Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

Chapter 508 Internal Fight (6K)

Near the Olympic Village Street!
The 40th Mechanized Infantry Division has surrounded the area within a radius of three kilometers.

On the ground, main battle tanks and armored vehicles blocked the streets, snipers occupied the commanding heights of high-rise buildings, soldiers were armed with live ammunition, and armed helicopters were hovering in the sky on standby.

On the streets of the Olympic Village, 20 genetic warriors were scattered on the floors of various buildings, communicating with each other through headsets.

Miao Lun was sitting in a room, which used to be the boss' office, but now no one was there.

"Remove armor!"

Miao Lun pressed a few times on the life-giving armor on his body, and the silver armor flowed like mercury, continuously flowing toward the ground, continuously expelling the air inside, like a shrinking sponge, and finally in front of Miao Lun, it turned into a strange life in the shape of a water drop that was a circle larger than a basketball.

Miao Lun stretched out his hand and held it in his palm.

It feels slimy and springy to the touch, has a meaty texture, and looks like an oversized piece of jelly.

Its life form is somewhat similar to that of Tai Sui. Tai Sui, a fleshy Ganoderma lucidum, is neither an animal nor a plant, but an aggregate of slime mold bacteria and fungi. It is known as the fourth life form on the blue planet.

Its overall shape is an oval teardrop, with some tiny crystal picks embedded on the surface. There is also a red liquid metal flowing on the surface, making it look like a dragon fruit.

If there were any cultivators from the Tianyuan World here, they would recognize that these crystals were a material for making flying swords, called Yuan magnetic crystals.

The function of the Yuan magnetic crystal is to combine it with the spiritual power of the cultivator, allowing the person to control the flying sword and shuttle through the void as if it were his own arm.

That liquid metal is called Xuan Ning Iron, a spiritual metal that becomes liquid at room temperature. It has good defense and metallic ductility. The combination of the two is the reason why the mechanical life-colonizing suit has strong defense and can change with the host's mind.

This life-giving armor is also the latest result of Su Jie's cultivation using the Wanbian Insect Classic, by combining a variety of poisonous insects with tumors.

Miao Lun didn't understand the principle, he only knew that the process of adapting to this mechanical life-colonizing suit was extremely painful since he was assigned it.

Because the life-robbing suit has life, it will organically combine with the host.

That feeling was like chiseling a hole in the body, and then grafting this life-giving armor into the body and cultivating it with one's own flesh and blood.

The plant grafting technique is to graft the branches or buds of a plant onto the stem or root of another plant so that the two connected parts can grow into a complete plant.

The fusion process between Miao Lun and the Machine Life Colonization Suit was similar to biological grafting. It took a full month for him to finally adapt to the Machine Life Colonization Suit.

In the Iron Camp, many genetic warriors could not stand this kind of mental torture and physical rejection reaction. Some of them gave up and chose to continue wearing the first generation of life colonization suits.

Those who can adapt to this second-generation mechanical life-breeding suit are the best among genetic warriors.

As for ordinary people, it is impossible for them to use the life-stealing suit. Their physical conditions are far too poor. If they use it forcefully, they will be directly sucked dry.

Although the process was painful, the increase in Miao Lun's combat power after the fusion was extremely exaggerated.

The more advanced mechanical life-robot suit greatly enhances the body's functions compared to the first-generation life-robot suit. It has a higher upper limit of defense, flexibility, strength, etc., and its use can be varied in form. The highly fluid shaping characteristics enrich the genetic warriors' combat methods. In addition, its portability and concealment enable the genetic warriors to better complete special operations.

For example, if one wanted to sneak into a city to carry out an assassination, the huge size of the first-generation life-colonization suit, which was more than three meters high, could not be transported in openly, and it was not so convenient to wear and use.

The second-generation mechanical life-colonizing suit is only the size of a basketball, making it difficult to be scanned by equipment. It can be easily carried in and out of various places. During combat, it can merge with the body within a few seconds, covering the surface of the body with armor, and instantly unleashing full combat power.

Miao Lun took out a bottle of translucent liquid from his backpack and poured it carefully on the life-saving suit. This was the nutrient solution of the life-saving suit and also the spiritual liquid liquefied from the spiritual stone.

When the spiritual liquid was poured on it, the life-stealing apparatus immediately absorbed it, like a thirsty dry land, absorbing it all.

Then, the life-stealing suit expanded and compressed with each breath, and became a circle larger than at the beginning. The originally dim luster turned silvery white like a mirror again.

This life-robot suit has a self-repair function. Because it is a special life form, it also has the self-healing ability of a living organism. As long as it is given spiritual fluid to absorb, it can maintain its combat effectiveness, unless the damage exceeds the upper limit of the life-robot suit, causing the life-robot suit to die.

