Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

As a red button in the black car was pressed, the metal disc immediately exploded violently, shattering the asphalt road into pieces. The violent shock wave also caused Chen's car to roll over, and after turning twice in the air, it fell heavily to the ground.

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The red sword light penetrated the door of the vehicle, breaking the severely deformed metal plate into pieces. Chen grabbed the door frame and dragged herself out. After taking two breaths, she immediately took out the terminal on her body and found that the signal was still transmitting. She turned around and looked for the surrounding vehicles, preparing to requisition them with her identity as a member of the Longmen Guard Bureau.

boom!

There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground nearby. Chen turned his head immediately, but his eyes widened in surprise... Claude grabbed the chassis of a car with both hands and was slowly placing one tire on the ground. The heavy vehicle made of steel was like an inflatable toy in his hands.

After the vehicle was completely stable, Chen discovered that a tall black beast had appeared behind Claude at some point. Its strong muscles rolled under its shiny fur, exuding a terrifying sense of power, and its slender neck and limbs added a lot of agility and elegance.

Claude turned over and sat on the horse's back. Now there was no condition for him to find a saddle, so he had to ride bareback.

Then he turned his head and looked at Chen next to him:

"What are you still standing there for? Come on, we need to catch up with them quickly. You should know their location."

"Oh……"

Chen quickly came to the warhorse, and Claude didn't have time to wait for her to figure out how to get on the horse, so he pulled her up.

"Find a place to hold on, we have to speed up."

Yanguo, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 221: Chasing the Murderer

When Chen heard this, she hugged Claude's waist without hesitation, and used her fingers in tactical gloves to press herself against Claude's back. It turned out that her action was extremely timely, because the next moment she felt a strong push on her back, which almost made her fall off the horse. The sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground was rapid and heavy, which made people's hearts beat along with it.

The strong wind brought by the high speed blew her hair, and the vehicles on both sides that were still driving normally were quickly overtaken by them. Amid the dense sound of hooves like raindrops, with only these two people and one horse, their speed reached a very terrifying level. Because there was no glass to block the airflow, Chen could experience this more personally.

The violent airflow tore at her body desperately, making her tied hair become messy, and this was still the result of Claude's broad back shielding her. This strange Kuranta could run at such a speed relying only on four legs, which was not inferior to the special vehicles built by those high-tech companies. It was hard to imagine what kind of structure its joints, ligaments, muscles and bones had to withstand such a force.

And this is far from the limit, the speed is still increasing, traces of dazzling lightning emanate from the horse's eye sockets, and electric shock begins to spread under its four hooves, leaving a series of charred marks on the ground. The horse, with its feet on the golden electric light, also has the speed of lightning.

The warhorse ridden by the black knight is galloping wildly in the center of the bustling city. This scene seems like a time and space disorder. The warriors who fought in the mythological war have traveled through time and space to come here, and still refuse to stop their steps of conquest.

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The police in the entire city were mobilized, and all the vehicles of the Guard Bureau were running wildly on the empty streets. One black car had been blown to pieces by the on-board Originium cannon, and the remaining two were also badly damaged, but they kept running at a relatively high speed. However, the prosperous areas of the city had suffered huge damage. When they were about to be caught, the three black cars threw a large amount of Originium explosives crazily, and they were thrown randomly. Various facilities and shops on the roadside were blown to pieces by the powerful explosives. Moreover, these vehicles were equipped with terrible weapons, and even siege crossbows, which caused considerable losses to the police, but now they have been trapped in the net.

Another black car was hit hard by the primitive artillery. The powerful bombardment turned the thickly armored vehicle into a pile of steel ruins and burst into flames. Only a few charred bones were left of the driver. The police officers in the vehicle quickly reloaded and aimed the gun at the last car again.

If nothing unexpected happens, the last gangster will follow in the footsteps of his companions...

