Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 745: The Power of the US Dollar

The people from Bureau 49 planned to find out more about the situation from Moldy. Judging from the other party's frightened and unlucky appearance, he had obviously suffered a great loss. It was a good opportunity for them to learn some experience from him, avoid falling into the same trap, and save a few lives.

Due to the heavy casualties, the colonel with a grim expression still answered the questions of Bureau 49. Because the place where the abnormal incident broke out was too special, they also bore enormous pressure.

"Don't be greedy. This is my only warning to you." The colonel recalled what happened before. He touched the gold coins in his pocket and finally gave this warning.

"Okay, we will pay attention, but what I want to ask is what kind of enemy you encountered." The person from Bureau 49 said helplessly while holding the notebook, because what the other party said was worthless.

At this moment, the two suddenly heard the sound of uniform footsteps of steel boots, which shocked them greatly, because the Extreme Warriors had silently followed the Dreadnought into Wall Street and had no intention of taking them to play together.

Being afraid has never been the style of the Ultramarines, and they are not reckless because they have the Ultramarines Captain, the Battle Priest, and the Holy Fearless by their side.

There is no need to say much about the Extreme Company Captain and the Battle Priest. The newly finalized Holy-class Dreadnought Mech is five meters tall, weighs eight tons, and uses the latest psychic engine. The power is so strong that it can do a front flip on the spot if you are not careful. The scene is comparable to an armored vehicle that can dance ballet.

The Holy Dreadnought's huge size and powerful power have led to upgraded weapons. Compared with ordinary Dreadnoughts, the long-range weapon on the left arm has been upgraded from a 25mm six-barreled machine gun to a 40mm four-barreled rapid-fire gun, and the right arm has a crushing power claw plus a heavy flamethrower that can destroy the turret in one shot. The broader shoulders are equipped with a missile launch nest that makes people with claustrophobia almost have a attack, and even a heavy-duty bolter for close defense is installed on the chest. It is no exaggeration to say that it is armed to the teeth.

The most important things are not these. The overall shape of the Holy Fearless adopts a lot of religious elements, and the edges and corners are not so clear, as if it is a knight fighting for God. Every inch of the armor is a blessed prayer, and there is also a holy seal and a huge iron halo behind it. Combined with the all-round psychic field generator with no dead angles, it has a strong resistance to physical and psychic energy, and is almost immune.

When the huge Holy Fearless stepped into the narrow Wall Street, the spiritual field released by itself collided with the field of greed, and the space was distorted. Sometimes it was a normal scene, and sometimes it was magnificent. Sometimes there were screams of pain, and sometimes there were decadent sounds. People could not tell which was real and which was an illusion, or they were unwilling to accept the reality.

On Wall Street, there are many similar situations, from becoming rich overnight and being sought after by thousands of people to going to the rooftop in the early morning and causing trouble for sanitation workers. So when the stock market is all green, it is best not to go to Wall Street, as you may easily become a scapegoat.

Unfortunately, people only want to see the good side and are unwilling to accept the cruel reality, so the incarnation of greed provides them with all the spiritual satisfaction they need.

As the Holy Fearless forced its way into the Realm of Greed with a roar, part of the truth that was hidden here was revealed.

Even if it was just a part of it, it made the extraordinary people in the 49th Bureau and the mold they had just experienced shudder, and they didn't dare to step into it at all.

Wall Street, which has lost its glorious halo and revealed its true side, is filled with people who look as haggard as zombies. No matter they were elites in suits and ties, ragged street vagrants, or fully armed soldiers, they now seem to have been drained of their bodies and souls, but their faces show the same satisfied smiles.

It was not the first time that the extraordinary people in Bureau 49 had encountered strange events, but this was the first time they had seen such a large-scale extraordinary event. They were extremely nervous and had no confidence at all.

In fact, the real reason is not this. Wall Street is only 500 meters long and the entire street is only ten meters wide. Even if the height of the buildings on both sides is added, the range is not large enough to cause fear.

The biggest problem is that they are tempted, their own greed is aroused, and now they are relying on the psychic shielding device on their bodies to hold on. This is still standing outside, if they really go in, they will probably fall into the illusion and be unable to extricate themselves.

They were afraid to move forward, but Bill and Bumblebee, who were full of justice, did not. They followed the Ultramarines without hesitation, but there was no one behind them.

Justice and hope are luxuries here. Even if they are impulsive for a moment, the gains and losses will bind these people to the spot.

Bill and Bumblebee walked with determination. It was not that they didn't understand, but that they were unwilling to understand. Otherwise, it would be too despairing.

As the roar of the grenade launcher sounded, the Ultramarines had made contact with the enemy.

Standing at the top of Wall Street and overlooking this money empire, the capital has become as it wished, a vampire that sucks money, life, and soul. Their inherent greed forces them to seize everything, but the bombs soon wake up the vampires. As they control the capital, they do not need to take risks themselves, and thus awaken the walking dead who are immersed in their beautiful dreams.

There are as many slaves to money as there are people on Wall Street, but facing the ultramarine warriors who crush everything, they can't play much of a role because they have been squeezed too dry. Each of them is like a starving person who has been hungry for half a year. At most, they can scare ordinary people.

Faced with the walking dead that were pouring in like a zombie tide, the Extreme Warriors didn't even waste their explosives. They just raised their roaring chainsaw swords and made the walking dead fall to the ground like dead branches and leaves. For this reason, the capital vampires had to increase their investment.

So the sticky oil flowing in the sewers was injected into the bodies of the zombies, just like soaking dried goods, making them plump again, and in a short period of time they became muscular strong men, whose muscles were swollen and had clear lines, and they were the kind that could go on stage to receive awards.

But it was not enough. It could only make the zombies stronger, but could not withstand the power of the bombs. So the falling US dollars turned into helmets, military uniforms and weapons.

If you don’t have enough fighting power, you can make up for it with US dollars.

However, when the US helicopters took off, when the US tanks roared, and when the zombies in US military uniforms and holding US rifles marched in a line, the mold standing outside Wall Street fell silent, for fear of accidental discharge, otherwise they would have dropped their guns to the ground on the spot.

The mold will remain silent, but the Extreme Warriors will not. They only care about where the enemy is, not who the enemy is.

The Extreme Captain stood at the front, with shield defenders holding storm shields on both sides. The Extreme Warriors cleared the building and occupied the commanding heights, while the Holy Dreadnoughts were important firepower points.

Powerful firepower, tacit cooperation, and iron will made the army of American swords fall in front of the Extreme Warriors, turning into smelly oil and shattered American swords, and then being ignited by heavy flamethrowers.

The thick black smoke rising above Wall Street today smells like money.

(End of this chapter)