Furniture City War God on the Assembly Line! Wreaking Havoc with Wrenches and Folding Chairs

"Open fire! Turn them into sieves!"

One hundred and twenty heavy rotary machine guns had their barrels rotating at high speed simultaneously.

The blue-purple muzzle flashes merged into one.

Chan Ka-kui let out a strange cry, braced himself against the ground with the steel pipe, and used the momentum to roll three times to the side, plunging into the arms assembly line on the right.

"Take cover! Everyone be careful!"

Chan Ka-kui crouched behind the chassis of a half-finished armored vehicle, sticking out half of his nose to glance to the left and right.

The control panel next to it was filled with hydraulic wrenches and folding iron stools, and overhead hung more than a dozen steel cable rails for transporting parts.

David flipped and leaped onto a running rubber conveyor belt, ducked to avoid a hail of bullets, and grabbed a wrench from the workbench:

Don't repeat your old mistakes!

"This isn't a department store on Hong Kong Island; those tin-canned bastards have machine guns that can literally turn people into mincemeat!"

"What are you afraid of! Once we're on the assembly line, that's our territory!"

Hong Wubi roared, his sturdy body nimbly weaving in and out of the gap.

The workbench that had been there before was now placed in front of him.

"Jingle bells!"

A hail of bullets sent sparks flying.

Several cyborg mechanical soldiers at the front surrounded him, raising their left-arm battle axes above their heads and slashing down at Hong Wubi's cover.

"Good timing! Try Fatty's teppanyaki!"

Hong Wubi slammed into the middle of several mechanical soldiers, his waist and hips moving in unison.

He swung his left fist upwards with the steel plate, deflecting two battle axes, and then swung his right hand, raising the workbench and slapping it horizontally at the mechanical soldiers on his left.

"Clang!"

The heads of those half-human, half-machine creatures were smashed on the spot, and the hydraulic hoses in their necks burst out with black oil, flying out and knocking over several mechanical soldiers.

Before the remaining two mechanical soldiers could launch their next attack, Hong Wubi dropped the workbench and clasped his arms together.

Hold the two iron lumps between your hands.

"Beat him up!"

Hong Wubi exhaled and made a sound, contracting his lower abdomen.

A cracking sound rang out; it snapped in two instantly!

"Fatty's awesome! Leave a few for me!"

David chuckled, leaped into the air, and gracefully somersaulted in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the incoming bullet.

"Let me fix your brains!"

David, while in mid-air, hooked his right toe onto the bench and delivered a triple volley kick.

The iron bench slammed into the mechanical soldier's side of the head, sending sparks flying.

That wasn't all. David stepped on his right foot with his left foot, rising into the air a second time, and landed behind several other mechanical soldiers.

The hydraulic wrench in his hand got stuck on the knee of a mechanical soldier.

With his left hand in a Wing Chun hand position, he pressed against the back of another mech soldier's spine, unleashing a sudden burst of power!

"Snap! Bang!"

The mechanical soldier who was hit by the short-range force exploded in a cloud of black smoke from its chest, and its core motherboard was shattered into pieces by the force of the attack.

"These metal lumps are too slow at turning; they're not even as agile as the wooden dummy in our training ground!"

David grinned and jumped up and down between the assembly line supports, wrench in hand.

They specifically targeted the heat pipes of the mechanical soldiers, hitting them accurately every time.

On the other side, Hua Xinwu did not pick up any of the heavy tools.

They moved about silently.

A dozen or so mechanical soldiers craned their necks, their red lights flashing wildly, but they couldn't catch him.

"Too slow, full of flaws."

Hua Xinwu hung upside down from the head of a heavily armored mechanized soldier, his arms moving like serpents emerging from their holes, unleashing a move from the Choy Li Fut style of boxing called "Twin Dragons Emerging from the Sea."

With both hands, they gripped the seam between the mechanical soldier's chin and the back of his head armor and twisted it!

"Crack!"

He twisted the head, which was welded to the alloy spine, three hundred and sixty degrees.