The trigger device was activated, and the shell flew accurately towards the speeding vehicle. The operators of the Guard Bureau operated extremely well and calculated the lead time accurately. The opponent's explosives had also been used up. Next, as the shell penetrated the opponent's shell, a violent explosion would end this chase.

There was a loud explosion and vibration, but every police officer was stunned, because it was not the explosion of a shell. The solid road surface suddenly collapsed. The chasing police cars avoided it, but the black vehicle drove into the blasted hole without hesitation. It was not until then that the explosion of a shell hitting the road was heard again.

Police cars stopped one after another, and the police officers of the brigade picked up their weapons and equipment and gathered together, preparing to enter the cave entrance to continue chasing the fugitives. The trouble caused by the other party today was too big, and no one in the entire Longmen would allow any surviving gangster to escape.

As the well-equipped and well-trained police officers, holding shields and crossbows, were preparing to descend into the cave via the rappelling device, a huge sound wave suddenly swept over them, blowing the surrounding dust all over the sky. Only the police officers with the sharpest eyesight among them saw what was happening at this moment.

"horse……"

"What? Don't be in a daze. Maybe another car fell down. We have to rescue people quickly..."

A heavily armed police officer heard the words of the guard behind him and hurriedly urged him to act quickly.

"No, Captain, that's not a car, it's a horse... a very beautiful horse."

"ah?!!"

Chongtan felt that he might need to pay attention to the mental health of his teammates, especially at such a critical moment. If hallucinations suddenly occurred, it could be quite fatal.

"I saw it too... No. 3 is right. It is indeed a very strong and handsome Kuranta."

"Yes, I saw it too."

"It is indeed a Kuranta beast, but there seems to be something on its back..."

The captain of the heavy armor team couldn't help but doubt his own eyes, because he didn't see clearly at all... Was he the one who needed to be checked?

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The spears thrust by the heavy knights under the power of horses can easily break rocks. If they swing their swords when they are staggered with the enemy, the blades will cut through bones and flesh no more easily than cutting a piece of tofu. Attacks on horseback are far more powerful than those on the ground, allowing them to use their weapons to easily destroy the enemy's armor and flesh.

Generally speaking, the speed of a warhorse during a charge is positively correlated with the power of its attack. The faster the speed, the greater the power. A warhorse that reaches its peak speed can rely on its heavy armor to easily plow through the formation and destroy the opponent's organization and morale.

And with Claude's current speed, if he strikes out, what will be the consequences? ... He already has the answer in his mind. If he strikes out with all his strength, he will directly cut off the connection mechanism of the entire mobile city and separate this area from the main body.

Therefore, he only used a small part of his strength, and did not even use the ether. The sword blade did not even touch the opponent. The airflow brought by the sword cut through the heavy black vehicle like tearing paper. The car body that was cut in half fell to the ground, and because of the effect of inertia, a large number of sparks were produced by friction in the passage of the underground maintenance layer.

Claude subconsciously clamped the horse's belly gently, and the warhorse's hooves finally came to a slow stop after stepping into deep pits on the thick steel deck. Claude also took off the two swords hanging on the horse's neck and threw them to the blue-haired girl behind him.

It only took them three minutes to catch up with the car, but the development of the incident was beyond Claude's expectations. The Lungmen Guards were not ordinary police officers. They had a large number of heavy weapons that could easily destroy armored vehicles, and a large number of professional operators trained in professional schools. This made them an army disguised as police. They had eliminated 2/3 of the enemies three minutes before Claude arrived.

But even if he had known that the Guards could handle it, Claude would still chase after him, not just because of the rage surging in his heart... even though the blade in his hand had already made a slight tremor and began to crave blood.

A man in black was crawling hard on the floor. His left leg was cut off diagonally from the root, revealing a rather large wound. Blood began to ooze out rapidly from the cut white flesh. This situation was very unusual because, normally, blood should have gushed out the moment his leg was cut off.

