death of hope

Chapter 72 "Flying Windfall" (72) Blood on the Street
No one expected that a war would start all of a sudden.

It was a street fight where both sides risked their lives,
Bullets and heat rays flew in all directions, nunchucks, machetes and metal baseball bats competed.

Unlike superheroes who wear full-body armor, Frankenstein is only wearing a purple silk cardigan shirt. Several large-caliber bullets penetrated the tough skin that has been remodeled, smashing the titanium armor plate inlaid under the skin superior.

The epidermal wound heals instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the strengthened immune gland eliminates the possibility of infection.

The strong man as big as a mountain just let out a muffled grunt, and swung a heavy baseball bat wrapped in barbed nets towards the ape-man, but he bowed his head to avoid it.

Although the strength and endurance are far inferior to the opponent, in terms of agility, balance and combat experience, the ape-man Syndra has an absolute advantage.

"Get out of the way, you stinky monkey!"

"Come at me, don't look for anyone else."

"I'm going to crush that kid and his little bitch, damn it! How dare you shoot me! Broke my new shirt!"

"You want to hurt civilians? Let's go through my level first!"

"You... ancestral orangutan idiot, die!"

Two genetically modified humans from the same research institute fought together, their huge fists waving with wind,
With their physical toughness and recovery ability, they don't care about the incoming bullets,
Fighting each other with crazy brute force, such an intensity of fighting, no one else can intervene at all.

"Kung Fu Boy" wields a nunchuck with his left hand, and fires a thermal pistol with his right hand continuously.
The fuel cell in the magazine is just thrown away when it runs out.

The elite thugs of the Hesse family are also very skilled, and they have obviously undergone a certain degree of genetic modification and mechanical prosthesis implantation, and have received military training and combat training.

One of the round, short and fat men was very resistant to beatings, and he fell down after being shot four times. After a few seconds, he stood up again vigorously.

Holding the serrated curved machete in his short, strong, fat hand, he slammed it towards Kung Fu Boy's back.

"Boy Huangpi, I'm going to spit out your heart! Fry it and eat it with wine!"

"careful!"

The takeaway rider raised the double-barreled shotgun with one hand, and pulled the two triggers together. The salvo of two large-caliber shotguns knocked down the opponent instantly, and the huge recoil almost bruised his wrist.

"Thanks, buddy, for saving my life again."

The Kung Fu boy thanked his companion, then took a step forward,
He smashed the short fat man's neck with a nunchaku, smashing the spine of this fierce gangster to pieces, and then kicked his crotch violently with his leather boots.

"Short wax gourd, why don't you try recovering again? Watch me kick your ass off!"

Even a cyborg with a strong physical recovery ability would be unable to fight again after such a heavy blow.

"Ouch!" Amidst the bullets, Roy was shot in the shoulder. Fortunately, it was a small-caliber 5.45mm bullet, and the bullet went straight through without causing too much damage.

Enduring the severe pain, he continued to shoot back, while holding Anna down with his body:

"Lie down!"

Anna's face was bewildered, with big tears pouring down her face. Now she couldn't listen to anything. She had lost her loved one and was already numb with grief. She stared at the three blood-stained necklaces with her big blue eyes. Muttering:

"Brother... Mom and Dad..."

The quick-witted black cat is also quick-thinking,
At the moment of the battle, she used the grappling hook launcher to climb to the top of the giant billboard, occupying an absolute advantage of vision.

Through the images sent back by the infrared scanning of the reconnaissance drone, she found that a sniper was shooting at the ape-man on the roof in the distance, so she set up an electromagnetic sniper rifle,
The bullets with super high initial velocity killed the enemy snipers and observers one by one, and then supported the companions with precise firepower.

The three people from the "Old Lame" bar also joined the battle. Although they were only civilians, their fighting power should not be underestimated.
Downey and Ferguson fired classic model automatic rifles.

Jon, a veteran of the Terra Federation, was even more brave in battle. The gray-bearded old man was holding an old-fashioned rotary machine gun and fired wildly.
Bullets flew in all directions like a torrential rain, knocking down all the Hessian reformed fighters who rushed over.

"Ouch! This is much better than playing a shooting game!" Donnie laughed, changed the clip and continued shooting.

The black cat squatted on a high place to change magazines, with a very pleased expression,

Downey, a chubby, seemingly harmless otaku, can become so brave for a just cause, which made her admire.

Even though Downey has many bad habits, Black Cat never regrets loving him. For her, there is nothing more romantic than fighting side by side with her lover.

Ferguson released the safety buckle and threw a high-explosive grenade, blowing up the thug who was trying to get the bullet from the trunk of the motorcycle.

"Wow! Cool! I've done this in a VR game before!" Downey cheered.

Due to the uninterrupted continuous shooting, Old Jon shot the barrel red, dropped the heavy-duty rotary machine gun and picked up a small-caliber squad light machine gun:

"Roy, take Anna away, it's too dangerous here!"

"I know, but... she has a nervous breakdown! She doesn't move a step, and she doesn't respond to anything I say."

"Good girl, I know you're feeling bad, so cheer up for now! Okay?" Old Jon tried in vain to persuade, but Anna's eyes were still dull and unresponsive.

"Hey, this kid has been hit hard."

Ferguson spat on the ground and said, "Master, what are you running for, we are almost winning."

"Fart!" Old Jon scolded, "Little brat, it's too early to tell!"

As soon as the words fell, only the roar of a high-power engine was heard,

The east and west sides of the road became restless, a group of gang members on motorcycles frantically pumping the accelerator came from the west, and a convoy of red and white limousines came from the east, honking their horns frantically, with the rising sun flag hanging on the front of the car.

The black cat on the billboard warned loudly: "It's the Hessian family and the Geekushin group! Their large forces are coming!"

"Hey! Blessings come in pairs, but misfortunes never come singly!" Old Jon frowned.

Downey was so frightened that he almost peed his pants: "I'll go! There are so many people, my brothers are going to die!"

"Fight! Boys! Die on your feet!" shouted Old Jon, as he put the belts on his machine gun, hot bullet casings at his feet.

The situation changed rapidly. The motorcycle team and the car convoy stopped at a distance of 50 meters, and the militants pulled out their guns and shot at each other.

"Wait a minute, why did those two waves... fight themselves?"

Old Jon beamed with joy: "These guys are on the top, there must be a lot of hatred."

The entire block turned into a battlefield filled with gunpowder and hundreds of people shot at each other with light and heavy weapons.

It seems to be a battle between the Hessen family and the Geekshin Group, but it is actually a contest between two giant companies, Raccoon Trading and Sakura Co., Ltd.

Long-range shooting obviously cannot satisfy the revenge desire of the two gangs. If they want to vent their tyrannical mood, they need to fight with their lives in close quarters.

Members of the Hessian family wielded machetes and iron bars, and clashed head-on with street warriors of the Gokushin Group holding samurai swords, shouting their respective battle cries;
"Brothers, kill these yellow boys! Go!"

"Go master 様のために long live!" (Long live the master!)
(End of this chapter)