On the contrary, without the spiritual fluid, the life-giving suit would starve to death within a few days. This is something that only the Jeko Group can use.

After finishing the repair of the mechanical life-breathing suit, Miao Lun took out an unmarked cell phone from his pocket and made a call.

A few seconds later, the call was connected, and Miao Lun said with a serious face, "Commander Su, this is Miao Lun, the plan is going smoothly."

"I'm watching your live news broadcast. Good job. How is the actual combat effect of the machine life colonization suit?"

Su Jie's voice came from the phone.

By using the JECCO Group’s own satellite network for communications, there is no need to worry about monitoring and sabotage by the United States.

"Very strong, no, too strong. Compared with the first generation, the second generation of the life-saving equipment is fully optimized. Our actual combat data is recorded in the onboard memory, and we will export it to the computer when we return to continue the transformation of the life-saving equipment. However, I think that the life-saving equipment has reached the level of popularization equipment, and our Steel Battalion can carry out a comprehensive replacement."

When Miao Lun talked about the mechanical life colonization suit, his tone became high.

"This kind of equipment needs to be adjusted based on the experience of you frontline users. Now that your mission is completed, prepare to return."

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Miao Lun stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the building. He looked coldly at the National Guard team that had cautiously broken in. These teams were evacuating the people in the encirclement.

Because there were a large number of stranded people in the encirclement, with the number reaching tens of thousands, even if the 40th Mechanized Infantry Division had brought in heavy weapons, they did not dare to open fire with them.

"Captain, the National Guards are trying to persuade us to surrender. They said if we don't come out, they will bombard us. Also, there are reporters downstairs who want to interview us."

The voices of other team members came through the headset, with a somewhat joking tone.

"If they dared to bomb indiscriminately, they wouldn't have waited until now to do it."

Miao Lun glanced and saw a news interview car. The other party slipped in from somewhere.

"Let them come up."

Miao Lun thought about it and gave the instruction to let them go.

Soon, a man and a woman got off the news car. The man was carrying a camera and the woman was holding a microphone. They were wearing a tight skirt and walked up the stairs.

The female reporter was about 40 years old. Her name was Blanca and she was a reporter from CBS, one of the three major radio and television companies in the United States.

This time she ventured in just to interview the front-line news, and the reason she was able to get in was that she entered the scene early and did not leave before the National Guard blocked the area and there was still fighting.

When Blanca was brought to Miao Lun, she was somewhat nervous, but more excited because she was going to get the hottest exclusive news.

"Hello, Mr. Miao Lun. I am Blanca, a reporter from CBS. Thank you for giving me this interview opportunity."

Blanca tried her best to keep a smile on her face, so as not to do anything wrong and anger the other party and start a fight.

Miao Lun was not surprised that the other party called out his name, after all, he was also an Olympic celebrity.

"Are you live streaming?"

Miao Lun glanced at the camera and asked this question.

"Yes, is that convenient?"

Blanca felt a little regretful. The live news broadcast she was interviewing must have had explosive ratings by now, but it was a pity that it was going to be cancelled.

After all, in Blanca's opinion, it was a blessing that the other party was willing to accept the interview, let alone a live broadcast.

"No, go ahead. Do you have any questions?"

Miao Lun waved his hand and did not ask the other party to turn off the live broadcast. He was eager to disgust the United States with its bad habits.

Blanca's face lit up with joy and she quickly handed the microphone to Miao Lun.

"Mr. Miao Lun, what do you have to say about the National Guard saying that you are a group of terrorists and that the Jeko Group is carrying out a deliberate attack against the United States?"

Miao Lun crossed his legs and said calmly, "Aren't terrorists the National Guard? We were enjoying hot pot and singing songs, and they suddenly rushed in and shouted at us to kill. They are the terrorists. Facing terrorists, do they want us to surrender and stretch our necks to be stabbed, and not allow us to defend ourselves? Isn't this bullying honest people?"

Legitimate self-defense?

Blanca's eyes twitched when she heard this word coming out of Miao Lun's mouth.

As far as she knew, at least a thousand National Guardsmen had died at the hands of Miao Lun and his group of genetic warriors. How could they fight against the army in self-defense and kill so many people? Did they really think this was the first drop of blood in the movie?

"Now the commander of the 40th Mechanized Infantry Division of the National Guard, Kulin, has spoken to the media. You have taken a large number of hostages to threaten the United States. He will use any means and at any cost to eliminate you in the city of Los Angeles."

"Hostages? Did you see us kidnapping anyone? On the contrary, what I saw was that they were persecuting innocent athletes like us. In the conflict just now, many athletes and civilians died because of their actions. They also persecuted our personal safety and freedom. We must ask them to give us an explanation."