But Claude knew what was going on. A thick red mist was connected to the sword in his hand like the finest silk. As soon as the blood beads appeared from the wound, they immediately merged into the mist, and always maintained a disgusting pale color.

"Leave him alive first."

The red mist immediately stopped spreading and turned into a stream of red blood that spilled onto the ground, forming a distinct path of blood.

"Good boy."

Gently stroking the hilt inlaid with gold wire, Claude stepped on the sticky blood with his boots and walked towards the slowly crawling figure.

Because of the massive blood loss, the opponent was obviously unconscious. Claude reached out and grabbed the back of the opponent's head, pulled off the mask, and a pair of Luper ears popped out. The sword turned around and hit the side of the face with the hilt. A tooth flew out, and the opponent immediately woke up.

This was a young man, his light brown hair was soaked with blood and stuck tightly to his forehead, but what really caught Claude's attention were the black minerals that emerged from his forehead... He was undoubtedly an infected person, which was actually very normal. Most of the desperadoes were also infected people who were forced into a desperate situation.

The young man looked at Claude who was holding him up, and moved his mouth slightly as if he was about to spit at him, but Claude once again smashed the hilt of the sword on his mouth, smashing his lips and breaking his teeth, forcing him to swallow his saliva mixed with blood and broken teeth.

With a slight force from his fingers, the young man's head immediately felt a terrible pressure, as if it would explode like a rotten watermelon in the next moment.

"I ask, you answer. If you do something irrelevant, I will shut you up in my own way..."

The young gangster's expression froze completely, and a hot stream suddenly soaked through his pants and dripped onto the ground.

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Throwing the blood in his hand to the ground, Claude took out a piece of white cloth from his arms to wipe his hands. He had specially prepared this cloth to wipe the blood off the weapon, and now it was put to good use.

In the dark maintenance passage, the police officers who rushed over saw this scene:

The man in the gray windbreaker stood in the darkness, wiping his blood-stained hands with a white cloth. The scene was so shocking in its tension and beauty that even these well-trained operators stopped moving forward.

Claude's brows were slightly furrowed. He seldom made obvious expressions, but this look was a reflection of his emotions reaching their extreme. The terrible low pressure emanating from his body made everyone afraid to speak.

It was not until an eagle-eyed operator noticed the blood gathering behind Claude that he could not help but scream. The blood continuously flowed into the sword at his waist, and the demon skull on it seemed to be growing flesh and blood and eating its prey.

This scene also makes most people have a terrible association - the most notorious Sarkaz, the Blood Demon.

This thought made the police officers tighten their weapons and look at Claude nervously and fearfully. Although the other party had the physical characteristics of Kuranta, who could guarantee that this was not a trick of the cunning Sarkaz? No normal person would give their trust to a blood demon.

But they were well-trained elites after all, and they soon noticed that the blood would not enter the opponent's body, but was all absorbed by the evil and gorgeous sword.

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Of course the police officers were unable to catch the criminal. After all, there were only two bodies in the car that had been drained of blood and looked like formalin specimens. But because Chen and Claude had conducted the interrogation together, Chen already knew everything she needed to know, so her expression was even more exaggerated than Claude's at the moment.

As mentioned before, Longmen's infected policy is relatively relaxed, which is why a large number of infected people fled here before the emergence of the Integration Movement, especially since it is adjacent to Ursus. After all, although life here is extremely poor and precarious, it is better than being thrown into the Originium mine in Ursus. At least there is a way to survive here.

But too many infected people also brought a very serious problem, that is, how to deal with the relationship between them and the local residents of the city? You have to know that the contradiction between ordinary people and the infected in this world is quite sharp. If you really accept them all, you have to consider not only the infection of the source stone dust after the infected die, but also the surging public opinion of the city. After all, the infected have no say.

