Abyss Express

November 20, 2032.

The administrative district under the jurisdiction of the Julian capital of the 54th district, Lieyang Castle

FDH102 Intercity Expressway Temporary Checkpoint

A large truck sped by, ignoring the militiamen at the traffic safety checkpoint.

It ran rampant on the highway, maintaining a speed of 130 kilometers per hour when it passed the speedometer, and almost hit the militiaman at the checkpoint.

"FDH102 has a Hino truck speeding, it's a deck vehicle."

Siyanzi sat in the passenger seat and looked up the license plate information on his laptop. He had very good dynamic vision and locked the license plate number at the moment the truck passed the speedometer.

"Headquarters headquarters headquarters headquarters called headquarters to request the use of deadly force."

Boy Banner held the radio tightly, looking excited and impatient. Clark had already stepped on the accelerator and was about to eject. As expected, the pair were transferred to the traffic safety management department and received a casual position. They were marginalized and were eager to make meritorious service and return to the battle group.

"Ah? Can't shoot? Why?" Banner's Bluetooth headset came from the dispatch center's instructions.

Clark was so angry that he had no intention of talking to the clerk in the office. He pulled off the earphones of the four eyes, grabbed the radio and started talking.

"The signal is not very good! I'm offline!"

He put it into gear and started, and there was a roar and vibration from the hood of the Hummer.

Banner: "Leader! You can't get promoted if you do this!"

Clark: "Fuck the promotion!"

They clung to the tail of Hino's large truck, turned on their lights and sirens, and blew their horns at the vehicle in front to signal them to pull over for inspection, but received no response.

Clark simply opened the side window and asked Siyan to use the loudspeaker to shout a warning.

"This bastard brought such a big box of goods and forced it into the truck. There must be a lot of contraband in the car. No matter whose it belongs to! It must be stopped! Banner, be prepared! I want to pit it. !”

Banner's face was full of cold sweat: "A hundred and three times an hour? Pit!? Are you willing to die?"

Clark pointed at the shelves of the car in front and said angrily: "What if it contains drugs? How many people will die because of this? Escape? Let me see where he escapes!"

Boy Banner poked his head out of the car window and felt the strong wind from the highway pouring into his mouth. He was extremely nervous. If there was an accident, even the panacea might not be able to save their lives.

"This is the first incident of a large car crashing into the card in Lieyang Castle. Those who dared to do this before were the gangsters of the Chongyaner Gang. They drove drunk and drugged in small cars. They all had criminal records on them, and they were afraid of being arrested, imprisoned and shot. , they must violently resist the law." Clark reminded: "If this big truck driver is a good citizen, why would he run away?! I can understand that they want to take risks on waterways, after all, the militiamen can't catch them. But now land transport also dares to do this Playing?! I’m not convinced! You’re riding on my face and shitting!”

After three consecutive rounds of loudspeaker calls and no response, Clark hung up Code 99 (the highest level of emergency) on the police radio. He fired a warning shot at the car in front of him in advance, went through all the procedures, and was ready to fight violence with violence.

The front nose of the Hummer is equipped with armored steel beams, which are specially designed impact devices for Pit.

Following the car to a relatively empty six-lane road, Clark stepped on the accelerator without hesitation!

I heard the engine take a deep breath and lag for a second or two. The pressure brought by the turbine was suddenly transmitted to the wheel axle, and the sudden pushing sensation pushed the four eyes back to the seat.

The anti-collision steel beam was in contact with the left rear wheel of the Hino truck. The speed difference between the two wheels immediately caused the strongest king on the road to roll and slide. The tires brought out strips of rubber fibers, leaving dark stains on the road. mark. Strips of scorched rubber shards shot out like sharp arrows, hitting the Hummer's windshield and creating shocking cracks.

Clark felt that his body was shattered by the car body. All four wheels of the Hino truck exploded, and the steel wheels scratched the road with bright sparks.

The brothers cheered and talked trash.

Banner: "It's working great! It's stopping!"

Clark: "The road officials have to trouble me again. Last time I broke two street lights and they asked me to write a report."

Before he finished speaking, a dark muzzle emerged from the side door of Hino's truck.

