Chapter 45: People and horses fall
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In the chaos of the battle, the invisible monk was startled.
The glowing pupils of Jiang Xia in front of him made him feel as if a disaster was about to happen.
Just as he was about to retreat, he saw Jiang Xia raising his hand and throwing an activated, egg-sized thing with blue arcs jumping out of it towards his feet.
"boom"
A faint blue light burst out, and the plasma formed by the ionization of huge amounts of atomic clusters swept across the surrounding area several meters like tentacles, covering everything in the flickering violent light.
Amid the backdrop of the exploding plasma, Jiang Xia moved his shoulders and hooked his finger at the fourth guy beside him, who immediately threw him a black Colt with an empty bullet.
Jiang Xia took it in his hand, took out the magazine from his pocket, and put it into the magazine with a click.
He raised his head and saw that the green-robed monk who had come to cause trouble about ten meters in front of him had been frightened and was now dragging Jasmine, who had just broken free from the rope, and was running away into the distance.
Jiang Xia started to chase after him, and took a fully equipped M4 from Su on the way. He said in the chip communication:
"You added a new insert to the chip you replaced, right ? Then give him a surprise, Jasmine."
"Yes, boss!"
Jasmine just responded.
Screams were heard from the crowd on the other side.
"withdraw!"
In the chaos, more than half of the monks were knocked down.
I can't bear it any longer.
They are screaming.
The heavy firepower coming from the rear was too fierce, with hundreds of bullets fired per second, which stunned these inferior monks. Some of them held fire in their hands, but could not tell where the enemy was.
Su and his team activated optical shielding, and like chameleons, they almost blended into the surrounding environment. During this chaotic time, the panicked monks had no time to capture the target with their spiritual thoughts.
He could only grab the fireball and throw it around, causing dust to explode and fly.
Full of momentum, zero damage.
There were also those who could control the wind. Seeing that the situation was not good, he gathered up his spiritual energy and rushed into the sky to support his body.
He was about to mobilize his spiritual energy to sweep the battlefield with wind blades, but then, with a piercing scream, an oncoming rocket came flying towards him like a heavy punch.
Under the monk's wide-open gaze, the four tail fins suddenly spread out.
"boom"
The flames from the mid-air explosion shot up into the sky.
Amidst the smoke and dust, the monk fell to the ground, and all his magic weapons and clothes were set on fire.
He is indeed a monk.
He was hit in the face by an RPG, but he was only seriously injured.
There was another one who ran very fast, and seemed to be practicing the illusion technique.
When Su and several soldiers rushed over, the monk sneered, swayed his body, and transformed into five or six real illusions, each casting a spell that was dazzling.
Ten meters in front of him, Su seemed to be frightened. The dark and thin soldier stood in place, holding a modular black semi-automatic heavy sniper in his hand.
His eyes widened, then blinked.
"Humph, a mere mortal!"
The phantom monk sneered, and seeing that Su was intimidated, he immediately controlled the phantom and pounced towards Su.
But the next moment, Su raised the gun and pulled the trigger.
"boom"
It was a standard three-point fire, with three 12.7mm caliber cuties fired in less than a second, piercing through layers of phantoms and accurately hitting the monk's real body. At this close distance, the brutal anti-material bullets were fully powerful.
A defensive magic weapon on the latter's body was directly destroyed, and the whole person looked stunned.
But blood gushed out from his waist, and he could not maintain the clone spell in the severe pain, so he could only fall to the ground screaming.
Su rushed forward, grabbed the Taser from his waist, and shot the guy. The high voltage current passed through his body, causing him to tremble and pass out.
"What? It's so fancy."
Sue complained.
As he spoke, the vision in his left eye was changing from thermal imaging detection mode to normal search mode.
On the other side, the fourth brother was not doing well.
He emptied two magazines and ended up encountering a savage man charging towards him amid a hail of bullets.
He was a cultivator who practiced physical cultivation. His body was made of steel and iron. He was able to withstand a barrage of bullets but only sustained superficial injuries. He ran like a wild bull, with a faint phantom of a yellow bell visible on his body surface.
He seemed to have determined that the skinny old man was easy to bully.
He chased the fourth brother and beat him up.
The fourth brother raised the Colt in his hand and fired, emptying a magazine, but the small-caliber bullets hit the body cultivator, sending out sparks, and only a few penetrated into the flesh.
But it was caught by the muscles and could not cause any more damage.
The man rushed towards the fourth brother with a hideous grin, and the fourth brother was so scared that he ran away.
"Liu! Use this!"
Sue's shout came from the other side.
The fourth brother suddenly turned his head, like a basketball expert, stretched out his hand, and followed the trajectory calculated by the chip in his left eye, and accurately caught the black Remington M870 thrown by Su in his hand.
But when he stopped, he was bumped by the body cultivator behind him and knocked to the ground.
This brutal collision made the fourth brother's eyes go black.
It feels like all the bones are broken.
He fell to the ground in pain, grimacing.
There was also information flowing in the chip communication, which was a data packet, which was the shotgun usage tutorial sent by Su. The fourth brother downloaded the information flow to the chip.
He is already very familiar with this manipulation.
Download, unzip, and run it all in one go.
The next moment, following the instructions in his mind, Lao Si grabbed the handguard with his left hand, pulled it back, and loaded the bullet into the classic replica high-powered shotgun in his hand.
The muzzle of the gun was raised, like a short spear , pointing at the chest of the body cultivator who was rushing towards him.
"boom"
The trigger was pulled, and a large single-headed bullet was fired from the muzzle. The strong recoil caused Lao Si's wrist to hurt severely.
The gun holding posture is not quite right, but the effect is excellent.
With kinetic energy several times stronger than a pistol bullet, the single-barreled bullet hits the body cultivator's chest.
This time it was not just a superficial injury.
The explosive force of the concentrated shooting at such a close distance pushed the practitioner backwards, his entire chest was covered in blood and flesh, and the effectiveness of the basic body-building technique was broken.
"XXX!"
The fourth one blurted out a curse word he learned from those wastelanders of Su.
He jumped up, loaded another bullet with a click, jumped over, and shot the body cultivator who was trying to get up. Blood spurted out from the man's shoulder and he screamed in pain.
The surging adrenaline made the fourth brother violent at this moment.
Seeing the body cultivator roaring at him with bared teeth, the fourth brother spat a mouthful of blood, rushed forward, and smashed the monk's left cheek with the butt of his gun.
He then pointed the hot, black muzzle of the gun at the body cultivator's eyes.
The latter was very dissatisfied.
But looking at the murderous eyes of the fourth brother, and then at the black smoke shining from the muzzle of the gun.
Finally, the body-refining monk gritted his teeth.
He closed his eyes in humiliation and stopped resisting.
“Clear!”
“Clear!”
Replies came one after another in the communication. Su looked around and saw one of his brothers "fighting" with another monk.
The monk was wrapped in flames and looked very majestic. He held fireballs as big as bowls in his hands and threw them everywhere.
The wasteland warrior opposite him was very agile and seemed to have installed leg prostheses. He jumped around like a spring man and was always able to avoid the fireballs .
After he landed again, he seemed to be tired of this dodging game and raised his left hand. Under the stunned gaze of the monk, the bionic material on the palm of the warrior's hand was cut open.
A metal tube popped out from the palm of my hand, like a faucet.
"Fell!"
The wasteland warrior sneered.
The next moment, a high-temperature flame spurted out from the pipe in the palm of his hand.
The two sides were five or six meters apart, and the fire dragon spewed out by the flamethrower almost instantly covered the monk who was playing with fire.
"Morty! Stop playing, he's dying!"
Sue shouted.
The life signal of the monk monitored by his left eye was rapidly weakening. At his scolding, the wasteland warrior who was having fun curled his lips and turned off the flamethrower.