So the city took on such a strange form. The whole city was divided into two parts. On one side was a commercial city with a developed economy and prosperous trade, and on the other side was a slum with poverty and rampant crime. Claude had never seen a city with such sharp contradictions and such a huge gap between the rich and the poor. He was also keenly aware of the dangers lurking underneath.

Although he had just learned the answer he wanted, the situation he faced was still very difficult. The infected people who were locked up in the slums could not have no complaints. After all, their lives were so painful and difficult. Hundreds of corpses fell in unknown alleys every day, and countless pieces of meat were used to feed the growing Originium worm population in the sewers.

The nearby Longmen city is bustling with lights and nightlife. Most Longmen residents can live a decent life without worrying about dying somewhere. The Longmen police never care about the lives of the slum residents, who can only survive under the oppression of the gangs.

The conflict caused by this sharp contradiction has now reached a terrible level and may turn the city upside down at any time.

Yan Kingdom, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 222: Mist

The drizzle in the early morning made the benches on the street covered with a layer of fine water droplets. If you sit down rashly, your clothes will definitely get wet. Claude, who already knew the weather in Longmen, was naturally prepared. He was not tired and had to rest on the chair, but suddenly had a whim and wanted to sit on it to take a look at the current scene.

In his hand he held a large black umbrella with a black satin surface supported by fairly wide ribs. It seemed a little too big for one person to use, but it was just right for Claude now.

He stretched out his hand to his side, trying to pull a head with long white hair off his waist. The golden feathers on it tickled his wrist, but the other party hugged him very tightly, pulling his windbreaker into wrinkles, and buried his whole face in his waist.

"Hart, now that we're here, you don't need to hold me anymore."

“No!! You’re just a liar… You said you’d take me with you, but you ended up going hunting alone…”

"The situation was urgent and I had to stop those guys... Well, it all came down to my own negligence..."

Hart contentedly continued to tighten his arms and buried his head in Claude's waist.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

There was a very clear smacking sound coming from the side. Claude's face fell slightly and he turned his head away. A small fat duck was standing on his shoulder, and he didn't know why it made a smacking sound with its horny beak, but Claude could still see the mocking expression on his face.

"That's incredible. He flirts with so many females... I heard that this kind of man is called a scumbag?..."

"Where did you see this? ..."

"Of course it's the shiny sequins. It's quite easy to operate. You humans have such a colorful life. I've learned a lot of new things from it these past two days."

"I will inform Faust to confiscate all your electronic products. Just be quiet for two days and be a good duck."

Claude handed down the verdict impartially, ignoring the duck's boring screams and wails.

He still had a lot of things to do, and he couldn't just watch the city explode, which would deal a major blow to everything they had achieved. The conflict between the infected and ordinary people would intensify, and their foundation would be threatened, which Claude could never allow.

But now he has become the one who is tied up, because he dare not act rashly, and the other party is completely hiding in the dark and taking advantage. Although this kind of intrigue is not what he is good at, he must do something now.

Of course, before that, it is better to have a good chat with the actual controller of this city to avoid any misunderstandings later.

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Longmen is a very diverse and inclusive city, not only in terms of its economy and politics, but also in terms of its culture. People from all over the world live here, bringing with them their country's unique culture and cuisine, making this city all-inclusive. Residents are more receptive to new things than people in other cities, so there are often people wearing strange costumes on the streets, and everyone is used to it.

But today's combination still attracted a lot of attention. A handsome and tall Kuranta man was walking on the street, with a white-haired girl tightly hugged around his waist, and even a white-feathered duck squatting on his shoulder, making many citizens think that this was some kind of performance art.

Hart's feet in long boots tapped the ground deftly, and she easily followed Claude's footsteps in this strange posture, not caring at all about how people passing by looked at her. Claude also tried to keep a blank expression on his face, which was easy for him to do.

There was a slight brake sound nearby, and a Lungmen Guard police car stopped nearby. A green-haired head popped out of the window, and the pair of golden eyes looked at Claude with a smile.

