Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Fortunately, there is no backdoor left by the company, so I am not afraid of someone destroying my dan with one click or self-destructing on the spot.

He was somewhat surprised - although he had just completed the implantation and had not had time to update even the basic factory firewall; but it was a product of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association after all.

Moreover, the opponent has no physical connection at all, and this invisible method of killing people is even rarer.

But after Fang Bailu started broadcasting the short film, the warning disappeared and the Great Mysterious Chamber resumed operation: it seemed that the unknown hacker had also joined in this collision of flesh and flesh.

"Fuck your mother!!"

A deafening roar came from above Fang Bailu's head, and the powerful voice was full of despair.

Fang Bailu couldn't help but grin:

"Hiss... X-X is shaking the earth and mountains. It's really powerful."

The entire pharmacy was filled with men's screams, but that didn't necessarily indicate their biological gender.

A full sense of evil amusement welled up in his heart - he was very satisfied with the power of this little porn movie.

This was a "raid" that was fully prepared: although Fang Bailu only opened the window lock of Yizhitang, which was better than nothing, and then climbed into the window pane like a stupid little thief.

However, Master Huang Wu's method of identifying the setting points of the defense mechanism based on the distribution of computing power flow had long been copied by Mercy Knife.

Before entering the pharmacy, the studious Fang Bailu had already figured out the direction of the entire surveillance network and the location of the enemies connected to it.

Unfortunately, since he did not implant the corresponding reconnaissance mechanism, using this trick requires lengthy preparation; it is not of much use in encounters.

In addition, he did not have the inheritance of Buddhism or Qigong, so he could not directly break through the firewall and remotely play the amazing video - in the end, Fang Bailu had to choose a stupid method:

He swaggered into the store and forced playback through the physical link of the Mohist disciples.

As for the risks involved...

Fang Bailu, who had not undergone any serious transformation, did not even carry a gun. On the surface, he looked like a harmless shop owner.

The weaker he looked, the more likely the other party would use non-lethal force. When the probability was over 50%, Fang Bailu didn't even think it was a gamble.

The purpose of setting a trap is to obtain information: If there is no survivor, can the corpse speak?

Not everyone can pull off Anbenola's trick of stuffing the brain into a culture tank and then obtaining intelligence.

"If I just hang around here, how can the future I imagine come true?"

But the offense and defense reversed, and what Fang Bailu had in his hand was not so easy to deal with - the endless crying around him proved this.

The phone held the tablet computer and flew steadily beside him. Fang Bailu kept walking and glanced at the map on the screen - he had turned off the video long ago - Master Huang Wu was in the medicine warehouse in front.

The video footage of the Immortal Knuckles was indeed terrifying, but he didn't think the enemy would die of exhaustion or stroke.

I'd better check the yellow dog's condition first, and then -

Sizzle sizzle.

"……what sound?"

Fang Bailu suddenly paused, then stood on tiptoe fiercely, using the power of the Three Yang Meridians of the Foot to leap backwards:

Boom!

A piece of cement cut into a fine circle separated from the ceiling and fell several meters in front of him; if Fang Bailu had reacted a little slower, it would have hit his head.

A dark figure rushed down from the hole and landed silently. It was a man with a sturdy and broad frame but thin and pointed cheeks.

Looking at the strange mouth with both sides cut to the roots of the ears and the gray eyes, Fang Bailu found that this was familiar to him:

"Night Owl... Why is it him? So, those who are having the orgy now are all horse thieves from the suburban horse gangs..."

A slight surprise flashed through his mind: this "chance encounter" was unexpected, but also reasonable.

The client who commissioned him to collect information about "Yuhua Ge" was the leader of this suburban horse gang and one of the agents of Pan Asia Military Industries in Kuala Lumpur.

Now it seems that the other party wants more than just Yuhuage... I'm afraid they want to take this opportunity to find all the real insiders:

If one did not understand the consequences of the Utahaku song on the listeners and readers, it would be impossible to track down this Yishibado—and the information about the brain damage was told to him by Anbennola.

"Xiao Fang, how are you these days?"