Miao Lun argued convincingly and bit back directly.

Blanca was stunned. She almost thought Miao Lun was the victim because of his righteous tone. But in fact, at least thousands of National Guards had been killed by them. Who was the perpetrator?

"Then can you explain why you brought weapons in? How do you explain the mechas you are equipped with? If you didn't intend to attack, why did you bring the mechas in?"

"What individual mecha? It's just an ordinary weight-bearing training armor. We prepared it for the Olympics. It's to achieve better results. So is it weird to bring it with us?"

Hearing Miao Lun lying with his eyes open, Blanca felt like she couldn't hold it back any longer. The other party's shamelessness was beyond her imagination.

Not only Blanca, but also the American audience who were watching the live broadcast could not help but curse.

You call that invulnerable mecha a weight-bearing training armor? Do you really think they are ignorant? That's not how you tell lies.

Then he asked some more questions, and Miao Lun answered them all flawlessly. He came here just to cause trouble, so of course he would not tell the truth so honestly.

After sending away Blanca and his men, several genetic warriors nearby couldn't help but laugh.

"Battalion Commander, I think the commander of the 40th Mechanized Infantry Division will be so angry at you when he sees this news."

"Oh, that has nothing to do with me. Tell the brothers to get ready and start evacuating as soon as it gets dark." "Understood."

The administration building in downtown Los Angeles.

A motorcade drove up quickly and stopped downstairs. A team of CIA members in uniform, with efficient movements, serious faces and headsets came down.

The leader was none other than Judith, the CIA director who had rushed here from the Black Palace.

"Who are you here?"

As the guard approached, Judith had already pulled out his ID: "CIA, get out of the way."

"CIA? You don't enforce the law."

The guard was about to speak when he suddenly felt something pressing against his waist.

His body froze, and without looking he knew that what was pointed at him was a pistol.

Several security guards received the same treatment. Judith brought with him the elite members of the CIA's Field Division, a group of people who specialized in carrying out assassination and sabotage missions against political leaders. These security guards were no match for them.

"go!"

Judith took the lead and broke directly into the administrative building.

Many Los Angeles city officials working here were stunned. Someone recognized Judith and the others, his expression changed rapidly, and he immediately went to secretly make a phone call to inform them.

However, Judith was faster. He split his team into two groups. One group took the elevator directly to the seventh floor, and the other group went directly up the stairs. The seventh floor was the office of Los Angeles Mayor Franco.

However, halfway through the walk, the elevator suddenly stopped moving and the entire administrative building was completely without power.

Fortunately, Judith was prepared. He personally led the team up the stairs. Several staff members who wanted to set up roadblocks to block the door were kicked away by Judith and his men before they could do so.

On the seventh floor, Judith walked quickly towards the Los Angeles Mayor's office.

A man in a suit and tie came running over and blocked the door. "What are you doing? I'm Mayor Franco's secretary. Tell me if you have anything to say. Our mayor is not feeling well today and there's no one in the office."

"We will check ourselves if there is anyone there or not."

Judith said calmly, and the field agent beside him stepped forward and twisted the secretary's arm behind his back. The blow was so severe that it hurt so much that tears and snot came out of his eyes.

Bang!
The door was knocked open, and Judith and his group walked straight in.

Los Angeles Mayor Franco and California Governor Stewart were caught red-handed while trying to flee in disguise, wearing big sunglasses and baseball caps.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment. As their eyes met, Judith took a step forward.

"Where are you two going? I just got here and you're leaving. Are you really that unwelcoming?"

Franco coughed dryly and said, "We are just about to go downstairs to inspect. The matter is very urgent. Director Judith, please wait here for a while. We will come back and talk to you later."

Governor Turte also spoke up, "Such a big thing happened in Los Angeles, and we do have to deal with it. Chief Judith, we will not accompany you for now."

As they were talking, the two wanted to walk out of the office directly.

Unfortunately, Judith did not give them face, even though they held high positions of power in California.

"You two, I'm afraid you can't leave for the time being. We have something that requires your cooperation in our investigation. Please come back to New York with us."

After these words were spoken, Franco and Turte both looked unhappy.

Franco pointed at Judith and said, "Judith, you CIA dare to interfere in the country. What right do you have to do this? If there is anything to be done, it should be the FBI."

"If you leave now, I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, you'd better think about the consequences."

Tuart also had a gloomy expression and a threatening tone.

Judith's smile faded, and he snorted, "You guys have caused such a big mess in Los Angeles. If I let you continue to mess around, I don't know how big a mess you will cause. You must come back to the CIA headquarters with me today. No one can stop you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the CIA field agent behind him walked forward and handcuffed Franco and Turte expressionlessly and detained them.