"Mr. Claude, where are you going? If it's on your way, I'll give you a ride."

"On the way, thank you."

Before Xingxiong could react, she heard the sound of a car door opening. She turned around and found that Claude was already sitting in the back seat.

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"Well, Mr. Claude, I think our cooperation is established."

"of course."

The three of them picked up the teacups beside them and took a sip at the same time. The conversation was effortless. After all, they were the real masters of this city and cared more about the safety of the city than Claude did. But at the same time, they were also wary of Claude. After all, what Claude did was too intimidating, especially for people like them.

Claude has sent a message that Chernobog will come here to connect with Longmen after the 14th. At that time, they will accept all the infected people here, which is good for both of them. Longmen can throw away this huge burden, and Chernobog, which has a relatively small number of people, can also get a population supplement, which can be said to be a happy ending for everyone.

There is no need to worry about the Ursus Empire's attack. After all, Longmen is Yan's commercial city, and Ursus is wary of this powerful country. As Ursus is now unable to unite, they are unlikely to do anything extraordinary because of this matter.

This is equivalent to a dangerous bomb disposal operation. They need to separate the bomb from the gantry before it explodes, and try to stabilize the situation in the city to prevent sudden explosions before that.

As for those guys who tried to start a fire in the dark, the Reunion Movement and the Lungmen Society worked together to find them out of the darkness and uproot them. Especially when they learned that Kosice was behind this, Claude keenly noticed that there was something strange on the faces of the two men. Although it was not obvious because of the scales and hair, the gloomy look was undoubtedly revealed in their eyes.

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Machetes are a fairly easy-to-obtain weapon. With today's metal cutting technology, dozens of them can be cut from a large steel plate at a time. After a little polishing, the handle can be wrapped with tape or rope, or two pieces of wood can be attached to it, and then it can be used to chop people. The same is true for steel pipes. As long as a slanted cut is made, it can be used as a heavy striking weapon, or the sharp cut can be used to stab people with serious injuries that are fatal.

This kind of crude weapon is certainly not comparable to real swords and spears. Their strange center of gravity and short length will only result in a one-sided massacre when facing regular weapons. Therefore, the only suitable scenario for use is street fights. They can be equipped in large quantities at extremely low cost, and can be enough to kill people if they really hit the vital points. Even the newly joined gang members can get some.

Even with such crude weapons, it kills far more people in the slums every day than swords.

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Chouyu tightly gripped the machete in his hand. The handle was wrapped with two pieces of wood with a roll of tape, which barely made it feel comfortable. Now his sweat had completely soaked the tape, leaving it with a sticky and stuffy feeling, just like the cold sweat on his forehead.

He didn't know what was going on. He was just searching for possible food in the garbage dump when he was suddenly caught and thrown here. A machete was stuffed into his hand. There were many people like him around him, just ordinary people surviving in the slums, but now they were involved in a gang fight.

The two gangs were shouting and cursing loudly in a narrow alley, their faces flushed, hot sweat soaking their hair, flowing down their cheeks, and also wetting the colorful tattoos on their bodies.

Generally speaking, this situation is not likely to develop into a real fight, and the slum managers will soon come to mediate the conflict. Under the management of the Lord Rat King, casualties will be kept to an extremely low level.

The slum dwellers who are deeply fascinated by this process look forward to the iconic Zarak appearing here, so that they can continue to run for today's food.

But under their expectant eyes, the savior they longed for did not show up. Instead, the conflict became more and more intense, and had reached a point where it could not be contained.

Chouyu clenched the machete in his hand in despair. He had no other way now and could only fight for his life, otherwise he would be hacked to death.

The people at the front who were cursing the most fiercely raised their machetes and steel pipes, ready to hit the other party's head, saliva and bottles were flying everywhere, and it seemed that this conflict was inevitable. The most ferocious gang members suddenly froze, and the others didn't know what was going on, and gradually quieted down.