Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 668: Gotham's Thick Fog

The strange black fog rising from Gotham City surprised Major General Rhodes at first.

However, living in the troubled DC universe, there is always a guy in red shorts flying above your head.

Rhodes even encountered the Earth being invaded by aliens more than once.

He has become accustomed to supernatural events.

He quickly began to adjust his emotions, from the initial shock to indifference.

After trying several times, I found that the strange black fog not only brought a mirage-like illusion, but also seemed to have the ability to interfere with the communicator.

After Major General Rhodes ordered his signalmen to contact the mother ship to no avail, he decisively ordered the troops to stay on the spot and build temporary defensive fortifications.

At the same time, he ordered the soldiers to fire three flares into the sky, representing an emergency assembly.

The scarlet flare pierced through the black fog, flashing a dazzling red light in the air.

The two infantry squads following Rhodes were already stationed in the middle of the street.

They began to follow orders and busily built temporary fortifications using the cars on the roadside and their troop carriers.

And in the outline of this temporary fortification that is still under construction,

A military green main battle tank was parked in the middle, apparently to cover their construction work.

Two M2 Browning large-caliber heavy machine guns have been set up among the sandbags.

Although the military-industrial enterprises under the Tang Group have developed energy weapons.

However, considering the cost of this energy pulse weapon and the subsequent energy consumption.

The federal army did not carry out a large-scale equipment replacement, but only replaced this batch of equipment in a small number of elite units.

This 12.7mm large-caliber old machine gun is an outdated weapon.
However, in urban warfare, this heavy machine gun is the most powerful meat grinder.

In addition to this heavy machine gun, there are four M249 light machine guns mounted around these two heavy machine guns in the two infantry squads.

Together with the assault rifles in the hands of the other soldiers, this six-meter-wide street has completely turned into a terrifying firepower network.

Not to mention the main battle tank's 120mm smoothbore tank gun, a 7.62mm parallel machine gun, and an M2 Browning large-caliber heavy machine gun!

The assault rifles in the hands of this group of infantrymen all have grenade launchers hanging underneath!

A conservative estimate is that even if a regiment of infantry came here, they would not be able to take down this position without heavy firepower.

You have to know that the enemy they expected to fight when they came to Gotham was just a group of gangster gunmen.

Using this old-fashioned weapon is already considered a dimensionality reduction attack.

After issuing the assembly order, Major General Rhodes received a beef pizza from his adjutant. He sat in the Hummer, looking at the bustling crowd in the black fog.

The pizza was beef pizza, sprinkled with salt and pepper and tasted good, especially the generous portion. Even a big-bellied man like Rhodes could only eat two-thirds of it.

While taking a big bite of pizza, Rhodes asked:
"Harry, what are these, mirages?"

The adjutant with the rank of major on his shoulders was distributing several large boxes of pizza to the soldiers in the squad who had just completed the deployment when he heard the commander's questions.

The corners of his mouth also revealed a helpless smile: "It shouldn't be a mirage. I've never heard of a mirage affecting communications. This is a military communication system. It can ensure smooth communication even in an uninhabited area. It looks like it should be some kind of extraordinary event!"

"Extraordinary events! Has this world been abandoned by God? Why are there such damn extraordinary events everywhere?"

Rhodes folded a piece of pizza in his hand in half, stuffed it into his mouth in a few gulps, and reached out to take out a brand new shotgun from the back seat.

Click! Rhode took out a box of large buckshot, unpacked it skillfully, pressed the red buckshot into the magazine one by one, and closed the magazine.

A complicated look flashed across Rhodes' eyes:

"I can't believe I'm so unlucky that I could run into an invulnerable bastard like Black Adam!"

Rhode cursed and said, "I'm not afraid even if I run into that guy again this time.
I hope this bitch cleans his asshole. I have three large grenades ready for him!"

The adjutant was eating pizza with big mouthfuls, obviously accustomed to the rude remarks of his superior.

As an adjutant, he was also very familiar with his superior's resume.

His superior was once a company commander in the Federal Marine Corps, and he also served as a shooting instructor for the famous SEAL Team Six.

He has rich practical experience and has led teams to carry out special operations missions dozens of times.

He has rescued his teammates from dangerous situations more than once.

The most dangerous time was when he and a squad of special forces were besieged by at least a battalion of terrorists. Even in this situation, he managed to break through the siege with his teammates and completed the mission brilliantly.

It was precisely because of his outstanding performance on the battlefield that he caught the attention of senior federal officials.