The flames of thousands of degrees dissipated, leaving only a burned and embarrassed person.
At this point, the encounter ended within three to five minutes of starting due to the Wasteland Gang's absolute firepower advantage.
More than a dozen low-ranking monks who came to provoke all fell to the ground. The two who escaped wisely chose to surrender under the threat of the glaring gun.
On Jiang Xia's side, he followed the green-robed monk and ran more than ten steps away. He emptied half of the magazine of the M4 in his hand and broke the opponent's spiritual shield. The latter felt that there were pursuers behind him.
He suddenly stopped, turned around, waved his sleeves, and there was a sharp and piercing sound.
Something like a hidden weapon stabbed towards Jiang Xia head-on.
As his scalp began to tingle, the stress program in the chip was immediately activated. With electricity surging in his mind, Jiang Xia felt that everything around him suddenly slowed down ten times.
He clearly saw three green spikes coming towards him.
They looked like they were made of polished bones, and the surface was very rough, but there was light flickering on the bone cones, making them look like extraordinary objects. Perhaps they were some kind of magical weapon?
Bullet time was triggered, Jiang Xia raised the M4 in his hand like a shield, and the next moment, three bone spikes broke the metal gun and flew out in a spiral amid flying debris.
The blue-robed monk also widened his eyes.
How could this mortal, at this distance, dodge his proudest magic weapon, the Soul-Grabbing Cone?
How can this be?
"Let you hide again!"
The monk gritted his teeth, hooked his fingers, and the ritual weapon connected with his mind and spirit whistled in the air, then turned and stabbed again at Jiang Xia who was unarmed.
At the same time, he felt that his other wrist was also grasped by five fingers.
The blue-robed cultivator lowered his head.
He saw the girl, whose collar he had buttoned, holding his wrist tightly with her left hand.
Those big brown eyes were filled with hostility.
"Tear it up"
The sound of electricity piercing the air was heard as the arc of electricity ran through Jasmine's prosthetic left arm.
In the newly replaced six-slot chip, the bioelectric enhancement plug-in function was activated, and combined with the discharge of the capacitor in the prosthesis, Jasmine's petite body was instantly wrapped in a layer of dazzling electric clothing.
Like an electric rat.
The instantaneous high-voltage electric shock passed through the green-robed monk's wrist and spread to his limbs and bones, causing his mind to tremble violently, as if he was a small fly that fell into a deadly spider web.
"ah!"
It was as if all the internal organs were roasted at that moment.
The heart-wrenching pain made the green-robed monk scream. Jasmine, who was being held by him, nimbly kicked the fellow in the chest in the air, and the whole person fell to the ground like a monkey.
His limbs twitched violently.
The terrible paralysis spread from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and under the bombardment of high voltage electricity, he temporarily lost control of his body. He could only watch Jiang Xia pick up his fallen magic weapon and then strode towards him.
"Are you okay?"
Jiang Xia pulled Jasmine up from the ground and asked a question. The girl with goggles around her neck rubbed her butt, nodded to the boss and smiled.
"I'm glad you're okay."
Jiang Xia turned around and set his gaze on the struggling green-robed monk.
He squatted down, put the cold muzzle of the large-caliber revolver in his hand against the monk's forehead, and said:
"How much money did Liu Ruyi give you to trouble us?"
The monk did not answer.
He was still paralyzed and couldn't speak at all, but he felt the coldness on his forehead. He had a premonition that something was wrong and wanted to beg for mercy.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, the thick barrel of the gun was stuffed between his teeth.
"Forget it, I don't actually want to know that."
Jiang Xia grinned and moved his fingers.
"boom"
The muffled gunshot and the sound of heavy objects breaking completely blocked the monk's unspoken words in his exploded mouth, and the splattered blood fell on Jiang Xia's face.
Warm, with a fishy smell.
The blood of this monk is no different from that of a normal person.