The Night Owl opened his bloody mouth, pulled out a smoldering cigarette from somewhere in his mouth, and took a puff:

"Interesting, very interesting. You know that Yuhuage will destroy the three souls and seven spirits... otherwise you wouldn't have found this place."

"And the video you used to counterattack: that's the immortal's flesh body."

"You've always been well-informed, but I didn't expect you to be this well-informed."

"Who the hell is Fang's Hardware Store working for? Tell me now, before you suffer."

He usually spoke slowly, but this series of words came out quickly. In Fang Bailu's opinion, this was a sign of irritability.

"Although I don't know what his stance is... this matter can't be resolved peacefully."

The Night Owl stared at Fang Bailu with its cloudy eyes covered with gray film, without blinking for even a moment.

"He didn't get hit. Was it because his artificial eye was cut off or the connection was severed?"

The smoke that came out of the night owl's mouth did not dissipate in the air; instead, it sank like dry ice smoke and gradually covered the surrounding ground.

"…It's similar to the cigarettes that Shin-chan smokes. Yes, Shin-chan seemed to have said before that there was something wrong with the cigarettes that Ye Xiao smoked."

Fang Bailu responded with a professional and bright smile and swung his left arm down - the selfie stick that had not been used for a long time slid down the sleeve of his windbreaker and into his palm.

"Master Xiao, we all know this, let's fight first and then chat."

The phone no longer flies slowly like before, but rotates suddenly:

The tape and wire connecting the tablet computer broke due to its violent movement.

Fang Bailu raised his arms with a smile, the selfie stick in his left palm popped out piece by piece, and his outstretched right hand steadily caught the falling tablet.

Click!

The phone, which had been thrown off the tablet, drew a sharp straight line and crashed into the "scabbard" - the groove of the selfie stick.

呲——

With a slight puff of air, Fang Bailu's left index finger left his palm and flew to the screen of the phone:

Only the pale blue light coming in from the window could faintly illuminate the almost imperceptible slender rod connecting the left hand and index finger.

This was the first modification Fang Bailu made after implanting the "Great Mysterious Chamber": he cut open the base of his left index finger and installed a small short-range off-body control device in it.

It was just a simple and direct modification, but it allowed him to swipe the screen at the fastest speed and activate the "Zhu Xie" filter.

Looking at the screen, where Night Owl's body was cut into pieces by the grid and covered with numbers, Fang Bailu licked his lips:

"I'm sorry."

Rub, rub, rub:

The index finger hanging alone outside the body swayed a heavy shadow, and it moved a few times.

At the same time, Fang Bailu pressed the red round activation button with his thumb.

He just felt the selfie stick in his hand suddenly bounce:

A strong wind blew up, and the cell phone disappeared from the scabbard. The hall of the pharmacy was filled with the sound of ping-pong and test tubes falling to the ground and shattering; along with the sound of swords filling his ears, a white line appeared between him and Night Owl.

Chapter 153 Smoldering (I)

The tiny air currents dancing at this moment were like long whips, causing Fang Bailu's exposed skin to feel a dull pain.

With the white mark left by the mobile phone as the center line, the dust in the air spread out to the left and right and rolled up like a sea of ​​clouds on the top of a mountain; the loud explosion shattered the glass window and even covered up the never-ending wailing from upstairs.

Fang Bailu jumped onto the wall of the pharmacy, and his detached index finger and the thin rope connected to his palm wrapped around the big red lantern hanging from the roof of the store; the front end of his right shoe kicked into the polished cement of Yizhitang and clung to it firmly.

Surrounding the Night Owl's broad and huge body, the mobile phone was weaving gorgeous silver-white lines, enveloping him——

Its speed is too fast, and the movement beyond the frame rate of the human eye leaves an afterimage on the retina.

"Punish evil" filter.

This is the most destructive weapon in Fang Bailu's hand - the prosthesis was once disassembled by it, and the zombies created by Old Liu were also revived by it.

"Every part of Night Owl's body seems to be just 'two'... just a little stronger than ordinary flesh and blood?"

Before pressing the shooting button, Fang Bailu saw the "numbers" on each part of Night Owl's body: it was even more fragile than his prosthesis before the modification.

boned...

