I have never heard of this thing."

"No, don't bring it back yet. I don't know if the mad dragon virus condensed into crystals has any new features. I will go and see for myself."

"And the crystals... No matter how you think about it, it can't be something that ocean currents or monsoons can bring."

"Maybe we can catch the poisoner's tail. Dare to do this under my nose. Hey, it's really interesting."

Immediately, Baitang mirror flew towards the main city of the bed.

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Late at night, on Kyushu Island, Japan, on an empty coastal highway.

The tragedy of the main city was reported by emergency news during the day.

Rao is the nerve of the Japanese who has seen many big scenes, and was shocked by the tragedy of the mad dragon virus.

The entire crowd of Kyushu Island desperately wanted to evacuate inland with their families.

So now, whether it's air lines or land transportation lines, they are full like they are about to explode.

The coastal roads and sea transportation are completely lonely.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

A series of seven vehicles were driving on the dark road with the sound of the wind breaking rapidly.

Three trucks are in the center, with two large SUVs in the front and rear.

All seven cars look unremarkable in appearance.

They are all models that you can usually see on the street.

But when turning and decelerating occasionally, the huge inertia that cannot be concealed highlights their differences.

That all shows that the skeleton, shell and so on of these vehicles have all been specially modified.

Under their unremarkable shells, they are at least twice as heavy as normal models.

The vehicle was driving on the winding coastal road, and the high beams emitted were like a sharp sword piercing the darkness.

"Zi-'barrel' routinely reports to 'sight', there is no abnormality ahead."

"'Sight Sight' received it, stay alert, and continue to report after [-] minutes."

"clear."

The 'barrel' sitting in the lead SUV is a black man in camouflage combat uniform.

He put down the radio and put the cigar in his left hand to his mouth.

This action is very skilled, and it is also very common for old smokers.

The only difference is: his left hand, holding the cigar, shone with a cold and hard texture of metal under the lights inside the car.

The few people in the car didn't care about this strangeness at all.

Because so are they.

The white man driving was also wearing a camouflage combat uniform. In order to ease the boredom of driving late at night, he began to speak.

"Guys, Zhuzhushi's fucking Japanese is really tricky. Does the situation in that place have something to do with the accident last night?"

"Accidents? Don't be silly, 'rifling'. You know what we're transporting. The bigwigs above won't allow any accidents to happen on this kind of mission."

After taking a deep puff of the cigar, the black lightly took the cigar out of his mouth with his prosthetic arm, and sprayed a smoke ring at his partner.

"Last night, someone was playing tricks! And if he comes again today, I will use this hand—Caracalla (sound of mechanical operation)—to crush his head!"

'Rifle', who was in charge of driving, curled his lips, and waved his bright silver right hand in the air.

"Hey! If you want to smoke, turn on the air purification system! OK? What the hell!"

"Haha, don't worry about it. You have to understand how touching it is for a terminal lung cancer patient to experience the refreshment of a cigar after a year, buddy!"

"Sir, we have said enough, please be vigilant."

The cold words interrupted the conversation and laughter of the two people in the front row.

It was two white men sitting in the back seat of the SUV.

Unlike the front row who casually wore camouflage combat uniforms, they were meticulously dressed in black suits and black gloves, with no skin exposed except their heads and faces.

Even in the dimly lit compartment, they insisted on tying their ties to a suffocating degree and wearing dark glasses.

"Don't be so stern, buddy! You're just here to collect the usage data of the prosthetic body. You don't have to worry about how we work, and you can't control it. Or is it that the peak technology has added more in your head to let you work hard? A surveillance device?"

'Rifling' glanced at the black suit in the rearview mirror.

The words of the 'gun barrel' are not unreasonable. The two observers sent by Peak Technology to follow the mission all the way were nailed to the brow bone near the temple by a steel nail.

Although it would look really cool on an ordinary young man,
But as soon as he thought of the identity of the other party, and the miniaturized peak technology logo on the nail.

It always makes them doubt whether these people still have free will.

The observer stopped speaking, as if he was really convinced by the 'barrel'.

And the black man holding a cigar with a prosthetic body also gave full play to his racial talent at this time.

While his words are eloquent, there is actually a certain rhythm of their own.

"Don't care who is eyeing this batch of goods, as long as it is not a giant beast, it doesn't matter in front of this prosthetic arm! I can kill a special team with my bare hands!"

". Having said that, those giant monsters have no way to know the existence of this batch of goods. They are completely locked in an information cocoon now! Thinking about it this way, they seem to be nothing special."

".'Rifle', you haven't been stationed in Japan, have you? Let me teach you how we should perform our mission here."

In fact, 'rifling' hadn't put the word 'barrel' in his mind half a minute ago.

Originally, he was looking for trouble to make the atmosphere in the car more comfortable, but he didn't care what he said after the goal was achieved.

And now, the words of 'barrel' finally caught his attention again.

"How to say?"

'Rifling' spread out that bright silver arm, signaling to the other party to continue.

"We are carrying out the escort mission in Japan. As long as there are no witnesses, if someone appears in front of the convoy, please honk the horn first."

"It doesn't take much, just honk once. If he doesn't get out of the way, just run over."

'Rifling' looked at the black man with some surprise.

They escorted their cargo in eye-catching military vehicles, honking their horns several times.This time, he drove a car with a completely civilian appearance.

Honk just once?
I know that the atmosphere of stationing troops in Japan is very reckless, but where is the atmosphere of stationing troops abroad?
I just didn't expect them to be so reckless.

"What if he gets out of the way?"

"Get out of the way?" The black man showed a mouthful of smoky teeth, "Then after we pass, use the machine gun on this car to kill him! Hahaha!"

