EP.9 Lightning Speed
"The enemy is coming."
After saying this to Meteor, FE204863 immediately climbed back to the driver's seat of the troop carrier. After Meteor got back into the vehicle, Second Brother hesitated to start the engine.
Meteor heard the roar of engines coming from the distant road across the sea bridge and asked anxiously.
What are we waiting for?
Sixty-Three glanced at his watch. "Waiting for an event to occur."
The magic of [Regret Pill] lies in this: from Bu Liuxing's perspective, it's impossible to fathom the intention behind every action of FE204863.
This incident refers to the arrival of the Chinook Coastal Defense Transport Helicopter in Ginza.
Sixty-Three stretched his hand out the window, using his Thumb to measure the distance to the seaside.
--At that very moment, A Xing sensed a strong spatial disturbance.
He has transformed from a caterpillar into a butterfly, and the data on his Inspiration has undergone a qualitative leap. In that brief moment, he could clearly perceive a strong sense of déjà vu.
At this moment, the second brother turned pale, as if his brain had been hit hard, and the amplitude of the surging psychic energy tide became weaker and weaker.
Until his Thumb served as a distance measuring ruler, against the backdrop of surging waves in the distance, a CH-47 Chinook transport plane slowly rose.
The troop carrier's engine restarted, and the agile four-wheel-drive all-terrain vehicle turned around on the spot, leaving a perfect circular tire track. The Sixty-Three- wheel-drive vehicle headed back the way it came.
Immediately behind, the sound of self-defense gunfire from Chinook aircraft-mounted M60s rang out.
Meteor asked nervously, "There are planes chasing us! Should we ignore them?"
Sixty-Three: "No need."
Meteor: "Can a car outrun an airplane?"
Sixty-Three: "We're driving an electric car, a new energy vehicle, not a car."
Meteor: "That's not what I meant!"
Sixty-Three: "I just wanted to tell a lame joke, so you'll play along."
Just then, the troop carrier bounced slightly on the spot, a very, very slight jolt, which Meteor barely noticed.
The self-defense machine gun followed the serpentine troop carrier, spitting out bursts of bullets that shattered the bricks and stones of the isolation zone and knocked off steel bars and pieces of iron.
The troop carrier's wheel hubs gripped the bridge and road tightly, and two golden metal blocks suddenly shot out from the gap between the spinning rubber tires and the ground!
They flew at a low altitude of over sixty meters, all striking the Chinook's propeller blades. They failed to cause any substantial damage to the rapidly spinning wings, but they triggered a terrifying chain reaction.
The Chinook has six rotor blades, arranged one above the other on the fuselage. The rotor blade at the nose is slightly lower than the one at the tail. These two broken iron bars hit the canard blades precisely, causing the two blades to deform momentarily and slamming hard into the rapidly spinning tail fin!
Almost instantly, Meteor heard a terrifying metallic tearing sound. Sixty-Three, on the other hand, remained expressionless and continued driving forward as if nothing had happened. Three seconds later, the sound of a heavy object falling into the sea came from the seaside side of the bridge.
"He's done it?!" Meteor was incredulous. This was the first time he had directly faced the power of the [Regret Pill]. "He's done it just like that?"
"Don't rush, the best is yet to come." Sixty-Three muttered to himself as he tossed trash out the window.
He took out the sergeant's certificate from the storage compartment of the troop transport vehicle and got two cherry blossom medals. Their owners had already gone to Extreme Bliss Space to be reincarnated, but these two pieces of nickel-plated steel still had an unfinished mission.
Meteor watched as her second brother fiddled with the props in the car, his movements so practiced, as if he were in his own bedroom.
The roar of a motorcycle engine came from outside the car window; it was a high-revving electric motorcycle. Meteor remembered that sound! It was Night Wanderer's ride!
He tried to peek into the rearview mirror, but was immediately pulled back by Sixty-Three!
In the blink of an eye! The troop carrier's trajectory veered sharply to one side, and Meteor lost his balance. A beam of azure light drew a terrifying, dark wound across the road ahead.
That was the result of direct fire from the Night Wanderer's main battle rifle!