A round "ball" shot out from the chaos, bounced off the wall, and rolled to the ground.

That is the head of Night Owl.

It swayed left and right twice due to inertia and then stopped moving.

hum-

The scalding cell phone evaporated the blood on it and returned to the scabbard: the burly man who was intact just now was now reduced to a pile of broken limbs, like a dismantled soldier model.

Although using the modified index finger greatly improves the startup speed of Zhuxie, the corresponding redundant operations also cause the phone to consume more energy.

There was no tentative attack. Fang Bailu used the most powerful weapon at hand right from the start: if he waited for Night Owl to get ready and invite the spirit into his body, it would be troublesome.

He had no interest in fighting those open-source fictional gods and idols - these things were all kinds of weird. If he added the secret descent modules of the god-beating experts, he would be afraid that he would have a hard time dealing with them.

Fang Bailu was still hanging on the wall: He would wait until the phone cooled down and completely smashed all the remains of Night Owl before—

"Hey, hey. What kind of flying sword is this? It's not 'Big Peach Charm', not 'Colored Lantern', not 'Young Travel'... It's not toy grade. Is it civilian grade? If it's military grade, I'd be dead."

The Night Owl's head said in a muffled voice.

Stab it!

The corners of his open mouth stretched to the left and right sides of his face, from which shot out a several-meter-long scarlet tongue, wrapped around the decorative beam.

As the long tongue rolled back and climbed, the lonely head of the Night Owl stayed in the air, and was level with Fang Bailu who was climbing on the wall:

"Well, you even have a flying sword, what a surprise! You have so many good things. I don't understand: you are not a Qigong practitioner, how can you know the art of flying a sword?"

His tongue dangled and pulled his head, but he was able to make clear sounds from his mouth;

"Xiao Fang, even a fool would know to hit the head. I was on guard, so it's not surprising."

The Night Owl's gray eyes were directed at Fang Bailu - he could see his own cloudy reflection in them.

The cross section of the neck is full of uneven interfaces, which is completely different from the smooth surface of other mobile phone victims:

"He took the initiative to disintegrate his head, thus avoiding the destruction of the evil-killing filter..."

Fang Bailu rubbed his fingers that were blistered by the hot phone and replied expressionlessly:

"You used your original body to refine it? You really know how to have fun."

If not for this, Night Owl would be dead beyond death.

The naturally occurring body parts are dissected one by one, modularized, and finally reassembled together: this unorthodox technique can both improve the functions of the original body and avoid the risk of possession due to insufficient practice of alchemy.

It is a perfect match for divine fighting and divine descent. The prosthetic environment required by each fictional god is different, but they have one thing in common - they all retain the adaptability and compatibility with the original flesh.

He sacrificed the degree of fusion and the upper limit of destructive power, but he had the unpredictable means brought by the rich library of gods...

"Fortunately, I acted early, otherwise this kind of divine attack after tempering the body would be too difficult to deal with. It seems that Filipinos prefer these weird methods..."

The night owl let out a hoarse laugh from the gap in its mouth, and its head moved up and down ostentatiously with the movement of its tongue:

"Did you see that? You've always had a good eye. You attacked so ruthlessly right from the start. Are you in a bad mood recently? Are you under too much pressure?"

He opened his mouth to the limit, and his head swung like a swing with his tongue. The night owl was like the Tarzan cartoon that Fang Bailu had seen in his previous life, constantly changing positions in the pharmacy:

"We can still resolve this peacefully now - just answer a few questions."

"Why did you get caught? The news I wanted to spread through Fang's Hardware Store, 'Antique Hunting', 'Miaofaliangpin', and 'Geek Sundries' was not aimed at you."

"Really? You were just trying to fish from the beginning... You wanted to set a trap through us middlemen."

Fang Bailu stood still, waiting for what was to come.

"'Primordial Embryo'... The specific secrets of the Yuhua Song should only be known by the two primordial embroidery of the immortal."

"Xiao Fang, you have an immortal embryo in your hand. The Yin embryo is in the research institute... yours is the xy one?"

Fang Bailu didn't even raise his eyebrows, and asked back calmly:

"Primordial fetus? What is that?"