My lover is this organization

Even the originally smooth deck runway of the aircraft carrier looked like it had just been folded, rubbed, and flattened several times in a recycling plant.

All the parked fighter planes were bombed without exception and were completely destroyed, not to mention the pilots sitting inside waiting for orders.

Not even the charred and mutilated body could be found.

In the distance in the sky, a huge fire phoenix was approaching with its red wings spread.

However, that was only the visual slowness caused by the long distance. In fact, Qin Wuque's speed had reached an astonishing 4,000 kilometers per hour.

Rum watched helplessly as a group of fighter jets, whose number was totally different from his expectation of "only a few people coming", roared in. An expression of disbelief remained on his wrinkled and old face.

The firebird that cut through the night sky stopped in front of the aircraft carrier. All the Hydras automatically switched to suspension mode at the same time. The neat formation was broken up, and they formed a circle around the aircraft carrier, with their black machine guns pointing directly at the already dilapidated deck below.

That scene was similar to the scene in the Iron Man movie where Tony deployed all the armors at once.

This is the card I want!

The canopy of the leading Hydra fighter slowly opened. Under Rum's shocked and furious gaze, the culprit who caused all this to happen stood on the nose of the plane, stepping on a bunch of instrument panels and shaking his head.

Qin Wuque squatted down and looked down at Rum who was leading a group of mercenaries onto the deck. The smile on his face was indescribably brilliant.

"How about it, Rum? Do you like this welcome gift I gave you?"

Indeed, it was not much different from what Rum had expected. Qin Wuque had indeed set off with his fighter jets not long before Rum detected the location of his aircraft carrier.

But what Rum didn't know was that while he was happily sitting in the cockpit, full of confidence that he was sure to win, there were two huge aircraft hovering a thousand meters above his head.

And…both of these behemoths are essentially bombers.

So Qin Wuque decisively disregarded the ethics of martial arts. When he received the report from Noah's Ark confirming that Rum had detected his side, he ordered the Avengers and Alkonoste to bomb with all their weapons.

Unfortunately, the firepower was still a little insufficient and the entire aircraft carrier could not be sunk directly.

However, once a group of fighter jets is destroyed, an aircraft carrier is basically half destroyed.

Without waiting for Rum to answer, Qin Wuque raised three fingers, stood up and loudly pronounced the verdict to the mercenaries on the deck below.

"You are now surrounded by me. You have two choices. Either surrender immediately or die with Rum! I will give you three seconds to think! Three..."

"Who dares to surrender!"

An unsheathed Japanese sword silently slipped into Rum's hand. He swung the sword violently, creating a silver arc of light that cut through the air, and shouted loudly, shocking a group of mercenaries who were thinking of retreating.

But Qin Wuque had never intended to give these people a chance to surrender.

So he just pressed three fingers in one breath.

"One! Fire!"

The moment the words fell, all the machine guns of the Hydra fighter jets surrounding the aircraft carrier turned in unison, fierce tongues of fire spewed out violently from them, pouring a deadly torrent of steel onto the deck at an efficiency of thousands of rounds per second.

For a moment, blood splattered all over the deck, broken limbs and arms flew everywhere, and all kinds of hysterical screams were drowned out by the sound of machine gun firing and could only barely blend in with the sound.

Qin Wuque took advantage of the situation and jumped down from the hovering Hydra, not minding at all that he was also trapped in this horrible flesh-and-blood grinder.

He believed that Noah's Ark would not let the bullet hit him.

"Die!!!"

Rum gritted his teeth and swung his knife forward, his eyes full of bloodshot.

In fact, judging from the situation, he has already lost. This is not a martial arts competition in the Dragon Ball universe. There is no tug-of-war where you punch and I kick to see who can stand at the end.

The so-called crushing defeat is just like the late-stage team battles in moba games. It seems that both sides are evenly matched professional players, all of whom are in full-level six-gift state, as if there will be a protracted and crazy tug-of-war.

But it is not the case.

The so-called team battle only requires seizing or being seized. Any even the smallest mistake may cause the balance of victory to instantly become unbalanced.

Without the fighter jets that could serve as the main means of attack, Rum was like a poisonous snake with its teeth pulled out. The posture of preparing to attack looked scary, but when it opened its mouth, there was not even a single tooth.

In other words, the reason he hasn't voted yet is simply because he refuses to accept his fate.

when!

The two sides engaged in close combat for only a brief moment, and bright flames produced by the friction between the metals exploded on the charred deck.

The thing that blocked the Japanese sword in Rum's hand was a small folding knife.

About twenty centimeters in length.

"That's it?"

Qin Wuque held a folding knife in his hand, with a mocking expression on his face.

Rum didn't say anything, he just gritted his teeth and glared, swinging the knife more violently.

The collision between the folding knife and the Japanese sword occurred at an extremely high frequency of hundreds of times per second. Rum was like a rampaging and bloodthirsty berserker in a certain offline city game. He wished he could hold two swords and chop all the way from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road.

Qin Wuque only used a short folding knife to defend himself lightly, and even had enough strength to fight back twice.

Fine scars spread all over Rum's body at an extremely fast speed, and the oozing blood turned his camouflage uniform into a dark brown.

boom!

An explosion sounded, and a powerful missile hit the hull of the aircraft carrier. The shock wave generated by the explosion caused the hull to shake violently.

Qin Wuque accidentally stumbled during the fight, and Rum seized the opportunity and slashed him on the shoulder.