The passenger-side rearview mirror had been burned to ashes by the high-temperature plasma from the railgun. Meteor turned pale with fright; his handsome face was just a hair's breadth away from being gone!
As the second brother slammed on the brakes, artillery fire rained down from ahead, flames and flying rocks pelting the bulletproof glass. Then, the car suddenly accelerated, the rear of which had been damaged by the bomb, violently propelling the meteor forward. The powerful push almost sent the guy flying.
Sixty-Three remained leisurely with one hand on the steering wheel, while the other hand was extremely busy. He didn't even look at the road, leaning halfway down in the driver's seat, looking down and hunching over while using the hand with the watch to perform various operations that Meteor couldn't understand at all.
A string of glittering props shot out of the window. Yezhong rode up on his motorcycle, his main battle rifle still charging. He grabbed his execution sword and his secondary weapon, a hand cannon, and tried to force his way onto the vehicle.
Two explosives rolled down the road. The moment Yezhong's composite sight locked onto them, the Night Wanderer had no doubts; his motorcycle and armor were perfectly capable of withstanding these bombs.
But the chain of the medal was like the rope of a slingshot, pulling the two explosives into a random Brownian motion. They quickly wrapped around the Night Wanderer's vehicle, crawled into the brake disc of the front wheel, and the moment the chain got stuck in the wheel hub steel beam, it swung along with the speeding front wheel of the motorcycle, turning into a powerful flying hammer!
The bomb struck Night Wanderer on the head, causing his head to tilt to one side of the handlebars. The RDX explosive scattered as soon as it ignited, without causing a violent explosion; instead, it turned into a huge fireball.
C60 began to turn white under the scorching flames. Night Wanderer's black nano-armor resembled years of accumulated scabs. Gale-force winds swept across his skin, peeling away terrifying scars from his cyborg body.
The second bomb, propelled by its powerful inertia, knocked his head back into place. Magnesium powder and reeds from the flashbang were scattered out. Originally a twelve-shot charge, its fragments and powder landed on the scorching MCFC motorcycle battery pack, quickly igniting into a pure white flame.
Meteor glanced in the rearview mirror; half of the troop carrier's rear end had been blown away by the sudden artillery barrage.
The motorcycle speeding along the highway crashed head-on. Yezhong didn't even have time to adjust his posture and fire, turning into an aerial acrobat. In the instant the front wheel deformed and collapsed, this Night Wanderer seemed to be performing acrobatics, spinning five or six times in mid-air before landing, leaving behind a sticky white blood clump on the road, along with fragmented artificial remains and steel bones.
After doing all this, Sixty-Three, as if possessed by foresight, took out the Jingguang from his chest.
He jerked the steering wheel, causing the vehicle to swerve towards the inner side of the bay. He fired the shot almost as if he were one with the vehicle, his movements so subtle that it was nearly impossible to detect.
After Jingguang fired all twenty-one bullets, a swarm of drones emerged from under the Haibin Road Bridge, only to be shattered by the fierce pre-firing.
After doing all that, the second brother casually tossed Jingguang into Liuxing's arms.
The meteor was stunned for a moment before it could react.
The second brother moved extremely quickly, holding Jingguang's magazine in his hand and loading bullets by gripping it with his thumb and forefinger and using his fingers to load them.
When Meteor finally felt the pain, he yelled and ripped the scalding hot floating island-style gun barrel off his thigh. His body shuddered, and the pistol flew into the air. He then told his second brother to retrieve it by inserting the magazine into the grip.
Jingguang returned to the chest guard plate of the Sixty-Three, as if nothing had happened.
As Meteor's rear end returned to the passenger seat, he immediately saw Sixty-Three pull out the Galaxy and the Hunting Goddess from under the seat—Second Brother handed the Galaxy to Meteor.
"Fight me, and I'll fire when you fire."
Bu Liuxing, holding his rifle, shouted, "Where are you firing?!"
The second brother jerked the steering wheel, and the troop carrier swerved sideways, coming to a complete stop facing the sea.
In an instant, he pushed open the door and got out of the car, grabbed Meteor's arm, and dragged the kid into a crawling position, making him lie face down in the driver's seat.
