Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 552 Firepower is justice

The tracks of the armored vehicle rolled over the broken road. Zhou Jian stood on the roof of the command vehicle, his eyes narrowed into slits behind his goggles.

In the distance, a terrifying giant spider made up of hundreds of corpses was crumbling under the old man's fist, and the flying bones and flesh fell like a beautiful rainstorm.

"Hahaha!"

Zhou Jian suddenly burst into laughter, and slapped the armor plate heavily with his rough palm.
"So many corpses, how insane! These are definitely the most evil thugs of [Fate]!"

"Send the order!"

Zhou Jian suddenly put away his smile, and clenched his palms towards the street fiercely, as if he wanted to burst the entire street.
"Block off the streets and clean everything up!"

Inside the command vehicle, the young messenger widened his eyes and said in a daze:

"Report to the captain, judging from the man's attire, he should be a scavenger..."

Before he could finish his words, the deputy captain interrupted him coldly:

"If the captain says so, then it's done. Otherwise, you will be the captain."

The messenger's face turned pale immediately.

The vice-captain's electronic prosthetic eye flashed a dangerous red light, and his mechanical vocal cords emitted a cold synthetic sound:
"The First Iron Rule of the Survey Corps?"

"Absolutely, absolutely obey orders!" the messenger answered loudly.

The deputy captain stared at the messenger and said, "Execute!"

The messenger quickly picked up the microphone and shouted, and the order was instantly transmitted to the entire convoy through the encrypted channel:

"Find [Destiny]! Clean the streets! Fire!"

The turrets of twelve "Rhino" class armored vehicles turned simultaneously, and the hydraulically driven gun barrels locked onto the target with the sound of mechanical calibration.

The charging indicator light turned from green to red, the energy core hummed and vibrated, and a dazzling orange light lit up at the muzzle.

boom--!
The first salvo tore through the street.

The high-explosive warhead exploded the moment it hit the ground, and the shock wave spread in a circular shape, causing waves several meters high on the road.

The location where the old man was located was covered thoroughly, the temperature at the center of the explosion suddenly rose to thousands of degrees, and the air was distorted in the high temperature.

The dangerous buildings and houses on both sides collapsed under the impact, the steel skeletons broke like dead branches, and concrete fragments fell like heavy rain.

The scavengers hiding in the ruins didn't even have time to scream before they were torn into pieces by the shock wave. The broken limbs and arms carbonized in the high temperature and turned into charred debris that floated away.

Zhou Jian leaned on the roof of the command vehicle, and the deputy captain respectfully helped him light the cigar. The tobacco of the cigar glowed slightly in the firelight.

He took a deep breath, and the smoke rings he exhaled twisted and dissipated in the aftermath of the explosion.

"Push forward."

The armored convoy slowly rolled over the ruins in a wedge formation, its tracks crushing the charred corpses with a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.

The barrel of the vehicle-mounted automatic machine gun rotated at high speed, and the infrared scanner locked onto every heat source. Whether it was the survivors hiding behind the wall or the wounded trying to climb out of the rubble, they were all penetrated by the armor-piercing bullets in the next second.

The concrete wall was torn apart like paper, and the bullet was able to accurately hit the target after penetrating three layers of obstacles, turning the flesh and blood into a sieve.

The old man rushed out from the smoke and dust of the explosion, his clothes were all burnt and tattered, leaving only his underpants, and his exposed skin was covered with burns.

Pants are also a product of the old civilization. They are red and have an "S" pattern on them.

He roared, his fists glowed with golden light, and he suddenly swung out a fist to subdue demons and eliminate evil.

boom!
The wind from his fist shattered the oncoming rain of bullets, and the shell casings exploded and splattered like glass.

But the next moment, the armored vehicle's fire control system had been recalibrated, and a denser barrage of bullets came like a tide. The computer-controlled firepower network had no gaps and no pauses. After each wave of bullet rain was shattered, the next wave would cover it with a more precise angle and more intense firepower.

The old man staggered back. Although the wind from his fist could shatter steel, it could not shatter the endless torrent of firepower.

The rain of bullets was like a thorn in the flesh, one wave after another. In a sense, it was a kind of immortality that was more terrifying than evil sacrifices and more unsolvable than curses.

As a ghoul of the corpses of the past, how could the old man not understand the power of technology.

Aren’t the corpses of the past themselves the most indelible witnesses and witnesses of the power of science and technology?

Legend has it that the ultimate invention of technology is buried in the deepest circle of the ancient ruins, which can change the world with just a casual shot.

In that era, gods and evil spirits were all in a long sleep.

Ask yourself, do they want to fall asleep?
A beast-like roar burst out from the old man's throat, the muscles in his right arm were twisted like the roots of an old tree, and his Demon-Subduing and Evil-Evil-Eradication Fist turned into afterimages all over the sky.

Every punch he threw was accompanied by the sound of muscles and bones popping, and the blood in his body surged like boiling water, flowing wildly through his meridians.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his temples were throbbing, and just a few breaths seemed to last a long time. He felt exhausted, but he didn't dare to pause for the slightest. He could only muster all his strength to perform the Demon Subduing and Evil Exterminating Fist faster.

He couldn't retreat too fast because there was no one behind him who could help him escape. Even if he stumbled, he would still be able to escape.

He didn't even dare to turn around.

Because, when facing the evil sacrifice, running away might give you a glimmer of hope, but if you turn your back to the fire network, you will really die without leaving any trace.

"Resisting stubbornly and refusing to change is indeed the style of [Fate]. Humph—"

Zhou Jian finished smoking a cigar, and the impatience on his face had turned into naked murderous intent.

Inside the city walls, the Survey Corps still had to be cautious in what they did and pretend to abide by those ridiculous rules, so they were unable to launch firepower.

But outside the city, the Survey Corps can really do whatever they want.

Because the muzzle of the gun is truth and firepower is justice!

"Kill him!"

Zhou Jian threw away the cigarette butt.

The armored vehicle continued to advance like a steel behemoth. The rear hatch hydraulic device made a harsh "hiss" sound and slowly lowered. A team of special forces soldiers wearing black exoskeletons filed out.

These warriors tapped their toes lightly, and the vector thrusters under their feet spewed out a dark blue tail flame, which, combined with the energy and blood surging in their bodies, instantly broke through the sound barrier.

A series of milky white sonic boom clouds exploded in the air. Their figures left a series of blurry afterimages in the air and quickly circled behind the old man.

When the essence of thousand-year-old martial arts began to merge with technology and act on the army, violent killing machines became like commodities on an assembly line - standardized, mass-produced, and enough to make anyone who rebelled against the rule feel despair.

If I sentence you to death, you die, no negotiation!

bang bang bang-

A few gunshots rang out and the old man looked ashen.

He slowly lowered his head and saw a bloody hole in the shape of a Chinese character "品" (Chinese character for "品") on his chest, with smoke coming out of the edge.

"ho"

A broken breath came out of his throat.

You can block the frontal firepower network, but you can't block the cold gunfire from behind.

The Demon-Subduing and Evil-Exterminating Fist can subdue demons and exterminate evil, but it can't defend against the bright flames that spew out from the muzzle of a steel gun...
The old man swayed twice, and the body fell forward unwillingly. In the last moment of his consciousness, he saw a red line popping out from the pile of corpses and shooting into his forehead...

(End of this chapter)