At that time, the Federal Ministry of Defense planned to establish a rapid response force, selecting a company of elite soldiers from the entire federal army and equipping them with the most advanced weapons in the Federation to deal with the endless extraordinary events in the Federation.

Rhodes became the commander of this rapid reaction force with his outstanding performance on the battlefield.

But what is sad is that after more than half a year of training, this rapid reaction force was almost wiped out when it went on its first mission.

Commander Rhodes also became the unlucky guy pushed by the top leaders to take the blame and was almost sent to a military court.

Fortunately, this superior of ours was lucky in his ability. During a special mission,

By accident, he rescued a relative of a senior executive of the Tang Group.

After the senior executive learned of his situation, he first introduced him to Tang Group's military-industrial enterprise as a security consultant.

He was later introduced to the commander of the Pacific Theater.

It was with the help of a noble person that Rhodes was able to become the chief officer of the Hawaii military base in less than twenty years.

You have to know that in today's federation, if you have no power and no background, it doesn't matter how capable and good at fighting you are.

What the Federation lacks the least is veterans and homeless people.

Of course, there is no clear boundary between the two.

If it weren't for that noble man's help, Rhodes would have ended up like them, either becoming a gangster thug or a street homeless person.

"Martial court? It was all because of those bastards from the Sky Eye Society and those idiots from the Ministry of Defense. They even got the intelligence wrong.

It was said to be an ordinary supernatural event, but the opponent was actually a being like Black Adam!
Those sons of bitches, why don't they let us fight Superman!!"

Thinking of those great guys he trained, even though it had been so long, Rod couldn't help but clench his fists tightly every time he thought of them.

He spat fiercely outside the Hummer.

The adjutant standing by saw his boss's expression and skillfully handed him a large glass of iced cola.

"Sir, it's time to change your gun," the adjutant said, looking at the original and ancient Winchester M1887 shotgun in Rhodes's hand.
“This old thing, produced more than 200 years ago, is outdated!

If you don't like energy pulse weapons, I recommend the Qinglong rifle produced by Tang Group. It has high accuracy, light recoil, and the bullet power is comparable to that of a heavy sniper rifle!
If you really like shotguns, I can get you a Storm Hammer, which is also quite powerful!"

Rhodes took the Coke and shook his head:
"I'm not used to those fancy weapons. I'm used to this gun. Whether it's a cunning fox or a cowardly rabbit, I can solve it with just one shot."

As he said this, he loaded the Winchester in his hand with one hand: "If one shot doesn't work, then shoot again!"

As the two were talking, soldiers from the two nearby blocks had already arrived one after another after seeing the signal flares.

"Sir!"

A burly black captain walked up to the Hummer, saluted the two men, and interrupted their conversation.

This also made Rod, who was sitting in the Hummer, bend over and get out of the car.

He looked at the troop carriers and armored vehicles driving down the street.

Rhodes, a veteran of many battles, only needed one glance to know that in the time it took him to eat a piece of pizza, at least two companies of soldiers had gathered.

"Captain, have your men build fortifications. We need to stay here for half an hour to gather all the nearby stick guys before we continue advancing!"

Rhodes patted the black captain on the shoulder and gave an order.

"Yes, sir!" the company commander saluted.

Suddenly, Rhodes turned around alertly and looked at a phantom figure behind him with clown paint on his face and an old-fashioned bomb in his hand.

"Sir! What's wrong?" The adjutant followed Rhodes' gaze, saw the clown, and smiled.

"Sir, didn't I just test it? These are just illusions. We can't attack them, and they can't hurt us either!"

Rhodes narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing. The Winchester shotgun in his hand was already against his shoulder.
The black muzzle of the gun was already pointed at the clown walking in front.

"boom!"

Without any hesitation, Rhodes decisively pulled the trigger. The 1887-gauge smokeless shotgun that had been loaded with the Winchester M12 shotgun would, as his finger pulled the trigger, blast the clown ten meters away into a sieve like a rainstorm.

"Enemy attack!"

Seeing the clown lying on the ground and twitching, the adjutant was shocked. He instinctively took out his pistol and fired two more shots at the clown.

"There's something wrong with these illusions. Fire freely and don't let them get close to our position!"

Major General Rhodes looked around and saw that the black fog had become thicker and thicker.
He looked at the street in the distance with his naked eyes, but the bottom of the street was already foggy and could no longer be seen clearly.

Rhodes skillfully pressed a single-headed bullet into the chamber of the gun and gave instructions to the adjutant.

