Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

There was a long cut on each of the four walls of the guard room, but it was covered by blood and was no longer noticeable. The bodies of the security guards were like toy blocks that had been disassembled, falling to the ground in sections.

Fang Bailu sniffed - the smell of blood, feces and undigested food from the large and small intestines, urine and the fishy smell of brain marrow made him feel a little nauseous.

But he remained indifferent: the pills prepared with the remaining materials from Old Liu were enough for him to resist physiological nausea and discomfort.

"This is the first time I've seen so many corpses." Under the effect of hormone suppression, Fang Bailu lost all the empathy that a human should have for a short period of time - no matter what, his own life is the most important.

Fang Bailu took the floating cell phone and wiped it on his rubber raincoat - even though there was not a speck of body fluid on it.

"It's time to go, or someone else will come."

It is impossible for a standard security force like this not to have vital signs monitoring installed - the news that these people have lost vital signs has probably already spread.

As for the aftermath and negotiations, let Anbenola handle it. The most important thing is to protect your own life first.

"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"

A deafening question suddenly rang out from the half body of a security guard, and the intestines hanging outside the corpse also shook.

"Mr. Fang Bailu? Mr. Fang Bailu? Please answer?"

"...Tsk."

Fang Bailu squatted down and picked up the intercom that made the sound:

"Please say?"

"Good day, Mr. Fang Bailu! I regret to inform you that the guard room has been surrounded." The voice was clear and loud, with a hint of flattery and respect, which was completely different from the content of the words.

"I am the security director of Qingyun Temple Truth Seeking Co., Ltd. I am now filing a lawsuit against you for damaging our company's human assets. I hope you will come out and surrender."

Fang Bailu pondered for a moment, and suddenly understood what had happened before:

"Interesting... This supervisor deliberately sent these security guards to me to kill? No, it should be a chain of tricks... Whether I kill these people or not, he will not lose out."

He scratched his head and picked out a tooth that had fallen into his hair at some point:

"Just state the conditions directly, don't waste time with nonsense. I still have to go back to the store."

Chapter 84 A Pursuit (Part )

Fang Bailu combed her hair back to avoid the hard and stubborn hair that had been stained by sticky body fluids from poking her face.

After hearing his answer, the greasy voice on the other end of the intercom became even more intense:

"Great! Great! It's convenient to do business with a smart person like you, Mr. Fang. Next time our department bids for security equipment, we will definitely ask your store to join us."

"Okay, let's not waste any more time talking—" the voice paused for a moment, "The conditions our company is offering are very generous."

Fang Bailu stood up and looked at the interface of the intercom while listening. The output bit rate of this old intercom could not be connected to the hearing enhancement module in his inner ear - otherwise he could use it to collect information from the other end.

"They are a normal security force, but they are equipped with old-fashioned walkie-talkies... It seems that they have some knowledge of my implant and modification history."

Fang Bailu looked around: But judging from these human body parts scattered on the ground, they lacked a lot of information about their own "trump card".

"Human resources and property...If the security captain I fired doesn't get along with the supervisor, then I'll kill two birds with one stone." He immediately imagined a scenario in which a subordinate who wanted to move up the career ladder was killed by his cunning superior.

Similar things happen every day in Kuala Lumpur.

But he didn't think that this was targeting his identity as a living dead: there would be no need to go to so much trouble - now this complicated and roundabout method was obviously intended to circumvent the rules and regulations regarding internal strife among research institutes.

"I have always been known for not having much fighting power and relying solely on store defense to deal with my opponents. I didn't expect this company to treat me so seriously..."

Fang Bailu propped his chin up with his hand and thought, the words coming from the intercom continued to reach his ears:

"Our company will not prosecute your illegal behavior today, and we will give up our unlimited right of self-defense!"

"The security director across the street...I'm afraid he still wants to completely gain access to my resources and connections."