"Holy shit! Gun! Gun! Gun! Clark! Gun! Full automatic!" Banner screamed repeatedly. This reminder has become instinctive. He has seen many gun-wielding thugs suddenly attack in Sun Castle. .

Soon enough, the two brothers quickly turned the seat adjustment handle and leaned back.

At least three rifles sprayed more than 70 bullets at the Hummer. They shattered the Hummer's windshield and hit the back seat. For a while, glass shards and leather lint in the car were scattered everywhere.

Clark almost lay down on the seat and pressed his knees against the steering wheel. The sudden direct bullet fire scared him so much that he almost peed his pants. Seeing that the car in front was getting slower and slower, rolling under the huge inertia, the thugs in the car also lost their ability to resist.

The Hino truck was completely lying in the middle of the road. The front of the truck crashed into a mound of dirt on the side of the highway. The driver was probably in danger. The trunk scraped on the road and drifted more than a hundred meters with the truck before it could stop. The iron sheet turned slightly red and became hot.

When there was no sound of gunfire, Clark sat up with his eyes open. The two of them pointed guns at the truck in the distance, both looking shocked.

Banner's head was full of broken glass: "Holy shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Aren't militia vehicles equipped with bulletproof glass?"

Clark, who also had a face full of scratches, equipped the vehicle of the brother science militia: "The bulletproof glass is too heavy and the car cannot run fast. Ordinary windshields are also convenient for shooting inside the car."

"Go down?" Banner asked, "I come first, you come first?"

Clark: "You call the K9 (the explosive and drug search unit with police dogs), then watch me, follow closely, open the car door as a cover, I slowly walk over, you open the door and stop beside me, use the A-pillar to block the enemy Shoot the boundary and drive close to it at low speed!”

With that said, Clark got out of the car and walked, Siyan changed to the driving position, and the two of them cooperated tacitly, forcing the Hino car.

Clark hid behind the door of the Hummer. When he got closer, he realized that most of his enemies were dead.

On both sides of the road, there are war gang thugs thrown out of the truck. They hide in the truck without fixing their bodies. When the truck rolls over, they still have to fight back with their rifles. They fly out of the truck without any traces. Protection, just fell on the road.

Clark approached one of the enemies and ducked down to check, only to find that the thug had no signs of life. He confirmed that there were no explosives on him and asked him to continue pressing into the large truck.

The combat-experienced member of the Chapter howled loudly.

"Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Put the gun down!"

He kept roaring until his throat became hoarse, but he still asked the criminals to cooperate with the investigation and surrender.

He did not take the weapons of the thugs. The inscription numbers of these rifles had been erased and they seemed to have been modified automatically. They were not reliable after such a fall. It was better to fight with his small pistol to face the enemy.

The closer to the truck, the more blood stains on the road, and the number of living people.

Still about twelve meters away, Clark found two dying gun-wielding gangsters. They had hyena tattoos on their bodies and were minions of the Bug Eye Gang, an outsourced unit of the White Shark Society.

"Help me! Help me, help me!" The gangster who fell out of the door on the right side of the car was so angry that he could still shout for help.

Clark took a closer look, but still didn't dare to step forward.

The gangster had lost both legs and was clinging to the rifle and refused to let go. His nerves were stimulated and he entered a state of stress and defense. He felt insecure and wanted to fight to the death.

Clark aimed the gun: "Put the gun down!"

The gangster lost his mind: "Save me! Save me! I will give you whatever money you want! Save me! Save me!"

Clark warned again with the gun: "Put the gun down! Put it down!"

On the other side of the truck near the roadside mound, there was a silent and dying gangster. This man's life was hanging by a thread and he still wanted to shoot back.

At this time, Clark finally had no intention of being soft-hearted. He had to implement the Six Arts Heart Sutra taught by the gunsmith.

Bullets spurted out from the muzzle of the pistol. He fired lightly, pulled the gun to position, and shot out two balls of flesh and blood.

Clark's eyes turned red. He pursed his lips and gritted his teeth. There was a huge shadow of terror in his heart. If he had been a little slower, he and Si Yan would probably have to explain themselves here.

A few meters further into the mound, the front wheel of the Hummer was stuck in the drainage channel and stuck to the door of the container. Four eyes followed Clark out of the car to search for something. The two brothers supported each other, one left, one right, one forward and one behind, to find out where the driver's seat was at the front of the car.

I saw that the cab of the big car was completely twisted and deformed, the driver was already out of cold, and the co-pilot also had a rocket launcher - this kind of force configuration made Clark feel cold. The contents of the cargo box must be the top priority.

The two of them did not dare to be careless. They could hear heavy breathing in the box, and it seemed that there were enemies hiding inside.

They stepped on the soft soil and climbed up the box. For a while, they did not dare to approach the side door that turned upside down after it rolled over.

Clark gestured with Four Eyes, and Four Eyes immediately understood, removed the bright flashlight from the pistol, and threw it in.

There was strong light interference and stimulation, and there was an immediate reaction in the car, and there were also voices.

Clark was still issuing a warning: "Put down the gun! Give up resistance! Get down! Get down! Get down! Kneel down!"

The only answer he received was the sound of gunfire. The enemy followed the source of the sound and opened fire on the fragile iron sheet of the carriage!

Continuous rifle bullets exploded with loud roars and loud sounds. Clark specifically stood in the direction of the front of the car and only shot from a small angle. However, his calf was still shot, and he was bleeding for a while.

He jumped up and down with his lame legs, and flexibly rolled down the mound without crying out in pain. He was only afraid that the sound of crying out in pain would be heard by the enemy, which would inflame their arrogance. If they mustered up the courage to emerge from the carriage again, they would have four eyes. He will be beaten to death!

He clenched his fists, exchanged gestures with Siyan, and threw the polishing pen and tungsten steel drill bit from the tool bag.

Siyan received the tools and immediately started working. He took out the chest guard and glanced at the leader again - the leader had already opened the medical bag at this moment, cut open the trouser leg of his calf to retrieve ammunition, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Banner boy used his hands and feet to step on the mound of dirt and push his body against it. He knocked on the overturned car, leaving a banging sound on the other side. The enemies in the box immediately turned their firepower and shot in that direction. .

There were also dizzy thugs with blood on their faces who wanted to poke their heads out of the box to observe the situation outside the box. Clark held a knife in one hand and a gun in the other to kill the gangsters who were on the lookout.

Si Yan replaced the electric sharpener chuck in his hand with a tungsten steel drill, and quickly punched a small hole of about fifteen millimeters in diameter on the soft iron sheet. Through this small observation window, he could clearly see the personnel configuration in the car—— Four thugs are still alive.

Exchanging information with Clark in sign language, Four Eyes raised his gun and fired at the observation window, finally ending this horrific exchange of fire. He emptied both magazines, making sure that the bullets fell on everyone. No more, no more, no less, eleven bullets for each person. Hearing the patter of blood flowing out, his wildly beating heart finally slowed down.

There were bloodstains and bullet marks near the mound. Clark healed his legs and moved closer to Four Eyes.

"The area is silent? Completely silent?"

Siyan was not sure: "I don't know. Leader"

Clark gave Si Yan a new magazine: "If there was a fucking flash bomb, there would be so many things!"

Siyan received the magazine and remained in combat mode, his emotions almost collapsed. He sat down on the mound, and then his hands and feet began to tremble involuntarily.

He was too close to death. These sudden shootings and the continuous strong stimulation made his tense nerves collapse.

The effect of the adrenaline was fading, and his voice had a cry to it. He was just a kid who had just turned twenty, and he was far from as strong a nerve as Nameless Doe.

He covered his face, always feeling incredible.

"Clark why? Why! Why?"

"Why! You made it very clear! As long as they put down the gun, they can live! As long as they put down the gun, they can live! Clark! Clark."

Banner was breathing heavily, still holding the bulletproof shield in his hand. While Ben was drilling holes to make observation windows, Banner used it to protect his head and heart. None of them have helmets. Originally, traffic safety posts are not high-intensity riot control units and are not issued helmets.

Clark crouched behind Banner, examining his partner's body.

The four-eyed guy asked nervously: "Have I been shot? Leader? Have I been shot?"

"No, no. It's good without you." Clark frowned and wanted to hold down the Banner boy.

Banner lost control of his emotions. He dropped his shield and took off his glasses, trying to wipe away his tears, but for a moment he used the wrong hand——

——Clark’s quick eyesight and quick hands took away Banner’s gun.

In a flash of lightning, the gun almost went off and shattered the kid's head.

Banner was so frightened that he tensed up. Clark pulled the safety mechanism of the M92FS, and then he realized that he was about to wipe his face with the gun, and his finger was still in the trigger guard: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" !!”

Clark squeezed the hammer and safety mechanism, and ejected the magazine and bullets. He also had a frightened expression.

"You're too nervous, Banner, you're too nervous."

Later, reinforcements from the law enforcement team arrived within two minutes, and sirens sounded in the distance.

The K9 police dog was in the passenger seat, and the barking team was barking impatiently, having already smelled something suspicious.

Banner's face was full of tears, and his heart was filled with regret and regret: "Clark, can we really be laid off alive? Oh my God."

Clark sat next to his partner, pain threatening to overwhelm his body the moment the adrenaline wore off.

The two young men were worried, and it was hard to imagine how the Nameless One could continue to maintain their will to fight in such an extreme environment. The Six Arts saved their lives, but what kind of terrible person was the gunsmith who wrote the Six Arts?

"Can we really protect ourselves?" Banner murmured: "The old man Koluyav is right. Without weapons and equipment, how many of the soldiers in the battle group can survive against these crazy thugs?" "Fruit"

"Don't say depressing words." Clark gritted his teeth and insisted: "You can survive this time! You can survive next time too!"

Banner cheered up and wanted to stand up, but his weak legs were not very obedient.

"I hope. I hope, Clark Shawn I hope - I hope our future is not a dream."

When the K9 police dog unit arrived at the scene, the militiamen found half a ton of heroin from the car. There was a lot of food in the mouths of the three corpses, as if they wanted to experience a feeling of bliss before they died.

Methamphetamine was detected in the driver's system. These crazy criminals had taken drugs before they died. The pain caused by the bullets only made them crazier.

"Only three corpses?" Clark finally realized what was wrong.

Banner boy immediately said: "I saw four people! There were clearly four in the car!"

At this very moment, a flexible strip of flesh came out of the tail of the Hino truck——

——It squeezed out from the observation window opened by the four-eyed boy, and squeezed out from the small round hole with a diameter of less than fifteen millimeters.

The human body's skin connective tissue, eyeballs and fingers, hair and nails and other strange-shaped soft flesh flowed out like rubber.

It squeezed out of the car and immediately transformed into a human form, becoming a member of the Bug Eye Gang.

This guy was in shock, so frightened by Clark and Banner that he lost his will to fight and just wanted to run away. Lifting up his limp legs, he looked like a shape-shifter in a cartoon who could twist his body. He stretched his legs thin and elongated, swinging his whip-like legs and feet, and took steps as if he were flying across the loess pile. In the blink of an eye, He ran away in no time!

The moment Clark felt the psychic fluctuations, it was too late. He followed the K9 police dog to the field beside the mound, and shot the naked long-legged oppa in the distance with a gun, almost all his legs from the neck down!

The bullet blasted into the body of the rubber monster, seemingly leaving no wounds. The hot warhead was wrapped in a flexible skin, leaving only a little burnt black mark. The shrapnel was wrapped in elastic skin and stretched forward several meters. , rebounded quickly like a soft balloon. The reflected bullet scratched the K9, causing the police dog to howl and howl. After a while, the barking team fled, no longer daring to chase into the wild, and turned into a snarling monster. He ran back with his tail between his legs.

Clark was in disbelief. This was the first time he had seen such a mysterious psychic power——

——This is the power of George Joshua. It is what he calls "a man who can bend and stretch". It is the magic weapon under his crotch that he can advance, retreat, and be small in his machismo. It is also what he learned from his big sister's big boots. The power of heavy warheads to save one's life.

Banner saw it clearly and immediately got back into the car and shouted loudly.

"FDH102 intercity highway! A thug who ate rubber fruit ran into the wilderness——"

"——It's Straw Hat Luffy! I'm not kidding! Please stop laughing at the reception desk!"