The moment he stepped outside, his second brother cleared the firing line. Mud and sparks from exploding shells littered both sides of the road, and the shockwave made it impossible for Meteor to open his eyes. Driven by instinct, he used his soul power to protect his eyes and maintain his firing posture.
The moment [Mr. Wei Meng Rap] appeared, Sixty-Three gave his bright red fist a hard pat, grabbing it to use as a spiritual tool to keep his good brother in duel mode—this fair referee could protect the two of them to the greatest extent possible.
Gunfire erupted, and bullets flew in a hail of bullets.
Four hundred meters away, Zhong Kui caught the drone as it approached the troop carrier, maintaining a low-altitude gliding posture. She was first shot down by the Hunting Goddess's bullets, plunging headfirst into the green vegetation of the isolation zone, losing some of her mobility.
When Meteor also started pulling the trigger, Second Brother ran out of bullets. He immediately pulled out the magazine from Meteor's Galaxy and put it under the handguard of the Hunting Goddess, continuing to maintain suppressive fire.
Meteor was completely bewildered. So, the reason he was asked to shoot along was to make it easier for his second brother to reload.
After unleashing his firepower, Sixty-Three didn't linger or check the results. He quickly climbed into the driver's cab and slammed on the accelerator. Before he was even fully seated, the vehicle pushed him back into the driver's seat.
Before Meteor could fully get up, his second brother plopped down on his back. Before the car door could even be closed, two more shell craters appeared on the side door of the troop carrier.
When the vehicle came to a complete stop again, Sixty-Three crawled into the carriage and quickly got off with Berloberg.
Zhong Kui finally caught her breath and charged fiercely towards her hateful enemy. Powerful infrasound waves emanated from her chest and abdomen as she pulled out guns and bullets from her carrying gear and began a firefight.
The bullet blasted away at Sixty-Three's physical body, but the meteor's spiritual power stopped it.
Zhong Kui refused to retreat, switching to a high-frequency weapon to decide the outcome. In the first round, he charged forward, his two short swords glowing with an eerie cherry-colored light.
Sixty-Three wielded his sword, slicing through the asphalt road and scattering sparks like kindling. In an instant, Berloberg burst forth with intense, bright light.
He charged forward to meet Zhong Kui's slashing attack, effortlessly bypassing the two swords' obstruction, and shattered the madwoman's MCFC battery pack.
The powerful heavy sword abruptly stopped the cybernetic cyborg charging like a cheetah halfway through its attack! The scorching blade was stuck in Zhong Kui's chest cavity. Sixty-Three kicked it away and pulled out the heavy sword. The corpse was still trembling, with an expression of disbelief on its face.
After finishing all this, Meteor climbed back from the driver's seat to the passenger seat. He saw his second brother throw down several bags of military rations from his chest protector. The cloth bags of rations had handprints made by Zhong Kui's special ability on them.
Sixty-Three climbed back into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas again, and tossed Berloberg into the truck bed as if he were just going out to take out the trash.
Meteor: "Where are their artillery?!"
Sixty-Three: "Luo Ping'an will resolve this."
Meteor: "How do we solve this?!"
Before he could finish speaking, the barking of a wolfhound coming from the rocks and hills on the right side of the road drew Meteor's attention.
Sixty-Three stole the Iron Knight from A Xing and hurled it with all his might towards the source of the sound.
"--Ouch! My stick!" Before Meteor could cry out in alarm, the Iron Knight struck the bridge railing and flew even further away.
The artillery team in Ginza was commanded by Hayabusa and Yoguang. They were 160 meters away from the bridge in a straight line. They were wary of Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing's close-range combat abilities and had been observing from a distance.
Most of the four teams of over fifty people remained on alert. Given the unusual temperature in Ginza, it was difficult to hit a vehicle a hundred meters away with a low-angle shot. To avoid accidentally injuring teammates, only two experienced gunners were handling the shells.
A huge wolfhound charged out from the leeward side of the mountain. Luo Ping'an and Black Brother were finally freed and arrived in the suburban mountains.
