Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

But just as he stepped forward, Yi Daiyan paused:

Why did you choose to work in this field? It's not like there aren't better options.

"Help... help... don't... Tsk!"

In fact, when we were young, Singaporean and Malaysian children all heard such urban stories:

It is said that in the old world, police officers like us were not like we are now...

He swallowed, gritted his teeth, and looked at the other end of the aisle.

"Ah, ah! If we don't take the suspect away, who will pay the fine? At least... at least... if we can take one away, it's a good deal..."

He used this reason as fuel to fan the faint flame in his heart.

Yi Daiyan tightly covered the visor of his helmet and walked towards the place where the scream came from.

……

……

Chapter 183 Preface (IV)

Break the door, suppress, and rescue people.

Yi Daiyan held the girl's head tightly against his chest and pressed his thumb against her temple.

hum!

The door panel made of plastic film, garbage bags and tape was more like a floating curtain. It ignited in the pillar of fire that spewed from Akong's mouth and was burned to ashes; the air was filled with a sickening burnt smell.

Ashes flew like snow, and screaming victims ran out from the expanding circular hole.

"I...I should have thought of it earlier."

The figure rolling on the ground in front of him, coughing repeatedly, was small, just a half-grown child.

This homemade door is only used to prevent the child, who is probably seven or eight years old, from running out; otherwise, a fake holographic door would be much cheaper.

But in Kuala Lumpur, I haven’t seen any children for a long time…

"Come here, baby! Fuck you, crawl over here!!"

Yi Daiyan screamed loudly and pressed Akong tightly, pointing her at the pursuer behind the child: the high temperature began to melt the synthetic lips of the girl's head, and the ends of her hair curled up.

The strange smell of burning plastic was gradually replaced by the rich aroma of barbecue. It was the aromatic hydrocarbons of carbonized human fat and reorganized oil molecules; it was more appetizing than the smell of nutrient solution.

But Yi Daiyan just wants to vomit:

The monster - what else could it be called - was driven back to the center of the small room by the intense heat; the flames spewed out by Akon burned its chest like a bath of fire.

If I have to give an example, Yi Daiyan can only use "grafting" to describe the strangeness in front of him:

There were two torsos put together, with their waists and hips joining together - just like when one is halfway through having sex and can no longer pull out; the junction is smooth without any bumps or depressions, as if they were conjoined since birth.

The body at the bottom was crawling on the ground, bending its limbs backwards like practicing a bridge, with an empty neck. As for the half of the body that was straddling the top—

Yi Daiyan looked at the two familiar heads, and there was no more fear in his heart:

“It’s exactly the same as the one next door.”

"Hot. Hey, it's hot."

The monster clapped its hands and muttered: Yi Daiyan felt that it was very much like those drug addicts who had taken too much electronic ecstasy, their brains overloaded and becoming mentally confused.

The child's face was covered with snot and tears, all of which were smeared on Yi Daiyan's trouser legs:

"... Dad... Mom... changed..."

He spoke haltingly.

Yi Daiyan looked at the charred but still energetic monster and stopped pressing the button on Akong's temple:

"gone!"

Yi Daiyan reached for the kid's collar, but missed - it was fake holographic clothing - so he had no choice but to put one hand under his armpit and turned around to run.

……

In the end, Yi Daiyan only rescued a "suspect" in the apartment building who was not even as tall as his waist.

He was breathing heavily and took the child to hide in the garbage pile on the rooftop, waiting for A Kong to cool down.

The screams of fear under his feet gradually died down and turned into dense, murmuring whispers: He felt that there might be no other people in the building that he could take away.

Yi Daiyan tore off the sleeves of the inner lining of his police uniform and wrapped the child's feet, using them as a pair of emergency shoes:

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Are you feeling like vomiting?"

The child was still shaking, as if he had been electrocuted. He put his thumb in his mouth and bit it, shaking his head. Tears washed away the dust on his face and opened two lines:

"I, I'm fine..."

Yi Daiyan put the still smoking A Kong beside him: half of her face had disappeared, and today's maintenance was in vain.

He flipped up his face guard, scratched his forehead, and decided to find a topic:

"…What do your parents do for a living?"

As soon as he said this, he regretted it: he lacked social experience in this area and unknowingly treated coaxing a child as a gentle version of interrogation.

The child lowered his head and looked at his bound toes. After a long while, a faint reply came:

"They... sell, sell that, long transparent strip. Put it in your arms and legs; it can help you jump higher and move faster."

Yi Daiyan nodded solemnly and let out a long sigh:

"Yeah, what kind of work can you do living in Taipingshan Market? You can only sell prosthetics and artificial sutras--"

Mom sells batches!

