Electronic Nezha

Chapter 199 Tang Sanzang
Fish have nerves, but I reckon a neurotoxin bomb that can destroy humans would have little effect on them. Cows have hearing, so why is there an idiom like "playing the lute to a cow"?
The most obvious reason is that after Yuan Yuan encountered danger last time, she told me not to use that bomb. The activation code for the bomb is "Yuan Yuan, save me!" Yuan Yuan said she couldn't save her, so what's the point of using it? After you finished reciting "Taishang Laojun, hurry as the law commands," Taishang Laojun told you to stop reciting it, so you'd better think of another way quickly.

What surprised me the most was that the murloc had gained an extra helper this time, and I'm pretty sure this helper is a human, a friend of the murloc. Could it be a seasoned sniper fishing master?
During the struggle, I swayed, and the fishman and his henchman were both startled. In that moment, I got a good look at the henchman's attire: he was wearing a hotel waiter's uniform and even carrying a metal plate for fruit. He was very wary, using the plate to cover most of his face, but I could still see the stubble on his chin. He was an elderly man.

Perhaps both of them thought the other was there to take someone away. The fishman and the old man briefly let go of me, and simultaneously punched each other.

These two are not working together!

This is truly the only good news so far.

"Watch out for his tongue!"

I shouted those words to remind the old man that, very simply, even if they were all enemies, I would rather fall into the hands of my own kind.

Sure enough, the fishman's fist was just a feint. As I spoke, the fishman's tongue shot towards the old man's heart like lightning. The old man became more wary and held the iron plate in his hand in front of him.

"when--"

With a crisp sound, the iron plate was smashed, leaving a deep dent, and instantly transformed into a trumpet-shaped object.

"What the hell have you gotten yourself into?" the old man muttered amidst his busy schedule.

At this moment, the men and women in the private room were crowding noisily at the door. The advantage was that it would be easier for me to take advantage of the crowd and fish in troubled waters, but the disadvantage was that my mortal enemy was a fish...

The fish-man had no intention of fighting. He used his slippery body to dodge the old man's entanglement and put his hand on me again.

Just then, a burst of gunfire suddenly erupted from the floor of the corridor not far away: rat-a-tat-tat—

Koi lay on its back on the ground, one hand supporting its groggy head, the other hand pulling out a submachine gun and firing at the ceiling.

In China, few ordinary people have ever seen a gun, but at least they all recognize one. The noise and power of a real gun are incomparable to that of a toy. Koi fired half a shuttlecock, sending sand and stones flying off the roof. The girls screamed deafeningly, and Zhao Jun's face turned deathly pale under the emergency lights.

"Get down!" Zhao Jun shouted, setting an example by crawling down against the wall and pulling the girl closest to him to his side.

Everyone followed suit, lying down in a row along the base of the wall.

This is the koi's purpose—the "disappearance of the masses" technique. Anyone still standing there motionless is the enemy!

The moment the gun went off, the old man's waist snapped back like a spring. Anyone who could react like that must be well-trained, but he restrained his instincts and pulled me over.

The fishman turned around and faced the koi's gun barrel directly.

"Da da da da da-"

The koi's finger was welded to the trigger, and the bullets hit their targets one after another, but when they hit the fishman, they only produced a few sparks. This strange fish's armor was thicker than we imagined!

Koi hesitated for a moment before aiming his gun at the old man, but ultimately didn't fire. The fishman sprang to the ground, greatly shortening the distance between us. Koi adjusted his gun and unleashed the remaining bullets on the fishman. The dense firepower could only delay the fishman. The old man, who was clearly running in the opposite direction, saw this and pulled me towards Koi again. I roughly understood what he meant—we couldn't escape. The fishman could catch up with us with just a few leaps, so it was better to retreat under Koi's cover.

Gunshots and screams filled the air; the scene was utterly chaotic, making it difficult to distinguish friend from foe. "Halt!" At that moment, Ma Chaoran appeared at the end of the corridor, raising her guns with both hands and aiming them at the old man, but she clearly hesitated for a moment.

Click, all the koi bullets are used up.

Ma Chaoran fired to provide follow-up fire.

bang bang bang-

Pistol bullets seemed even more useless at this moment, and the old man and I were just passing by the fish-men.

The fishman reached out to grab me, but Ma Chaoran shot him with her spear, making him stagger.

"Excellent marksmanship!" Zhao Jun and the old man exclaimed in unison.

The fishman's dead fish eyes bulged out of their sockets like buttons, and even I could tell he was angry.

The next second, he pulled out a gun from his apron and started fiddling with it; it was the little fat guy's gun.

"Take him away quickly, this is my mission!" These were the words Ma Chaoran said to the old man. Her eyes flashed with determination as she controlled the rhythm of her shots, preventing the fishman from getting close to me.

The fishman had been hit by countless bullets, but this thing posed no threat to him. However, it seemed to have piqued his interest. He held the pistol up to his eyes and examined it for a moment before suddenly pointing it at Ma Chaoran!

Ma Chaoran stood firm, focused intently on firing, all to help us escape the fishmen's pursuit.

I had a bad feeling. At this distance, even a bad shot would be extremely dangerous! Now that I had some freedom, I turned around and ran backwards towards the fishman, using my body to block his line of fire as I ran.

I'm not a queen, nor am I a scorpion demon, but I'm Tang Sanzang! Although the monsters claim they want to eat Tang Sanzang, there's an unwritten rule that they have to hold a ceremony before capturing him. They don't just come up and kill him. The fishman and that queen's intentions are obvious: to kidnap me and force me to sign something. If I die, their goal will fail. Even if you never gamble, you're bound to place a few important bets in your life. I bet they won't dare kill me! As for what to do if they actually shoot me because of their limited intelligence, that's not something I'm considering.

"Old Liu!" Ma Chaoran roared.

The old man holding me hostage was filled with shock, and then he did something I never expected—he pushed me towards Ma Chaoran with all his might, and then turned around to fight the fishman.

"Here you go!" Ma Chaoran tossed him the pistol, then, realizing there weren't many bullets left, pulled out a magazine from her waistband and tossed it over.

The old man caught the gun first, removed the empty magazine, and then raised his hand to let the bottom of the gun handle take in the new magazine in mid-air. His movements were so cool that I was jealous. I secretly thought to myself, no matter how cool he is, it's useless. This is just ineffective showing off!
"Awesome!" Zhao Jun couldn't help but exclaim. This guy was probably acting unconsciously because he was drunk. He wouldn't normally be this bold, would he?

While I was having these mental thoughts, my body was also moving. That old guy was ridiculously strong; he pushed me so high that I was thrown into the air. If I hadn't landed safely, I might have spent the rest of my life in a wheelchair.

Ma Chaoran suddenly raised her hands, keeping her upper body in an open position. When I arrived, I felt something soft and bouncy against my back. She hugged me and rolled twice on the ground before landing perfectly.

"Old Liu, how are you?" Ma Chaoran asked me anxiously.

"You've dabbled in football too? Your chest control is pretty good."

(End of this chapter)