'Rifling' seemed to have thought of the hypothetical unlucky guy's astonished expression when he was torn apart by bullets after giving way.

Also laughed.

But when the atmosphere in the car was full of joy, the observer in the back row suddenly made a sound.

"There are people ahead."

The convoy just went under a cliff, and the expressway was between the coastal beach and the cliff.

The lights of the convoy extended into the deep night, and at a distance where the high beams had become somewhat obscured.

A looming tall figure is moving on the road.

"Was that guy walking at this speed? Walking by the sea after the day's news bombardment?"

Isn't he afraid of mad dragon disease?
'Rifle' narrowed his eyes slightly: "'Barrel', are there any residential areas nearby?"

It's too abnormal for a figure to pop out at night.

"I'm investigating."

Although the 'barrel' is very talkative, the speed of entering the working state cannot be regarded as unpleasant.

His left hand, which could easily crush solid steel pipe, slid across the fragile on-board display.

Light and accurate.

"Don't worry, there is indeed a fishing village nearby, and he should be a resident there. Just right, now you can apply what I just taught you."

"Ha ha!"

"drop-"

'Rifling' honked the horn with a smile.

"Zi-'Barrel', what's going on, why is the horn honking?"

"Hey, don't worry about the 'sights', there's a lost lamb on the road, we've got to send him to God to repent according to tradition, don't we?"

"Che, whatever you want, just don't let his corpse get in the way."

'Rifle' heard the leader's acquiescence from the intercom, and stepped on the accelerator more happily.

The entire convoy didn't seem to care about what was on the road in front of them at all, and there was no sign of stopping or slowing down.

But as the vehicle quickly approached the figure, the high beams also pulled the figure from the dark boundary into the light.

That is not a "tall man", it is an exoskeleton armor intertwined with army green and matte black!

Swordfish 2014 launched by Shaw Heavy Industries in 1!
An unshaven man in his thirties who looks like a mixed-race man is wearing it.

His hair was pulled into a wild high ponytail like a samurai wanderer.

There seemed to be a cynical smile on his mouth forever, and a sword wound passed from the left forehead vertically across the eyes and extended to the left corner of the mouth.

His left hand rests on a technological katana slung around his waist.

'Rifling' was right. He was walking towards the convoy in an extremely leisurely manner.

"The weapon system is online!"

'Barrel' yelled, operating on the on-board screen.

The opponent's exoskeleton is an antique from two years ago.

Backward force feedback control, the maximum output is no more than one and a half tons.

But here and now, a guy in military equipment is coming towards the escort convoy, no matter how you think about it, there is no reason to take it lightly!
With the sound of mechanical operation, portable rocket launchers appeared on both sides of the ordinary SUV.

There are three rockets on each side, a total of six rockets, each with enough charge to blow up a bungalow of [-] square meters!

Under the control of the computer, they flew towards the mixed-race man.

Accuracy is not important at this moment, the power of six rockets can knock down a residential building!

'Barrel' biting his cigar, looked at the man in front of the road with disdain.

What can an outdated exoskeleton armor do?
Now is the era of prosthetics.
"bass!"

The rocket that rushed straight towards the half-race man was smoothly cut through the detonating device in a blood-red knife light.

The iron sheet "clanged" and fell on both sides of the man.

As for the crooked rocket, the man didn't even bother to take care of it.

Let them explode around you.

The raging flames and vibrations seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier when approaching the mixed-race man.

A spherical outline protruded around the man's body, and he couldn't advance an inch.

From the beginning to the end, the man's sloppy footsteps and leisurely expression did not change at all.

Only the technological samurai sword with a blood-red blade was pulled out of the scabbard by him, and the knife flower was turning casually in his hand.

"Zi-'barrel'! What's going on! Why did you use rockets!"

"It's a giant beast! 'Sight'! It's a giant beast."

"bass-"

The bloody sword light attacked again!

This time it was a horizontal cut!

Intense sparks erupted in the cutting and collision of steel and steel.

The skeleton and shell of this SUV with a self-weight of at least ten tons were cut off abruptly!

Not only is the incision smooth, but the steel of the incision still retains a fiery orange-red color.

The color didn't gradually cool down until more than ten seconds later.

In the blink of an eye just now, the 'rifling' has been severed from the chest, and the smelly internal organs and body fluids flowed on the road.

He didn't even react to block it with his prosthetic body.

The heavy SUV was divided into upper and lower parts, crooked on the road, and the following convoy immediately braked and blocked the road.

The last two SUVs even had to stop on the sand.

The mixed-race man pressed the hilt of the katana with one hand, as if he was holding a glass of water in a nonchalant manner.

But in front of him, using the prosthetic body to block the edge of the blade, being pressed down to the kneeling 'barrel' by the force of the blade, is not easy at all!
"Oh? The arm is made of good material, bro."

Even now, this man only thinks that the quality of the prosthetic arm is good, and he doesn't pay attention to the 'barrel' himself at all.

"Bitch of a son of a bitch!"

The veins on the negro's head popped out, and beads of sweat dripped down.

"Then you come and try this 'nice' prosthetic body, can you punch out all your penis!"

"Hey!"

White steam that can distort the air suddenly burst out from the cooling holes of the prosthetic arm, and the internal mechanical parts began to "crack".

The liquid bottle containing the Titan cells was connected to the working program of the prosthetic body.

From this moment, Titan cells, as part of the working structure of the prosthesis, began to participate in the "neural bridge technology".

The biological waves of giant beasts began to infect human brain waves.

The pupils of the 'barrel' dilated suddenly, breathing heavily.

[Giant Beast Power: [-] horses]!
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