Atlas of Heaven and Man

Inside the highland outpost, Fang Dawei and his group of thirteen were either sitting or lying down. Besides the doctor who needed protection, nine of them still had fighting strength, while the remaining three were severely injured and lying there, barely conscious.

Originally, there were sixteen of them, but the missing ones were either scattered or shot dead along the way.

Fang Dawei was very fair-skinned, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a side-parted hairstyle, and glasses. Despite his strong physique, he didn't look like a hardened criminal; instead, he resembled an office worker.

However, his exposed skin was covered with a layer of scale-like membrane, which also covered his face.

"What does it say?" Everyone looked at him with concern.

The short man said, "They said to hold on a little longer. Moran Company's security team is on the way, and they'll be here in about forty minutes. By then, we can at least save our lives. Moran Company won't let us die."

"Moran Company, damn it!"

Hate appeared in Tong Baitao's eyes. Their current plight was inextricably linked to Moran Company, but he also knew that Moran Company was the only one that could save their lives now.

Fang Dawei was very calm and said, "Actually, there's still a chance. The rebel organization provided us with so many things before; they didn't help us out of kindness. They must want to cause trouble in the city.

Once chaos breaks out in the city, will those greyhounds still stay here? Then we'll have a chance. Moran Company's path is just the last resort; we shouldn't take it if we can avoid it."

"Big Brother is right!"

Hearing his words, the robbers were all invigorated, because what he said made a lot of sense. The city was the place the patrol bureau should be guarding. If something happened in the city, how could those greyhounds outside the city care about this place?

At this moment, there was a rustling sound from above. Someone climbed down from the wall. He stuck to it like a spider, and his limbs were like the legs of an arthropod.

Fang Dawei looked up, the sunlight shining down from a large hole above, making him squint. He said, "Old Seven, I told you, don't climb around on my head."

Old Seven gave an "oh" and hurriedly climbed down the wall like a spider,趴 on the ground and said, "Big Brother, I've checked everything. There's a secret passage below, which seems to have been dug by the villagers before. Should we block it?"

Fang Dawei pondered for a moment and said, "No, keep it. Have a brother watch it; we might need it later."

He looked at the doctor who was examining the injured, and said, "Doctor Lin, can the brothers still be saved?"

Doctor Lin was a thin, middle-aged man with white hair in his forties. He was wearing a stethoscope and examining several robbers lying there. He said, "The wound medicine given by the rebel organization can keep them alive, but don't expect too much. Even if you go to a proper hospital, it won't get better in a short time."

After a pause, he added, "Actually, it's good as long as they don't die now. It doesn't matter if the limbs are broken off. When you get to Moran Company, they will replace them with better ones."

Hearing him mention this, Fang Dawei's face twitched, as if he had recalled something bad.

At this moment, his pupils suddenly dilated, blue veins popped out on his face and forehead, bloodshot eyes appeared, he kept喘气, and started scratching himself, while the layer of scale-like membrane on his body seemed to harden.

Seeing his appearance, Tong Baitao exclaimed, "Not good, Boss's illness is acting up, quickly, Doctor Lin, wake-up capsules!"

Doctor Lin deftly took out a medicine box, broke off a capsule, and threw it over.

Tong Baitao caught it, quickly came to Fang Dawei's side, supported his body, and said, "Here, Boss." Fang Dawei quickly grabbed it, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with effort. After a while, his breathing slowly calmed down, and the abnormalities on his body gradually disappeared.

Doctor Lin looked at him, then looked at the people around him, and said, "One capsule can last for three days, but that's under the premise of no strenuous exercise. If you use the implanted body to fight, you may need to take one every half a day. These medicines are only enough for you to last for three days."

Tong Baitao cursed and said, "Damn it, we should have gotten the medicine before pressing the detonator."

A younger brother said, "Brother Tong, that kid wasn't in our hands. We would have been exposed as soon as we met. It's better to kill a few more of the delegated company's people. Those greyhounds only know how to use guns, which is less of a threat to us."

Tong Baitao glared at him, "That's what you say, but how many did you kill in the end?"

The younger brother was a little embarrassed. Wasn't he in a hurry to leave at the time, so he pressed it when he saw it was almost done? Besides, those people suddenly retreated, so it's not his fault.

At this moment, Tong Qianjiang, who was sitting on the upper level of the sentry post, stood up abruptly. He looked down and said, "Big Brother, Brother Fang, there seems to be movement below!"

