Suburban Industrial Park
Butcher kicked the car door again, and a puff of black smoke came out of the hood, making him take half a step back.
"Fuck it!"
He walked around to the front of the car and slapped the hood with his palm, making a dent in the iron plate. Apart from this, nothing happened.
Hughie poked half of his head out from the passenger seat, his face was white, he looked up at the sky, his voice was broken.
"It's coming! It's coming again! It's flying towards us!"
"I knew it was coming! Shut the fuck up!"
Butcher turned around and yelled, then turned back to kick the tires.
The tires are fine, but his feet hurt.
The back seat door was pushed open, Mother's Milk squeezed out, Frenchie rolled out from the other side, two people squatted behind the door, Frenchie touched the gun and cursed.
"What kind of junk car is this! Butcher What kind of junk car are you looking for! You can't even start a fire! Which scrapyard did you drag it back from?"
"Rent! I paid for it!"
"You fucking call this a rental? You have to pay extra to rent this car!"
Mother's Milk pulled the rifle safety and gritted his teeth to interrupt them both.
"Stop arguing."
"I shouldn't have come out with you. It's so late at night in this barren factory area, there's not even a street light."
"How the hell did I know something like this was coming after me!"
Butcher finally walked back from the front of the car, grabbed the rifle, looked up at the sky, and his face darkened.
"Okay. Copy it guys."
"Those green pools are coming."
That thing flew close to the clouds, its wings spread wider than a building, and pressed against it from the night sky.
Its movement can be heard from a kilometer away.
The sound of the wind, the flapping of wings, and the low, thunderous roar coming from deep in the throat.
Frenchie raised the RPG in his hand, glanced at it, and then put it down again.
"Hey, do you think this thing can be beaten by RPG?"
"You have to fight even if you can't kill him."
Hughie was squatting behind the car, his hands shaking like chaff, holding an M4A1 with the muzzle dangling.
"C-can I ask, what is this thing? The flying mother from fairy tales?"
"Who else made it? The government made it? Vought's?"
"You ask it!"
Butcher put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, took a step, and shot a shuttle towards the sky.
Others followed, the rifles rang out continuously, and bullets were poured on Flying Dragon.
Sparks splashed everywhere on the scales, creating dense golden highlights.
Flying Dragon didn't even leave a white mark on its body, but it tilted its head and became angry.
"Guys, he seems angry."
"Fuck! So fucking hard!"
"Then keep fighting!"
The RPG flew out, trailing smoke and hitting Flying Dragon in the face.
Flying Dragon tilted its head, flapped its wings, and the RPG exploded on its wing membrane. There was a ball of fire, the smoke dispersed, and nothing was left on the wing membrane.
Butcher's face turned completely black.
"Can't beat it."
Flying Dragon swooped down, opened his mouth, and the flames swept over the roof of the factory area. The iron roof was burned red and soft, and molten iron began to drip from the edge.
The four people rolled and crawled to the back of the factory building. Frenchie fell down and smoke was coming from the tips of his hair when he got up.
"My fucking hair is hairy!"
"Get down!"
Mother's Milk dragged him behind the cement tank, and Flying Dragon passed over their heads. The wind pressure lifted up all the gravel on the ground, making them hold their heads and shrink.
"This is a fucking Magic creature! That guy named Drago raises a Magic creature!"
"Damn Fake! That guy is indeed not the product of Compound V."
"Damn it, he must be Demon!"
Hughie shivered, "I knew that guy was green and looked like he was not a human being."
Butcher wiped the dust from his face.
"Can you say something useful."
"What's useful is that ordinary bullets are useless, RPGs are useless, and the two damn armor-piercing bullets in my car are probably useless too!"
"Then what are you talking about?"
Frenchie opened his mouth and held it for two seconds.
"... I don't know either."
The top of my head suddenly became quiet.
Flying Dragon pulled it up and circled above their heads, folding and releasing its wings and looking at these little things below.
The factory area was ablaze, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.
Then it swooped down again.
"Coming!"
Butcher raised the gun, but even though he knew it was useless, he still held it down with his fingers.
At this moment, the sound of a car engine was heard in the distance.
An off-road vehicle rushed in from outside the factory area, stopped suddenly, the door popped open, and two women jumped out.
The Asian one landed first, and rushed forward as soon as his feet touched the ground, his fists clenched, and his eyes filled with the fierceness of wanting to strike at any moment.
Kimiko.
Starlight came down from the other side, with a faint light still shining on his body. He raised his hands with his palms facing the direction of Flying Dragon.
"Hughie! Are you okay?"
Before she finished speaking, the light from her palm was already emitted.
A beam of light cut across and hit the side of Flying Dragon, exploding into a spot of light, although it did not cause any damage.
But the wings of Flying Dragon were stung by the sun, and their flight path was offset by half a meter.
Kimiko took the opportunity to rush to Frenchie, pulled him up from the ground, and made a "go" sign with his hand?
Bu Frenchie monster shook his head and pointed to the sky.
"It can't be hit. The scales on that thing are hard and all the bullets will fly away."
"Don't you know big eyes?"
"Asshole!"
Starlight fired another shot, this time aiming at Flying Dragon's eyes.
Flying Dragon turned his head and hid, but when he hid, he retracted his wings, dropped a few meters in height, and fell into the gap between the factory buildings.
"It's coming down!" Hughie shouted.
"Now! Hit the eyes!"
Frenchie picked up the RPG and aimed carefully this time. Flying Dragon was crowded in the factory room and his wings were limited in expansion.
The head didn't move very much, and the RPG flew out and hit its left cheek.
Exploded.
Flying Dragon's head tilted, there was a crack in the scales at the corner of his eyes, and black and red blood seeped out.
"It's penetrated! It can be penetrated!"
"Come again! Fight at the same place!"
When loading the second RPG, Frenchie's hands were shaking, but he loaded it and fired it again.
Flying Dragon raised its head and breathed fire, and the pillar of fire swept across it. Frenchie was overturned by the air wave. The RPG deviated from the direction and hit the wall of the factory, causing half of the wall to collapse.
"Ho ho ho!"
Flying Dragon broke free from the pile of factory buildings, spread its wings, and lifted up into the sky again.
The crack on its left cheek was still oozing blood, but it flew higher, circling out of range.
"It has learned smartly." Mother's Milk said through gritted teeth.
"It's not stupid to begin with." Butcher changed the magazine, "Magic creature has a brain."
Flying Dragon circled overhead twice, then suddenly flew away to the east at a very fast speed, shrinking into a point in a few seconds.
Four people and two women stood there, panting, their bodies covered in ashes and smoke.
Frenchie was sitting on the ground, with the RPG thrown beside him. His hair was half burned, and his face was streaked with black and white.
"It's gone?"
"Gone."
"Why did you leave?"
"I don't know."
Butcher looked up at the direction where Flying Dragon disappeared and squinted his eyes.
"Maybe I went to call someone."