The entire main control cable was pulled out by the roots.

Hua Xinwu released his grip and landed, his leather shoe landing on the mechanical soldier's chest. He flicked two incoming bullets between two fingers of his right hand.

The two mechs collapsed to the ground, billowing black smoke.

"You three are fighting so politely?"

Chan Ka-kui's loud voice suddenly came from the workshop.

David looked up and nearly threw the wrench he was holding.

Chan Ka-kui was seen climbing onto the ten-meter-high overhead crane track at some point.

With his left hand gripping the crane's steel hook, he held a roll of yellow industrial insulating tape, half a meter in diameter, tucked under his right arm.

Two thick canvas fire hoses were wrapped around his neck!

"Watch me!"

Chan Ka-kui pushed off the workshop wall with both feet, grabbed the overhead crane hook, and swung like Tarzan above the assembly line.

More than twenty mechanized soldiers below simultaneously raised their machine guns and began firing at him from behind.

Chan Ka-kui tucked his buttocks in mid-air, yelled, and tied one end of the fire hose to the hook, then hurled the other end down at the densest group of mechanical soldiers below.

"Let's go! Tie up the pig!"

Using the inertia of the overhead crane rails, he circled around the necks of the dozen or so mechanized soldiers.

Those mechanical soldiers had never seen such a slapstick fighting style that lacked any sense of martial ethics.

The gun barrels were all tangled together with thick canvas hoses.

"Close the net!"

Chan Ka-kui flipped and jumped off the hook, pushing off with both feet as he landed.

He gripped the end of the fire hose with both hands, veins bulging on his neck, and pulled back with all his might!

"Splash!"

Fourteen heavily armed mechanized soldiers were strangled together by the water hoses, their heads banging against each other, machine gun barrels with tomahawks stuck to them, all haphazardly thrown into a mess.

Before they could even unleash the water hoses, Chan Ka-kui had already pounced on them.

He swung the large roll of yellow industrial insulating tape in his hand and frantically wrapped it around the arms and legs of this pile of iron lumps.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Chan Ka-kui's hands moved so fast they left afterimages. While wrapping duct tape around his hands, he used his knee to hold down the mechanical soldier's head, panting heavily as he muttered:

"I told you not to fire! I told you not to shine an infrared beam at my forehead!"

"Do you even know that Xiao Mei just washed this jacket for me? If you ruin it, can you afford to pay for it?!"

In less than five minutes.

The once formidable 120 fourth-generation cyborg machine legions were reduced to a pile of sparking scrap metal in the workshop.

Some had iron benches stuck in their heads, while others were flattened by bulletproof steel plates.

There were also a dozen or so wrapped up like giant rice dumplings with yellow tape, wriggling around on the ground like maggots.

Chan Ka-kui plopped down on the bundle of mechanized soldiers, wiped the sweat from his brow, and shouted up to the second-floor platform:

Hey! You foreigner, what's your name, the Pig Slayer?

"The quality of this batch of goods is not good. Do you have any sturdier ones to test?"

On the second-floor command platform, the Killer crushed the iron railings with both hands.

"Very good, excellent."

The Killer stepped off the second-floor platform and crashed to the ground from a height of more than ten meters.

His mutant abilities activated simultaneously, and an invisible mechanical shaping magnetic field enveloped his entire body.

Hanging on his chest, on his back...

More than twenty weapon modules, miniature nuclear batteries, and even the scattered mechanical soldier arms and rotary machine gun parts on the ground all flew up on their own!

"Click-clack!"

The dazzling series of bite sounds is completed in just two seconds.

The scattered mechanical parts reassembled and fused together on the Killer's right shoulder and right arm.

In the blink of an eye, a giant exoskeleton cannon, 2.5 meters long and integrating a high-frequency electromagnetic gun barrel, a six-barrel Gatling gun, and a miniature thermobaric projectile launcher, appeared before the four people.

The cannon hummed and vibrated, and a charging light illuminated as it locked onto Chan Ka-kui.

"Go to hell, you juggling monkey!"