Volume 2: Scales in the Pond Chapter 267 Crushing
Jin Laobiao used to hang around in various places, and was generally used as a tool or mascot. Others would not risk offending the boss to mess with him, but they would not respect him either.
"Invite? Brother Biao, I think you need to change your mindset. First of all, are those people in your mind members of any official organization?"
"Of course not, they all have criminal records." Jin Laobiao has never worked in the officialdom.
"That's it, isn't it? Let's do this, wait till I get a few people here, then we'll go to their door and use weapons and gold to persuade them. If they're willing to listen to us, we'll give them money to strengthen the Seed of Jealousy—"
"If you don't want to, just do it all!" Jin Laobiao answered quickly.
Yes, we now have the seeds of earth-level jealousy. Why should we reason with those desperadoes?
I invited you to give you face. If you don’t agree, then you are not giving me face. If you don’t give me face, I will be furious!
"Let's do it. By the way, we will have to cross the border later, so these things..."
These supernatural materials and gold are his treasures and he can't bear to throw them away.
"If you want to take them away together, you can only find a snakehead. I know some who can do it safely and reliably, but the price is a bit high."
The human traffickers Wu Xinfeng mentioned are of course his own people. It is normal for the prices to be high, just to help his family make some extra money.
Jin Laobiao still feels the pain when he thinks about the fee that old fox paid to bring them back to China last time.
But he still gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, as long as it's safe."
Once we return to the Triangle area, we will have a safe and reliable base. We can then bury the things underground, safely and hidden, and we won’t have to drag them around anymore.
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
Wu Xinfeng simply took a few gold bricks and left, which made Jin Laobiao so painful that his facial features were distorted.
This is too expensive!
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Life is peaceful and quiet on campus. Students have diverse interests and talk about everything.
And when no one noticed, the war broke out quietly.
Shunling is located in the Central Plains. It is the tomb of an emperor during a chaotic period in history. He is considered to be one of the weaker emperors in China. The emperor ascended the throne at a young age, and others were in charge of government affairs and held power. The country soon changed dynasties.
He did not achieve any great achievements throughout his life, but fortunately, when he ascended the throne, a mausoleum was built according to ancient system, so he could lie in it smoothly after his death.
Tombs like this that house the afterlife kingdom are usually sparsely populated.
Because they will set up wandering generals around the imperial mausoleum as a guard.
And because of the special energy erosion, no vegetation can grow around.
Since food cannot be grown in the fields, people naturally don't want to live nearby, making the area seem even more desolate.
It is very quiet here, there are no birds, only the sound of the wind.
At 10 o'clock in the morning, a silver missile with a green glow suddenly came from the sky, ignoring a layer of water wave-like space defense and penetrating into it.
Subsequently, a violent explosion from within the imperial mausoleum destroyed the integrity of its defensive structure, and a huge crack more than 20 meters long and 8 meters wide was torn open, releasing flames and shock waves.
Smoke and fire flew out, and through the gaps, one could see a kingdom of the dead that existed thousands of years ago.
But a section of the city wall of the kingdom inside had collapsed, and a huge crater appeared on the ground, completely destroying the solid defense structure.
The edges of the crack were constantly twisting, trying to heal, but a strange substance in the air that diffused out after the missile explosion prevented the space from healing itself.
This was a raid.
The wandering general in the wasteland was startled by the explosion and rode his horse to check what had happened.
But when he rushed over riding an armored warhorse, the head suddenly stopped in mid-air, leaving only the headless body running out by inertia, and then broke into hundreds of dried pieces.
Behind him, his subordinates, the ghost soldiers, were also pierced through the head by a few slight gunshots, and both the men and horses turned into mummies.
A team of psychics wearing black integrated armor and tactical helmets appeared from the air. It was obvious that they had been lying in ambush for a long time.
Before General Youhun could say anything, his head was cut into more than ten pieces by the sharp mental power.
"Stay alert."
The team leader gave the order, then tapped twice on the screen on his arm, marking the location of a 'Xuan-level soul'.
This was a temporary request from their superiors, asking them to mark the locations of Xuan-level and above souls as much as possible when the battle was not intense, and someone would come to collect them.
Their actions were silent. They had already been lurking nearby, waiting for the signal to appear, and then they eliminated the Wandering General and his subordinates near the imperial tomb.
And near the space crack created by the missile, another space crack quietly appeared, and the two space cracks faced each other.
But behind it are ruins.
Behind the other one is a neat team of psychics, who are already ready to go.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——
Several rounds of rockets flew over and hit the imperial mausoleum. Then more than ten figures flashed by and entered the gap of the imperial mausoleum first.
Boom boom
The sound of explosions continued to be heard from inside. More than a dozen earth-level psychics opened their mental barriers to block the smoke and shock waves. They placed equipment on the ground to make the space rifts bigger and expose more of the imperial tomb.
Afterwards, tanks, combat vehicles equipped with special equipment, and troop carriers also entered the imperial mausoleum in an orderly manner.
They were firing as they moved forward. There were powerful psychics in front who had already entered the group. There were also psychics on special vehicles equipped with psychic enhancement devices who were guiding them in the direction of attack.
In addition to the individual figures outside the combat vehicles, each one exudes a powerful aura and can act independently to ensure the safety of the large force and avoid sneak attacks.
The two space cracks were only a few dozen meters apart, and a faint roar could be heard from inside the imperial mausoleum, but it was quickly drowned out by the sound of the explosion.
There is no doubt that this is a soft persimmon, but there is more than one persimmon to be squeezed today. No matter how soft or hard it is, all persimmons will be squeezed.
Attack in multiple places and clean up all the imperial tombs that have fled to the underworld. A huge number of psychics have been mobilized. There are hundreds of earth-level psychics in each battlefield alone.
"It was a one-sided crushing defeat."
Qiao Ji was naturally watching the live broadcast of the war remotely.
His gaze simply didn't linger on the earth-level psychics, lest they notice anything, but it was still possible for him to just overlook the battlefield.
In this war, the Air Force only used helicopters because fixed-wing aircraft could hardly operate in the imperial mausoleum, mainly because the entrance was too narrow and the space inside the mausoleum was not large. If fighter jets entered, they would probably have to fly in circles.
But even so, the ground forces captured the imperial tombs one after another with great ease.
Qiao Ji saw that there were many powerful generals at the earth-level with special abilities in every imperial mausoleum . If the ancient war process was followed, there might be a process of shouting and cursing in front of the battle and fighting between the two sides.
But modern countries will not play a one-on-one duel with you. After successfully opening the passage and entering, they will directly use a swarm of shells to clear the way. One shell after another will swoop into the interior of the imperial mausoleum like migratory birds returning home. Under the guidance of reconnaissance-type psychics, they will strike at all resistance targets within range, smashing everything along the way, and pushing forward with tracks pressing on the scorching ground.
The interior of the imperial mausoleum is a space like a chicken egg. The main building is a small city with a city wall. In ancient times, this was a strong nail that would break a tooth if you wanted to dig it out.
But for modern firepower, this kind of fixed target is quite refreshing to hit.
City wall?
May it be reduced to ashes along with your walls!