"take away."

Judith waved his hand, and the group left quickly without stopping.

"Judith, you're dead. This is the end of your career as director."

Turte struggled continuously, but was hit twice by the field agent Bang Bang, and immediately became obedient, though he was still cursing.

"Whether I can continue to be the director is not up to you."

Judith lit a cigarette and said indifferently.

The CIA reports directly to the president, and the president applies for funding from Congress. It does not need to report to other departments and has no superior agency. The director is appointed directly by the president.

His status is equivalent to that of a close eunuch of the ancient emperor. He is a real insider. As long as the president does not lose power and helps him withstand the pressure, his rights will not be affected.

Of course, there is also a possibility that he will be abandoned afterwards and thrown out as a scapegoat.

But Judith has to do this, because if he doesn't, he can't wait until later and may be fired by the president at any time.

Judith had just walked to the door of the administrative building when sirens sounded outside.

Policemen came roaring in their police cars. They were state police, and as their name suggested, they belonged to the state government.

Not only that, Judith also saw the old rivals, the FBI, who also drove over.

The CIA and the FBI often fight each other because their functions often overlap. For example, in many transnational crimes, the FBI recruits many overseas federal police officers to conduct investigations in order to obtain more information about the criminals. In order to gain credit from the president, the CIA is not satisfied with just obtaining intelligence and often competes for law enforcement.

"Stop the traffic and let the helicopter take the people away."

Judith gave the order, and several field agents stuffed Franco and Turte into the car and drove away quickly.

Judith and other field agents parked their car across the road, blocking the way of the police cars and the FBI.

State troopers got out of police cars one by one, holding long and short guns.

There was also the FBI SWAT team, dressed in tactical uniforms, rushing over aggressively.

"CIA, what are you doing? You have no authority or reason to arrest the mayor and governor of Los Angeles. Get out of my way immediately."

"You have no domestic law enforcement authority. You are suspected of violating national laws. Bring the mayor and governor back immediately."

When the state police and FBI personnel saw Judith and other CIA members, they started to curse and some even raised their weapons.

The CIA was not to be outdone and raised their weapons at the same time, leading to a direct armed standoff between the two sides on the street.

"Do you know what you are doing? Are you trying to commit treason?"

Judith seemed to be unable to hear anything, and suddenly let out a loud roar that shook the entire place and even shocked the state police and the FBI.

"You must be aware of what's happening in the Los Angeles Olympic Village. Your good governor and mayor are dragging our country into a negative storm of international public opinion. If we're not careful, we could go into a full-scale war with the Jacko Group. Do you all like war?"

Spitting out the cigarette in his mouth, Judith pointed at the state police and the FBI and roared, "If we really go to war with the Jacko Group, I will have the president order you all to be sent to the front line of the battlefield to fight those genetic warriors. If you can survive, I will consider you lucky."

Arrogant! Domineering! Arrogant!

Those CIA field agents were all in high spirits and felt honored. It was worth their risk to be able to work with such a superior.

The state troopers swallowed their saliva, some of them intimidated by the other side.

"You think you are right just because you speak louder. We are enforcing national laws and regulations. Other matters are not our business. Now get out of my way immediately."

The FBI was not so easily fooled. They reacted by rushing forward, pushing the CIA agents, or driving their cars, trying to crash into the vehicles blocking the road.

"Stop them for me. I will be responsible if anything happens."

Judith rolled up his sleeves and punched an FBI agent in the face, leaving him with bruises all over his face.

Seeing that the director had taken action, the other CIA agents would not tolerate it any longer. They rushed forward and started fighting with the FBI special police.

The state police were all dumbfounded. As the ones with the least power, it was wrong to help this or that. They just stood there stupidly.

Fortunately, although the FBI and CIA took action, they knew how to restrain themselves. They only used fists and feet, and no one drew a gun and shot at each other. Fighting with fists is just a minor fight, but using guns is a completely different matter.

More than ten minutes later, the bruised and swollen CIA and FBI sides separated from each other, glaring at each other with gritted teeth. However, in the end, the CIA's hand-to-hand combat skills were superior. After all, the missions they performed were more dangerous, and many of them had undergone special forces training. Although they were outnumbered, they were the victorious side.

Buzz!

Judith's cell phone suddenly rang at this moment. Judith wiped the blood from his nose and saw that it was his subordinate calling.

As soon as the call was connected, the subordinate's voice came from the other end: "Boss, it's bad. They used an armed helicopter to transport people here first. Franco and the other two were kidnapped."

pat!

After a few seconds of silence, Judith's phone slipped from his hand and he pursed his lips tightly without saying a word.

In the end, it still failed!
(End of this chapter)