Blood gushed out and scattered like reed flowers.

"Well - it really hurts a bit."

Qin Wuque took a glance and saw that the wound had healed automatically, and the new skin was smooth and seamless.

He brandished his folding knife to once again block Rum's attack, and raised his chin arrogantly at the latter.

"FAQ!" said a dog head, raising his middle finger.

Rum was slightly stunned by this sudden ridicule, and then a sharp pain came from the tip of his toes.

"what--!"

Rum cried out in pain with a hideous look on his face. He lowered his head and saw that one of Qin Wuque's lackeys was stepping horizontally on his toes, giving all five of his toes a unified attack.

People say that the fingers are connected to the heart, and the same is true for the toes.

In the brief delay, a machine gun bullet solved Rum's pain.

The severed limb flew high into the air and Rum fell back onto the deck, holding his broken thigh with both hands and wailing miserably.

But he was not actually in as much pain as he showed. At least in the process of falling to the ground and wailing, the bleeding from his broken leg had stopped, and fresh granulation tissue began to grow from the fracture.

The speed seems slow, but it is actually very fast.

Just as Rum clenched the Japanese sword in both hands and prepared to resist this most difficult period, Qin Wuque, who was supposed to pursue the victory, jumped back onto the fighter plane.

"Let's go, I won't play with you anymore, bye."

He said this, but he actually did it.

Rum stared blankly at Qin Wuque, who was in a very good situation, sitting back in the fighter cabin, turning the nose of the plane and driving away in the direction he came from without looking back, and the rest of the fighter jets that were still bombarding the aircraft carrier roared away.

The world suddenly became quiet.

W-what's going on?

Rum was confused.

A strong throbbing suddenly surged into his heart.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky above, which was the fundamental source of his throbbing.

What is there... above the starry sky?

Rum hesitated.

The next second, a beam of light from low-Earth orbit covered the entire sea area centered on him.

In an instant, the sky and the earth turned white.

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Cat, cat~ (lie down)

Chapter 415 Diamond Casino

A pillar of light that destroyed everything fell, followed by a sky-high tide.

The whole ocean was shocked.

The incredible kinetic energy that accelerated from low-Earth orbit and accumulated until it reached sea level was released in one go, just like a scepter of God falling from the sky, smashing a huge crater in the Pacific Ocean.

The aircraft carrier that Rum was so proud of disintegrated on the spot the moment it came into contact with the huge metal rod weighing several tons. It had no resistance at all, perfectly interpreting what "shattered" means.

The huge waves that followed the capsize swept the broken wreckage, which should have been floating on the sea and slowly sinking, directly into the deepest part of the seabed.

As for Rum himself... he was probably simply evaporated and not even a trace of him could be found.

All beings are equal under space-based artillery.

Qin Wuque supported himself with his hands and lay face down on the cockpit of the fighter jet. The protective cover was open. The tsunami-like waves below splashed up tiny waves that reached high into the sky and hit his face like raindrops.

He raised his head and looked at the apocalyptic scene in the sea behind him, and let out a hearty cheer.

He had been wanting to do this for a long time.

"Nissan pressure Masne." Noah's Ark's voice came from below.

Qin Wuque lowered his head and saw that the virtual image of Noah's Ark had appeared on the screen of the mobile phone he had left on the seat. It was staring at him from bottom to top with its chin supported and its head tilted.

Although it is artificial intelligence, and even artificial intelligence with its own personality and soul, it is still a program after all and must abide by the basic laws for the use of electronic devices.

It’s like no matter how awesome a person is, he can’t see through his belly button.

No matter how powerful Noah's Ark is in the online world, it must observe the situation in the real world through devices such as cameras.

Qin Wuque briefly imagined how he would look like in the photo taken by the front camera of his mobile phone, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

It seems... quite indecent.

He picked up his phone awkwardly and sat down again. The protective cover above his head immediately closed automatically, blocking out all the strong wind and noise.

"Is there really a need for such a lousy joke to exist?" Qin Wuque rolled his eyes and complained, calmly changing the subject.

"Hmm? Stinky? What's the stink?"

Noah's Ark tilted his head with a puzzled expression on his face, as if he didn't understand what it meant.

"Forget it, forget it. It's nothing. You're just a kid and you don't understand." Qin Wuque waved his hand quickly and closed the door to the new world in time.

"Oh……"

A certain artificial intelligence immediately nodded obediently.

"By the way, brother, shall we go back to Suzuki Tower now?"

"……what?"

Qin Wuque was stunned for a moment, then raised his thumb and pointed at the huge fuselage behind him from the cockpit.

"What do you mean, just... drive back directly?"

"Of course!"

Noah's Ark also followed suit and raised his thumb, and the expression on his face automatically turned into a very vivid >w<.

"Of course we have to look triumphant when we return. Don't worry, with me here, the Japanese Self-Defense Forces will never find out!"

"Well... OK."

Qin Wuque didn't care. He shrugged and found the private phone number of a special consultant of the Suzuki Group from his cell phone address book.

"But before that, I have to go and tell the good news, so that the old man won't be so nervous that he can't sleep all night."

……

At the same time, in Suzuki's mansion.

The hand of the quartz clock on the wall was about to reach the "X" position, but Suzuki Jirokichi was still sitting upright in the study with his back straight.

The desk lamp was on and a thick book was open in front of him.