In an instant, most of the Ginza Self-Defense Force soldiers were sent flying by the Black Brother's reckless charge. Hayabusa's brows furrowed, sensing that something was amiss.
The wolf used all four paws to pry open the rocks and leap onto the roadbed. In just a few breaths, it jumped from the mountainside onto the bridge and disappeared from sight.
The Iron Knight spun around, its silver light swirling as it landed in Mr. Ping An's hands.
"Demon!--"
Having regained his weapons, Luo Ping'an once again faces the incarnation of the Fen Feng Wind.
He stood up from a clump of mud and sand, and his roar drew a volley of gunfire from the Ginza Self-Defense Forces.
The bullets left holes in his avatar's body, then emerged from his back and flew further away, like hitting mud and quicksand, without causing any damage.
The members of each squad became increasingly alarmed as they fought; they had never seen such a bizarre situation before.
Even the essence of a divine beast has its limits; as long as the firepower is strong enough, firearms can make even a god bleed.
Hayabusa, his face covered in cold sweat, involuntarily pushed Yoguang away and silently took a half-step back.
Luo Ping'an separated the Iron Knight's sword and hammer, his clothes tattered and worn.
He challenged Yoguang to a duel.
"Bring it on!"
The helmet of the Day Wanderer pops out, covering his mouth and nose. The double pupils in the composite sight's prosthetic eyes quickly lock onto the enemy. The two eight-petaled lotus flowers transform into the [Awakened One's Mudra], a yoga gesture in Buddhism that signifies enlightenment.
The other child of Fen Feng did not back down from the fight. He drew his iron mace and steel rod, like a warrior restricted by a sword ban, who could only use this blunt weapon to kill his enemy.
The other end--
--Meteor and his second brother weren't idle either.
They had just put the fat, greasy Black Brother onto the troop carrier when Sixty-Three immediately started the engine, completely ignoring Luo Ping'an's life or death, and sped off back the way they came.
"Hey! Hey!" Meteor kept shouting, "There are still people who haven't gotten on the bus!"
Sixty-Three replied, "That's Mr. Ping An's spiritual power! Not his physical body! Wake up!"
The meteor immediately fell silent. "Oh."
But upon closer reflection, he immediately became restless.
"My club! I, the Iron Knight, am still in his hands!"
Sixty-Three reached out and touched Black Brother's chubby chin.
"Don't worry, this is a personal matter. Mr. Ping An will return your weapon intact after borrowing it to take revenge. If we want to leave Haofeng Ridge and pass through that tunnel safely, we'll definitely need Luo Ping'an's help."
Upon hearing this, Meteor immediately felt relieved. "Oh."
But Sixty-Three had no intention of letting the kid leave work early, because new pursuers were coming from behind.
Those were two knights, and also the decisive weapons of Shinto City.
The iconic black horse is called [Three Kingdoms Black] on Extreme Bliss Space's merchandise list, and the knight is [North Wind], who is depicted as a samurai general.
The other horse, also with a black mane and black skin, is an all-terrain off-road quadruped bionic vehicle, just like [Sangoku Black]. It is called [White Stone] on Extreme Bliss Space's product list. Both are famous horses from Japan's Sengoku period.
A ninja wearing a mask to conceal his face and covered in black leather armor chased after them along with North Wind.
This ninja was the last of the Six Divisions of Shinto, named [Hayabusa] after the Ki-84 fighter jet.
The horse's hooves pounded out lightning and clouds.
--The misty vapor, carrying lightning, spread toward the speeding troop transport vehicle.
The crimson mist surging from Ginza formed a ferocious Divine Dragon, which grew increasingly solid as two knights Mercedes-Benz along the coast, the heavy thunder the Divine Dragon's low roar.
Sixty-Three was joking with a shooting star.
"These two are yours. In this state, I can't summon Fragrant Dream to help—since you love fighting so much, these two generals, Wind God and Thunder God, are yours. Fight to your heart's content!"
As soon as Bu Liuxing opened his mouth, Sixty-Three sidled up to him with a wicked grin, and together they cursed at the two gods in the rearview mirror, following the script Bu Liuxing had read.
I'll hit your mother!
I'll hit your mother!