Otherwise, it is difficult to explain why they did not take drastic measures at the first opportunity and kill Fang Bailu as soon as possible - according to the "New Malaysia Corporate Property Protection Regulations", they can indeed exercise "unlimited right of self-defense" and "right to claim property loss" against Fang Bailu, who has caused casualties of a large number of employees (five or more).

That is to say, "Qingyun Temple" Qiuzhen Co., Ltd. has the full legal power to take over Fang Bailu's "Fang's Hardware Store" after killing him. But without Fang Bailu as the "middleman", how much is that dozens of square meters of run-down store full of garbage and waste worth?

The channels and resources accumulated by the previous owner Xiangfang Dong over the years are the foundation for Fang Bailu to be a small local boss in A Luo Street.

The world is bustling with people, all for profit; the world is bustling with people, all for profit: but just for Fang Bailu's things, is it necessary to risk offending a Qigong practitioner? As a subsidiary of the research institute, this "Qingyun Temple" truth-seeking company must know that Fang Bailu is now registered as Anbennola's Taoist child.

"What do you want? Are you here to grab territory because of the recent street wars..."

Even if Anbenola was just hanging an order at the research institute, Fang's hardware store was officially a Dao property after being registered. Under normal circumstances, no matter how many artificial gallbladders were implanted, the supervisor of such a subsidiary company at an unknown level should not dare to take action against the current hardware store.

“The situation in Kuala Lumpur right now may be more tense and chaotic than I thought.”

On the other end of the intercom, the security director was still muttering to himself:

"In other words: you can walk out of that guard room alive, and you can even continue to run your store - you just have to sign a few agreements and agree to a few requirements. We are all from the same roots, so why are we so eager to fight each other? We are all Taoist products under the research association, so why don't we work together to create a better future..."

Fang Bailu held the intercom in one hand and knocked on the walls around the guard room with his other fist: he was looking for a relatively weak spot in this "cage" and had no intention of avoiding the other party at all -

"Mr. Fang Bailu, please don't think of running away from this dispute." The person on the other end of the intercom laughed, probably because he heard the thumping sound Fang Bailu made when he was testing the strength of the wall. "We have set up firing points outside the three walls, please don't destroy the current harmony."

"Well... that means they think I can't get through the subway tunnel."

The guard room is backed by the load-bearing wall of the subway tunnel that was cut and reinforced, and inside is reinforced concrete that extends for an unknown number of meters. Using ordinary people's means, it would take multiple targeted blastings to open a passage to the tunnel.

But Fang Bailu now can no longer be considered an "ordinary person".

Fang Bailu likes negotiation: it is much more convenient than fighting - but that is when both parties are equal, or at least have leverage over each other.

How many manpower did the other side have to surround them, how many firing points did they have set up, and whether they had any heavily modified assault personnel? Fang Bailu, who went out without his eyepiece, had no idea and was completely in the dark.

Fighting a war with asymmetric information is basically gambling your life with the dice. In the small guard room, Fang Bailu's rough control over the "mobile phone" can still be concealed by its terrifying speed and indestructible sharpness - but in a slightly more open environment, Fang Bailu's own physical fragility will be magnified to the extreme. If the opponent's sniper firepower point cannot be accurately extinguished, the combat capability will be instantly eliminated - and the opponent does not use tear gas, flash bombs or other non-lethal weapons to attack now, it is probably because of poor intelligence that they cannot estimate the possible losses caused by Fang Bailu.

"We can't waste time here any longer. The best thing to do is to leave."

If they could use their "mobile phone" to break through the wall and move into the subway tunnel, they would at least have a few more options - Fang Bailu had no interest in continuing to play this asymmetrical game.

Fang Bailu put his own props on the table back on his body. His anger rose like steam from boiling water, and even the suppressed hormones could not be suppressed:

"It's really not popular these days to use courtesy before force. They all want to capture you first and coerce you."

From the donor to the security chief in front of him, everyone first showed off their "muscles".

He couldn't help but reflect on the corporate image of "Fang's Hardware Store": it seemed that most of the residents of A Luo Street only regarded his small store as a vassal of other organizations - from "Fu Yisheng" to the current "Research Institute".

Fang Bailu thought about it and put his hand to his ear - he wanted to use the hearing enhancement module to record the voiceprint of the security director. Even if he couldn't cut off his head this time, he could visit this "security director" in the future and "take a photo" of him.

If I don't beat the other party hard this time, the subsequent harassment will probably be endless.

The "cell phone" was cutting through the concrete wall like a sharp knife through soap - he wanted to cut a winding passage in the wall so that he could directly enter the tunnel where the subway cars passed.

Fang Bailu saw the phone cutting neat horizontal lines on the wall and picked up the intercom:

"Hey? You are damaging the rights of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association. Do you know how much compensation you will have to pay after the lawyer's letter is sent to you? Then come to me and I will help you find a way to sell your whole family to a human breeding farm in the Philippines so that you can pay back the money."

Pah pah pah pah——

The man clapped his hands and laughed:

"Very good! You are full of energy and vigor! It seems that you are unwilling to cooperate... I originally wanted to receive more resources from you, Mr. Fang Bailu, to achieve better results - but now I think a fixed salary is not bad. It's a pity that you..."

Fang Bailu understood without him saying anything: neither side had any intention of settling the matter amicably.

Oh oh oh!

A loud whistling sound came from the guard room - that was the noise made by the mechanical brakes slowing down when the subway was about to enter the station.

"It's now."

Fang Bailu supported himself with both palms on the ground, slightly bent his right leg, and held himself firmly - it was not enough to just use the "mobile phone" to cut the wall and break it, strong kinetic energy was also needed.

Peel, peel, peel!

His trouser legs were stretched and torn, revealing his left leg, whose skin was covered with blood vessels like a spider web and whose quadriceps muscles bulged like bricks. Fang Bailu took a deep breath until his cheeks and chest bulged together - he had to control the force to prevent his leg bones from breaking due to the recoil - and then he kicked at the concrete wall that was cut with cracks!

Chapter 85 A Pursuit (Part )

Fang Bailu grabbed the rough edge of the broken concrete wall with both hands: the swirling air flow was blowing from the tunnel, which was the direction of the subway.

"Thank goodness there's no high-ductility, crack-resistant fiber added to the wall...otherwise it wouldn't be possible to open it."

The subway came from "Lisi" and should be full of pilgrims who had just finished their pilgrimage - the lunch service was probably about to end.

"Discrete Random Variable Zen Temple" - Lisi is the abbreviation of it by ordinary citizens in Kuala Lumpur. In this day and age, the difference between "Zen Temple" and "Temple" is only of interest to those who practice Buddhism.

Fang Bailu thought of the believers who came from Thailand and operated tuk-tuks to take tourists around the temple. The mechanical four-faced Buddha with eight arms, eight ears and eight hands was installed on the electric tricycle with a canopy. It is said that the believers invited it all the way from Bangkok in the north to protect these wanderers who were away from their homeland.

The Four-Faced Buddha is not actually a real Buddha, it should be called the "Four-Faced God". But it makes no difference - as long as the Buddhaland network does not cover Singapore and Malaysia, there will be no Buddhists who can enjoy their protection, and prayers will not be effective.

The true Buddha does not exist offline.

The dull yellow light from the subway car window panes illuminated the dark load-bearing walls of the tunnel: the subway was about to arrive.

Fang Bailu did not choose to take off the body's bulletproof vest or carry other firearms. First, he had finally adapted to the way the three yang meridians of the foot exert force under this weight: the added weight of the bulletproof vest and firearms would make it difficult for him to control the amount of force when moving. This was the disadvantage of not having installed the appropriate Qinggong.

As for the second one...

The remaining upper body of a security guard was lying on his back at Fang Bailu's feet with his arms wide open, like a crayfish that had been chopped in half.

"Sorry." This was not because of the killing just now, but because of what Fang Bailu was about to do. He took out a bag of nutrient solution, tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth: the use of the three yang meridians of the foot made his stomach feel like it was on fire, and he made a series of gurgling sounds.

Fang Bailu pulled at his trouser legs that were torn into rags, and put his toes between the security guard's back to feel the center of gravity of this half torso.

"This is it..."

He swung his right leg forward and hooked his toes sharply - the dead security guard's half torso was picked up by Fang Bailu like a strangely shaped ball and flew towards the subway tunnel filled with white light.

The corpse's arms, which were not yet dead, flew with inertia, like a puppet with its strings cut.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

The muffled sound of a silenced firearm was heard on the platform. An unknown type of bullet hit the security guard's half body, and the kinetic energy interrupted its castration, causing it to fall on the subway's path.

The body was run over by the subway silently - the noise that should have been like a watermelon bursting was drowned out by the frantic friction of the subway: but blood still burst out of the body, drawing dark red waves on the edge of the platform.

"This aiming speed... must be a smart gun that automatically corrects the trajectory. It's so efficient, it must be a special version for the company."

It was the same as Fang Bailu thought: the security director had indeed set up fire points for the subway entrance tunnel. If Fang Bailu had just jumped out wearing a bulletproof vest, he would probably have the same fate: he could block the penetrating damage of the bullet but could not resolve the impact it brought, so it would be better to try to maintain maximum flexibility.

Fang Bailu picked up a rifle at his feet and pulled the trigger towards the top of the tunnel:

Da da da da da!

The sound of gunfire drowned out the strange whining sounds of the subway's mechanical brakes.

The slowed-down subway train had not yet fully entered the station, which made Fang Bailu's idea of ​​using the subway to hinder the pursuers go awry - only the front half of the train entered the platform, and the back half remained in the tunnel. The passengers shouted noisily, and it seemed that they were all frightened by the gunshots just now.

"time to go."

There are shared firearms lockers installed by Pan Asia Military Industry in the subway cars. As long as you pay a deposit, you can rent non-lethal weapons in the shared firearms lockers. Subway passengers frightened by the gunshots will quickly arm themselves.

If they clash with the Qingyun Temple security forces, it will buy Fang Bailu some time: this is the effect he wanted to achieve by firing just now. The more chaotic the situation, the more suitable it is for hiding at this time.

It would be even better if the subway also carried lay Buddhists who were out shopping - they are between Qi cultivators and ordinary people.

"Fuck you! Are you going to rob the subway too?"

The sounds of breaking glass, weapons firing and angry shouts were heard. Fang Bailu saw through the gap that some passengers were holding weapons with their upper bodies sticking out of the subway windows, shooting aimlessly towards the platform.

Many Kuala Lumpur residents, who are used to seeing vicious robberies by organized groups, immediately respond with their first reaction when they hear gunshots.

"It's a pity that I didn't bring a selfie stick with me... Otherwise I could have sniped from the roof of the carriage. At this distance, the target on the platform would be just right for me."

With regret, Fang Bailu climbed through the hole and entered a subway window with shattered glass. He pushed through the crowd who wanted to get off the train or join the fierce fighting and headed towards the rear of the train, while carefully adjusting the hearing enhancement module in his cochlea.

Before these passengers realize that they are engaging in a firefight with a company's regular security forces, they must first move to a suitable tactical position.

Amid the waves of exclamations, shouts, and chanting, he could discern the flattering and greasy voice of the security director:

"Rotten iron, go to the subway car and catch people! This is today's team building project, make the most of it."

"What do you mean?"

Fang Bailu was somewhat puzzled by this incoherent remark.

Boom!

Following a shake, two footprints suddenly protruded downward from the top of the carriage where he was - judging from the patterns, they seemed to be bare human feet.

"This is a lot of mass... it's been heavily modified."