……

The black fog became more and more pervasive, and Major General Rhodes ordered the searchlight equipment to be turned on as soon as possible. Only a rough outline could be seen within a distance of more than ten meters on both sides of the street.

Rhodes ordered his men to fire several more flares, and many military vehicles were seen running back and forth on the streets.

At the intersections of each street, tanks and sandbags have taken over the mainstream, and a large number of fully armed soldiers have been firmly stationed there.

Be prepared in this black fog.

On this street, many infantry fighting vehicles and tanks, as well as the accompanying infantry, formed an armored patrol.

After any suspicious target did not respond to their first question, a series of gunfire and bullets followed. There were scattered corpses on the street, and judging by their attire, some looked like clowns in the park.

Some of the exposed skin was covered with tattoos, like some kind of gang symbol.

But if Harry remembered correctly, gangs with this kind of emblem did exist in Gotham, but that was more than a hundred years ago.

This gang called the Scorpion Gang should have disappeared more than a hundred years ago.

However, facing fully armed federal soldiers and the assault rifles in their hands.

It doesn't matter whether they are the Scorpion Gang or the Viper Gang. In fact, as long as they are not perverts with extraordinary powers,
No human being can withstand the damage of a rifle bullet.

"Sir, something's wrong! It seems like all the residents here have disappeared!"

Harry rushed back with five soldiers with serious faces and reported to Rhodes.

"Missing!?" Rhodes asked, "What happened?"

Harry said solemnly, "We searched this block and pried open seven or eight doors, but there was no one inside!"

"And the pizza shop just now. Half an hour ago, I took people there to get pizza, but now several employees have disappeared!"

"Oh oh oh, it looks like we've won the jackpot and encountered another extraordinary event!"

There was a hint of a smile on his lips, but Rhodes' eyes were full of solemnity and seriousness.

"Have the signalman continue to contact the headquarters. All soldiers, enter the first level alert state!"

Under Major General Rhodes' order, time passed little by little, and soon it would reach the thirty minutes ordered by Major General Rhodes.

At this time, no more soldiers came to join them, and the surrounding black fog was so thick that even with a military searchlight, it was impossible to see through the fog.

In ancient times, countless human ancestors were killed or abducted by wild beasts that pounced out of the darkness.

This fear of darkness is also deeply engraved in human DNA.

Even the fully armed soldiers holding hot weapons gritted their teeth in the face of the darkness that was like an impenetrable fog.

The hands of the soldiers holding the heavy machine guns on the military vehicle even had layers of blue veins exposed due to excessive force.

At this moment, a large group of figures suddenly appeared in the black fog and walked towards this side.

“Da da da da da…”

Perhaps because one soldier was too nervous, he pulled the trigger the moment he saw the group of dark shadows.

Dense heavy machine gun bullets whizzed out from the muzzle like a whip of death.

The group of figures in the black fog fell down like wheat under a sickle.

Through the black fog, one could even vaguely see some human-shaped shadows being swept in half.

"Cease fire! Stop! Corporal, who told you to shoot!"

an officer barked at the machine gunner.

The machine gunner finally reacted at this time and quickly released the trigger.

"Soldier, good job!" Rhodes' voice rang out from the loudspeaker of the Hummer:

"I've also seen humans who were not mortally injured after being shot. Whatever these things are, kill them!"

At this time, more than a dozen soldiers carefully gripped their guns, and under the cover of numerous light and heavy machine guns, they swung out a grappling hook and pulled out half of the body.

What was dragged out by these soldiers was a half-clown.

The paint on his face had flakes, perhaps due to the passage of time, and even his clothes were in tatters.

The waist that was cut in half by a heavy machine gun was dragging a black intestine, and the black liquid that looked like oil was sliding on the street, leaving long traces.

When half of the body appeared in front of everyone, the soldiers confirmed what their superiors said.

These things are indeed not human.

……

“Sister Elaine, what is this, a zombie?”

On the rooftop of the Gotham Municipal Building, Raven imitated Elaine, with his calves resting on the rooftop, kicking the wall, holding a bunch of snacks in his mouth, watching the tide of figures in the black fog rushing towards several human positions.

Eli put a piece of pork jerky into her mouth with a happy face. The sweet taste immediately made her feel that Tang Song was indeed a good person.

She just snapped her fingers and moved all the living people in Gotham City out of the city.
For such a small thing, Tang Song gave her so many delicious foods.

Capture level 384, the taste of the Ganoderma lucidum jerky growing on the -meter-high gourmet Christmas tree is so delicious that even God would have to touch it.

Elaine licked her fingers, took out another beef strip and stuffed it into her mouth. Her little face was bulging like a little squirrel with its mouth full of dried fruits.

"Pretty much. They are ordinary people in the cities of the present world who were swallowed by Barbatos into the dark multiverse. Their souls have become part of the dark multiverse, and their bodies have been infected by the aura of the dark multiverse, turning them into zombies!"

"How many are there?" Raven exclaimed as he looked at the almost endless army of zombies in the black fog.

"Who knows? Barbatos has been using the dark multiverse to devour parallel universes, and he has also created the dark universe himself. The number of these zombies should be more than the living people in the multiverse combined!"

…………

"How many of these damn things are there?"

Like Raven, Barry also complained about these zombies that appeared out of nowhere and seemed to be endless.

Barry Allen, transformed into a red lightning bolt, holds a baseball bat in his hand.

"boom!"

A crisp sound of someone hitting someone's head echoed in the street, and the lingering sound...

Hundreds of zombies had their skulls smashed in an instant and fell to the ground.

"I don't know where they came from, but I just want to ask, Mr. Victor, how long will it take you to activate your machine!?"

Catwoman, wearing a black tight leather suit, holds an extended black pistol in each hand. As she swings the two guns in her hands, each bullet can take away at least one zombie.

Some bullets could even curve in a graceful arc and blow up the heads of a series of zombies.

Arc Shooting - An advanced skill after mastering firearm shooting.

In the Hall of Samsara, you only need 300 contribution points to find a top gunner from the Assassin's League to train you. This value can be said to be great value for money!
Catwoman has been in the reincarnation world for so long, although after Superman's mutation, she can no longer enter the reincarnation world.

But he has also accumulated a lot of trump cards and treasures.

Just like the dozens of shadow soldiers guarding her, wearing black ninja uniforms with only a pair of scarlet eyes exposed.

Each of these tireless shadow ninjas, who are capable of fighting ten enemies at once, hold samurai swords in their hands and slaughter the zombies around them as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

However, what made Catwoman frown was that the number of these zombies did not decrease at all. On the contrary, they seemed to appear out of thin air.

After the massacre by her and Barry, there was no place to stand on the streets, and the ground was littered with the corpses of these zombies, but these zombies still continued to appear.

In the end, Catwoman couldn't stand stepping on a pile of stinking corpses with sticky black liquid, so she just moonwalked into the sky.

Holding two guns, shooting down from high in the sky...

Only the Shadow Troopers and Barry Allen were left playing the head-smacking game.

"I still need to adjust the frequency. This mother box is outdated and is not on the same frequency as the current mother box on Apocalypse. Give me some more time!"

Cyborg's hands were linked to the Mother Box, his head shaking as if he was having a seizure, but he still had the energy to answer Catwoman's questions.

"I never thought that I would be a main player one day. This feeling is really amazing!"

Red lightning flashed through the streets, knocking down any zombies that tried to get close to Cyborg.

At the same time, the Flash's voice was nagging, as fast as a machine gun.

"What do you think that Tang wants to do?"

"Opening the sonic boom channel, is he planning to use Darkseid to deal with Clark?"

"Why would you listen to him? He said you are all his agents!"

"The agent of the gods, that sounds really cool! What a pity, why didn't he choose me!

Is it because I didn't go to that parallel universe? This is not fair!"

"Miss Diana went to heaven for help. Why don't you tell me why she didn't come back?"

"I don't know what happened to Mr. Arthur. Last time, Mr. Superman's laser beam shot a hole directly through his waist.

Poor Mr. Arthur, he just lost a kidney."

"These zombie-like things don't have any viruses, do they? Oh, I have to be careful. Victor, you have to be careful too!"

……

"Shut up!" Cyborg's head hurt because of Barry's machine-gun-like noise.

He fired a backhand shot, and a thick blue pulse energy beam hit the pile of zombie corpses. The powerful firepower directly blew the pile of corpses into minced meat.

"Oh my god, this is so disgusting!" Barry almost vomited when he saw the minced meat splattering in slow motion.

"Barry, please stop talking. Your noise is driving my CPU crazy!"

Cyborg turned around and looked at Barry helplessly.

Barry raised his hands high in a clear gesture, and the black sticky liquid stuck to the baseball bat in his hand slid down the bat toward his arm.

He was so scared that he threw the baseball bat in his hand far away.

"Kid Flash, I've always had a question. Since you can travel through time so fast, why don't you go back to before Superman's mutation and stop him!?"

Bullets rained down like raindrops, accompanied by Catwoman's voice, in the dark fog.