He slapped his forehead hard, and suddenly he had some enlightenment:

Those artificial meridians that move like living things...

The problem...the problem lies in those artificial meridians!

Did someone tamper with the meridians? Or was there something wrong with the new product?

"But I don't have any artificial meridians implanted..."

Thinking of the filth he had vomited out before, he felt a chill all over his body.

What is going on?

"You're angry."

The child grabbed the corner of Yi Daiyan's clothes and shook it.

what?

Yi Daiyan lowered his head and saw a bright red stain spreading across his chest. He touched his warm and wet nostrils and found his palms were covered in blood.

He wiped his hands on his police uniform:

"Well, maybe I've been eating too hot lately."

Yi Daiyan sniffed and turned his head away.

Eat? Come to think of it, I didn’t bring a bag of nutrient solution with me when I went out today…

Thinking of this, he couldn't help licking his teeth——

My gums felt sour and something fell on my tongue.

"...?"

He spat hard into his hands: there were two front teeth lying on his palms, and there was not even a trace of blood on the roots of the teeth.

Yi Daiyan threw the tooth aside tremblingly and was horrified to find that his body was falling apart.

Not now, not now...

……

Yi Daiyan slapped her cheeks hard until they turned red as if she had put on makeup.

He thought about it, then took out his tablet, opened the police-civilian communication app, and handed it to the child:

"Sign this. If I feel...unwell and need to rest, my colleagues will help you. I have paid the police report fee for you. Just fill in your citizen ID here."

The child opened his eyes wide, pushed the computer back into Yi Daiyan's arms, and shrank back:

"I, I came to Kuala Lumpur for tourism with my parents... No, we came here to do some shopping. I don't have a citizen ID here... We will be leaving soon! We will be leaving soon!"

"…Hey, a stowaway."

Yi Daiyan has heard so many words like this that his ears are almost callused.

This might be a family of three that came illegally...

He shook his head and waved at the child:

"Where are they from? The Javanese Autonomous Region? Siam Buddhist Court? Could it be the Philippines? I heard that you can only enter there, but it's difficult to leave."

The doll speaks standard Chinese and has no signs of plastic surgery, so she doesn't look like a stowaway from America or Europe.

"...Neither. We came from the Dao Axis."

“Oh, Cambodians.”

Yi Daiyan had a rough idea in his mind: No wonder he had the capital to do business after sneaking here, most of them were fugitives from some small sect.

He staggered to his feet and motioned for the child to follow him.

His legs were getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't continue to talk like this; the remaining energy of A Kong might barely be enough to make it to the police station. As long as he waited there for his colleagues to come back, there would be tall people to hold up the sky even if it collapsed.

"Okay, let's go to the police station—"

Drop drop!

The token in his arms kept vibrating, and the communicator in the helmet suddenly exploded. The picture flashed on the inside of the face guard: an emergency signal sent by the security team.

A weathered face covered in black ash and blood occupies most of the shot, with fire, thick smoke and an exploding police car behind it.

"Attention! Attention! All surviving guards, please pay attention!"

Yi Daiyan was very familiar with this face. After all, every police officer had seen the deputy captain give a report at the meeting.

"Didn't he lead the team to Xianying Palace? How come…"

"Now keep a record of this accident: any team member who survives this disaster..."

"Please save this video and apply for insurance compensation for the security team! I repeat: please save this video and apply for insurance compensation for the security team!"

The deputy captain was spitting and his hair and beard were standing on end, no longer looking sleepy as when he was giving the report. A police car flipped sideways and rolled behind him.

"A copy of the policy is at the headquarters! A copy of the policy is at the headquarters!"

"That's a lot of money, you can't spend it all even if you swallow it all! No matter who it is, I beg you! Make sure to give it to our beneficiaries!"

The deputy captain seemed to want to say something, but...

Another monster appears in the background:

The head with facial features opened its mouth wide, and the oral cavity was turned outward like a flower. Even through the camera, the exposed pink gums and pale white teeth could be clearly seen:

Clusters, clusters!

Then the teeth fired.

The monster's head buckled up due to the recoil, and the sound of the neck fracture was clearly audible. The lower body's limbs were nailed into the ground of the sidewalk, and the shock made it leave a short groove backwards.

"I--"

Then, Yi Daiyan saw the deputy captain's skull being lifted up by something, revealing his gray brain, which then fell out of the camera's capture range.

……

He hung up the phone and stood there in a daze.

When he turned around, the child was looking at him - he even smiled at him in a flattering manner.

Yi Daiyan also forced a smile: