Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

This was one of the reasons why he was going around in circles to avoid being surrounded by security forces: although he had the "flying sword" in his hand, the damage caused by the brief engagement was a price he could hardly afford at the moment - there would be more intense battles to be fought later.

"I need the location of the security chief."

The core of the formation must be with the security director...

He squatted down and searched among the corpses on the ground.

Chapter 104: Fight (Part )

There weren't many useful items among the scattered blood and flesh. Fang Bailu had cut these corpses into too many pieces, and the only nutrient solution he had found had a hole in it, mixed with the dried black blood on the ground.

Fang Bailu couldn't understand the feelings of a pregnant woman, but he dared to say that his two three-yang meridians were more greedy than the fetus, demanding every bit of nutrition from the body. He gently gathered his upper arms with his palms: in a short period of time, the dimensions of his arms visibly shrank... The energy provided by the food had long been consumed, and the three-yang meridians were breaking down the fat and muscle in Fang Bailu's body.

"I don't have much energy left."

boom!

Thunder and lightning cut through the night sky of Kuala Lumpur, even covering the endless neon lights for a moment.

Fang Bailu took out the disassembled translucent face shield of the security helmet, and a monotonous information interface flashed on it: This was what was left of the head he cut off with his first sword. The light spots and chessboard-like squares on the face shield should represent the remaining security forces and street terrain in the vicinity. The interactive interface was very simple, and it was probably used by the corpse soldiers to keep track of each other's positions when they were not connected to the formation.

There were a dozen tactical teams lying in ambush in the nearby streets, and they were encircling him.

There is a large white light spot lying in the center - this is the core of the formation and the location of the security supervisor.

"It's as if he told me on purpose..."

But the microphone signal in the hardware store was blocked by Cang Yangzi, otherwise more information could be obtained.

He pointed at the direction of the pulse on his faceguard and walked towards the security chief. It didn't matter if it was a trap or not. He didn't have enough energy left to continue the hit-and-run guerrilla tactics. Rather than being completely worn out by waves of zombies or swordsmen, he might as well go see what the security chief was up to.

Fang Bailu knew in his heart that the outcome of this battle would be decided by whichever of Anbennola and Zhao Jizi arrived first. Once Zhao Jizi arrived first, he would be in a position that he could not escape from anywhere. He was already a little weak in the legs, and he could not outrun the Qigong practitioner.

……

Although they had fought each other several times, this was the first time Fang Bailu saw the owner of that greasy voice:

The security director was sitting with his legs crossed, wiping his shoes. He was sitting leisurely in the muddy alley, with a motionless corpse soldier kneeling on the ground as a chair. Above the neat white shirt and four-in-one tie was a hazy face: each of the facial features was clearly discernible, but when put together, it was...

Fang Bailu looked away for a moment, and could no longer remember what the face looked like. Was it a man or a woman? Was it old or young? All kinds of different faces flashed through his mind, and in the end he only remembered that the security director was wearing a pair of embedded black-framed glasses without temples - they were implanted on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses emitted a dazzling white light.

It is emission, not reflection. The neon light rings around are colorful, and it is impossible for them to reflect such pure white on the lens.

"Did they install LED bulbs on the lenses or something? It looks pretty intimidating... I guess this face has been specially tuned based on cognitive science."

Apart from the corpse soldier disguised as furniture, there was no one else around the security director. This "empty city plan" made Fang Bailu not rush to draw his sword immediately. Judging from the plane map of the mask, the rest of the corpse soldiers were also driven away by the security director.

The security director spotted Fang Bailu and gently tapped the lens that was emitting white light:

"Hey! Boss Fang, you are indeed heroic and handsome, a first-class hero! Although you have a disgusting personality, are full of tricks, and are as smelly and hard as a stone in a cesspool, I don't think there is another one like you in A Luo Street..."

Fang Bailu got into position and sat firmly on the curb, not bothering to pay attention to the useless words of the security chief who was trying to get back at his previous position:

"Come on, stop talking nonsense. I know you revealed your location to me on purpose... Where's your backhand that I pushed into the ground? Did you dig it out?"

The security director was interrupted in the middle of his words. Although his face seemed to be hidden in the mist, Fang Bailu could still hear the rustling sound of teeth grinding up and down, and the hidden anger in his words:

"Boss Fang, I'm giving you a chance because we're businessmen, and I want to chat with you. I've figured out all your plans and arrangements in the past few days. Wait! Don't answer me yet, let me explain in detail."

"Planning? Layout?" Fang Bailu was stunned.

He raised his thumbs with both hands, one pointing at himself and the other pointing at Fang Bailu:

"Almost three weeks ago, you gave 30% of your store's shares to the outer sect Taoist priest as a gift. This guy has a weird personality. He is listed in the research group, but he has never participated in any exchange or seminar. He is a marginal figure in the group who can't be more aloof..."

The security director clenched his fists and raised them up perfunctorily:

"But then he suddenly assisted Mr. Kui and obtained information about the living dead from 'Fu Yisheng'. This incident was praised as a model of unity and friendship among Qigong practitioners in the association... Who benefited the most from these things?"

He pointed at Fang Bailu and spoke with full confidence:

"It's you!"

Fang Bailu's eyebrows didn't even twitch, and he still looked calm and composed. But deep down in his heart, there were turbulent waves:

"What the hell?! Does he know that I'm a living dead——"

"With this donation, Fang's Hardware Store has become a Taoist property. The outer sect Taoist priest is very popular, and he may be able to become a formal member. His Taoist property will naturally increase accordingly. Fu Yisheng has been almost uprooted, and the hardware store is no longer constrained. It can go further on this A Luo Street at any time... The sudden appearance of a zombie corpse in Fu Yisheng's territory must have been arranged by someone, right?"

The security director clapped his hands, his words filled with undisguised admiration and a hint of jealousy:

"I originally thought that it was all a plan by the outer sect Taoists to expand their power. But until I saw that flying sword and your style in fighting the enemy... I finally realized: you are the driver and trendsetter of all this, the real master of the outer sect Taoists. Good tricks, really good tricks! If there hadn't been an equally matched opponent like me, this A Luo Street would have been yours in a few weeks, right? After that, the small hardware store might have to make the leap and register as a subsidiary of the research institute."

He made a tut-tut sound and sighed in a performative manner:

“As the saying goes, heroes appreciate heroes. We have a lot in common. Looking at the whole of Kuala Lumpur, how many people can be like you and me? As mortals, we can command Qigong practitioners at will? It’s a pity that we will become enemies in the end…”

Fang Bailu half opened his mouth and scratched his head:

“Ah, ah… It’s not impossible for you to understand it that way…”

The security chief's inference is indeed logical if one ignores the existence of the immortal's physical body and his own identity as a living dead - but the lack of the most important information still makes his thinking somewhat different from the development of reality.

Seeing Fang Bailu, who seemed to have been exposed and was speechless with shock, the security director spread his hands, exuding a sense of smugness:

"I know, you must be surprised to be seen through! But please don't let me perform a one-man show here, right? Let's learn from each other. Have you discovered any secrets about me? Or, your observation skills--"

Fang Bailu spoke softly, interrupting the security director. He knew that the other party could hear him:

"You are a member of the Yanshi Club."

"Also, you are the one who organized this wedding banquet on the street today. This is to prevent the fighting from causing casualties among consumers and affecting the community's economy."

Cang Yangzi is thousands of miles away from Kuala Lumpur, but there happens to be an "online friend" in this city who has good resources and can use cognitive science to adjust his face. Combining Cang Yangzi's other identity besides being a Qigong practitioner and his little understanding of the Yanshi Club, Fang Bailu naturally came to this simple conclusion.

"The Yanshi Club's structure is indeed loose. The security director actually knows nothing about the immortal's body..."

He paused and added:

"You don't have many friends and are usually lonely."

This sentence was just a smokescreen thrown out just to make up the numbers - since the security chief loves to daydream, let him think about it more: with such an annoying personality, he will definitely not be able to make friends.

The security director lowered his head, and the two white lights from his glasses slowly shook along with his neck:

"Has this been discovered? It seems that my loneliness is too much to express. However, a man's energy should be focused on his career. Oh, you really have a keen eye! What a pity! We could have become close friends and created a career together. What a trick of the world!"

He stood up from the "human chair" and tightened his tie:

"Sorry, I've got enough gossip. If I continue to let you expand, I won't be able to defeat you in the future. So, unfortunately... we still have to fight. The outer sect Taoist priests will be here soon, right? If I don't kill you all here, I'll have to take a few more Valium pills before going to bed next time."

"Although there is still an annoying netizen interfering, I won't let you get away this time."

Chapter 105: Dao Dou Dao (I)

During the "chat" just now, Fang Bailu looked at the security director for a long time. This person is definitely not a Qigong practitioner... In fact, there are not many conspicuous transformations.

Why on earth was he so confident that he could resist the nearly indestructible flying sword and still keep himself?

This question can only be answered after the sword is drawn.

The cell phone rose from Fang Bailu's shoulder; it whistled and spun, aiming for the security chief's head—

Then, everything changed.

The moment he drew his sword, Fang Bailu's vision "disappeared": the rainy alley in his eyes was no longer visible, and only various "advertisements" from nowhere stretched across his field of vision, as if there was an advertisement wall growing above his head. He stood up and turned his head, but the layer of constantly changing promotional leaflets blocking his eyes would not disappear.

"It's the Circle of Light Technique... He's projecting ads onto my retina."

Fang Bailu rolled backwards, and heard the security director's faint and reluctant voice:

"My name is 'Xie Shouzhen', I hope you will remember it in your heart... I will visit you in the memorial box in the future."

The source of the voice of Security Chief "Jie Shouzhen" is constantly moving - it might be difficult to trace and lock his position by relying on hearing.

Fang Bailu closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, but the countless changing texts and videos about various products still haunted him like evil spirits.

"Advertisements - everyone sees a different story in them. Consumers who don't buy in time will feel regret, while those who buy will see how much they cherish the product. Some people see that they should enjoy life while they can, while others understand that this is a life guide that covers everything and points out the meaning of existence for all living beings! Without advertisements, how many people would just live in a muddle without any goals to pursue..."

Fang Bailu rarely listened to people making passionate speeches that made no sense - he was usually the one nagging at customers and distracting them.

"What he should have bought is a package that automatically displays ads to people within a certain range around him... It's like he'll automatically go blind once he enters the vicinity of Jie Shouzhen..."

"There's nothing important other than buying and selling. Boss Fang, what did you see from the advertisement?"

"Me? I know advertising is expensive, not to mention this kind of advertising that uses the circular light technique to target specific spots..."

Fang Bailu, who looked like he was blind, held onto the wall beside him. He curled up and let his phone spin around him like a satellite to block Jie Shouzhen's possible approach:

"Let me do the math. If I use the Circular Light Technique to send this density of video pop-ups to ordinary residents, the charge per second is not so bad. But if I send it to a self-employed person like me, that would burn money. Xie Shouzhen, how long will it last based on the security funds you have?"

Boom... Boom, Boom. Boom!

The sound of something heavy hitting the ground was coming from far away, as if a giant frog was leaping in the street. As the sound rang out, Xie Shouzhen's words were also tinged with joy:

"This one move alone won't last long...but now the timing is just right, so there's no need to waste other resources."

His voice suddenly rose:

"Rubbish iron, the experience of team building together will add the color of struggle to our office! Remember the company's wolf culture - kill him!"

The clouds and fog dissipated, and the messy images in Fang Bailu's retina disappeared.

Boom!

There was no trace of Jie Shouzhen in sight, only rubble flying and dust filling the air; and the Taoist was standing in the deep pit created by the smash. His originally light blue outer robe had been stained yellow by the mud and stones in the tunnel, and his finely braided braids and Taoist bun had all fallen apart. Only the cold light of steel on his limbs had not faded at all.

"Zhao Ji Zi" has arrived.

"It seems that the subway car that fell down earlier didn't have much effect..."

One corner of the iron sheet that was riveted to Zhao Jizi's face curled up - but the subway car that fell with such a huge force only left such a small trace.

In the bubble above his head spun a brand new, lifelike cartoon:

In the sketch, the 2D version of Fang Bailu has an X-shaped eye and an exaggerated, round, bun-like lump on his head. But in this playful and cute expression, only his head is left, being held in the hand of the cartoon version of Zhao Jizi.

A small question suddenly flashed through Fang Bailu's mind: If Zhao Jizi wanted to kill me, could Cang Yangzi stop him? Now it seemed that Xie Shouzhen and the "rotten iron" he mentioned were determined to take his life...

But this was just one of his complicated thoughts. Fang Bailu put all the remaining strength from running all day into his legs and leaped backwards; and the phone was just like the last time they fought in the subway, shooting straight at Zhao Jizi.

Fang Bailu didn't expect this attack to be successful: the last time Zhao Jizi shot down the phone, it had already proved that this trick was useless to him. But as long as it could block it a little bit——

Ding!

Zhao Jizi's five fingers, shining with blue steel color, brushed against the flying mobile phone screen, and golden-red sparks flew out from the collision point.

"He wants to 'catch' the phone...?"

I don’t know if it was my illusion, but after the rivet loosened, Zhao Jizi reacted faster than before.

His long sword, which could move in his body, silently extended from his sleeve and swung towards the slightly delayed and slower mobile phone:

Ping!

Like a baseball that hit a home run, the cell phone flew straight into the sky - Fang Bailu's defense was broken.

Zhao Jizi took steps forward, one after another, each step digging deeply into the ground, yet alternating with incredible speed.

The next moment, Zhao Jizi was in front of Fang Bailu. The sharp sword from his palm was heading towards Fang Bailu's Adam's apple, about to pierce his neck. The cell phone that was knocked away was swooping down from the sky again, but it was too late -

Then, Zhao Jizi's sword stopped.

The image with a goat's head and a human body remained silent, emerging from the void. It sat cross-legged above Zhao Jizi's head, with spider-like threads extending from the tips of its ten abnormally long fingers, connecting to Zhao Jizi's dark blue limbs:

Cang Yangzi's ten fingers moved, as if he was striking something or playing a musical instrument: as it moved, the silk thread sometimes expanded into a rope, sometimes shrank back into a strand of hair. Looking closely, it was all made up of seemingly indistinguishable Chinese characters.

Fang Bailu wanted to continue running, but his weak legs had reached their limit. He barely stood still, moving backwards while watching the fight in front of him.

buzzing-

The iron sheet on Zhao Jizi's face trembled violently, and then:

Deng!

A bulge suddenly appeared in the center of the iron sheet, and something seemed to be struggling to get out of the completely blocked mouth.

Zhao Jizi's sword moved forward an inch, then another inch...

The silk thread became longer and longer, and the spacing between each character became wider. The cartoon image in the bubble above Zhao Jizi's head disappeared like melting ice and snow; in its place was a butterfly painted with exquisite brushstrokes and in the style of landscape painting. It flapped its wings and flew freely, leaving traces of ink on its path forward.