"What are these greyhounds up to again?"

The group immediately became alert, crowding at the breaches and original gaps to peer down. They saw the patrolmen below all pointing their guns upwards, and a young man in student attire standing below with a long saber in hand, his clear and cold eyes looking up at them.

"Big Brother, that seems to be a student from the Martial Arts Academy."

Tong Qianjiang said, "I've seen him before. Yes, it was that night when I went to trade with Tian Yaozu's underlings. I felt something was wrong then, so I left early."

Tong Baitao looked and said in surprise, "Am I seeing things? Just one person?" He turned to look at everyone and said loudly, "Just one person? Huh? Did all the brave ones run away? They sent a kid over here?"

The bandits inside the sentry post all burst into arrogant laughter. It wasn't that they looked down on Martial Arts Academy students, but there was only one of him, with just a saber in his hand. What could he possibly do to them?

But at this moment, everyone suddenly felt a blur before their eyes. The young man had disappeared from his original spot. Only Old Seventh, like a spider, managed to capture his movements in the first instance, saying, "He's coming up! So fast!"

At the same time, a dense sound of gunfire began to ring out from below, a series of bullets hitting the sentry post, forcing them to retract their heads.

They had tried shooting back at the patrolmen before, but later found it was a losing battle. They couldn't aim accurately from a distance, and the patrolmen were so numerous. Even if they could kill a few, it wouldn't matter. Their bullets would only dwindle. So, they simply relied on the remaining protective capabilities of the sentry post and holed up inside, not moving as long as no one charged up.

The patrolmen also knew they couldn't break through the defenses, so there hadn't been any activity for a long time. Now, they suddenly opened fire, clearly cooperating with that young man.

Fang Dawei had been sitting there ever since taking the medicine, seemingly recovering. He took a few deep breaths, and the scale membrane on his body seemed to stretch out slightly. He raised his head and said, "Old Fourth, keep an eye out."

A burly man took out a handgun, stood up without a word, and walked outside.

He wore a hood, leaving only a slit for his eyes. After walking out of the sentry post, there was a relatively wide platform. He took a few more steps and aimed his gun at the figure speeding up from below.

At this moment, the bullets from below were also flying over. But whether they hit his torso or limbs, they were deflected away, having no effect at all. One of them hit his forehead, only causing him to tilt his head. The hood was torn open, revealing the dark black shell underneath.

Chen Chuan stared ahead. From the bottom to the top of the sentry post was roughly a straight-line distance of over a hundred meters, but there were three relatively narrow bends in between.

This meant that even if the person charging up was fast, he would have to slow down at the turns and expose his side to the gunman guarding the sentry post for a certain distance.

But when he was passing the bends, his speed remained the same. Only at the instant of arriving there did he stomp hard with his foot, creating a pit in the ground, and then his body swished sideways to the other end.

Because his speed was too fast, the strong man couldn't accurately aim at his figure. After firing repeatedly, the bullets all landed behind him.

After Chen Chuan passed two bends in a row, the strong man then took out another handgun from his waist, holding both guns with both hands, aiming at the last bend, and the two guns were subtly separated, covering the front and rear positions. This way, as long as Chen Chuan passed through from below, there was no way he could escape the barrage of his bullets.

Before Chen Chuan was about to arrive at the third bend, he made an unexpected move. He didn't continue forward, but instead twisted his body halfway, stomping heavily on the ground, leaping into the air, and actually jumped over the wide and deep gully of five or six meters, landing on the last straight section. As soon as he raised his head, directly in front of him was the strong man.

The strong man reacted quickly. The handguns that were originally separated outwards immediately converged inwards, firing at him with a bang bang. Chen Chuan lowered his body after landing, rushing up suddenly, and even made left and right swaying movements during this process. The bullets only caused the soil behind him to explode.

His speed was extremely fast, and he rushed across a distance of nearly ten meters in the blink of an eye. Then, the long saber slashed upwards diagonally, an arm flying into the air. He took another step to the side, and as he brushed past the strong man, the blade swung horizontally!

With a 'thud', a deep footprint appeared under his feet, and his figure suddenly stopped. Raising his head again, the entrance to the sentry post was five steps away.

He shook the blade of his wrist and slowly walked there.

Behind him, the strong man stood for a moment, then the severed upper body fell over, followed by the lower body being brought down to the ground.

In this process, whatever implanted armor, modified bones, or protective clothing were all cut in two with a single slash!

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