HLnovel Chapter 568 - 552: Firepower Is Justice
Chapter 568 - 552: Firepower Is Justice
The tracks of the armored vehicle crushed the broken pavement as Zhou Jian stood atop the command vehicle, his eyes squinting into slits behind the windproof goggles.
In the distance, a terrifying giant spider made of hundreds of corpses was disintegrating under the old man’s fists, the splattering bones and flesh falling like a grotesquely beautiful rainstorm.
"Hahaha!"
Zhou Jian suddenly burst into wild laughter, his rough palm clapping heavily on the armored plating,
"So many bodies, truly insane! These must be the vile thugs of [Destiny]!"
"Pass down the order!"
Zhou Jian abruptly retracted his smile, his palm clenching towards the street as if wanting to crush the entire road,
"Seal the street, cleanse everything!"
Inside the command vehicle, the young messenger widened his eyes, stupefied, and said:
"Reporting, Captain, that person looks like a scavenger..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the deputy cut him off coldly:
"If the Captain says so, it is so, or do you want to be the Captain?"
The messenger’s face turned ashen white.
The deputy’s electronic eye flashed a dangerous red light, his mechanical voice box emitting a cold synthetic sound:
"The first rule of the Investigation Corps?"
"Absolutely... absolutely obey orders!" the messenger quickly shouted.
The deputy stared hard at the messenger: "Execute!"
The messenger hurriedly grabbed the microphone, roaring, the command instantaneously spread through the encrypted channel across the entire convoy:
"Detected [Destiny]! Cleanse the street! Open fire!"
The turrets of twelve "Rhino"-class armored vehicles rotated simultaneously, the hydraulically driven barrels locking onto targets amidst mechanical calibration sounds.
The charging indicator light turned from green to red, the energy core humming and trembling, the barrel glowing with a blinding orange light.
Boom——!
The first volley tore through the entire street.
The high-explosive warheads detonated the instant they touched the ground, the shockwave spreading in a ring, lifting the pavement into a wave of debris several meters high.
The area where the old man stood was intensely covered, the temperature at the explosion center skyrocketing to thousands of degrees, the air warping in the heat.
The crumbling buildings and houses on both sides collapsed under the impact, steel frames breaking like dry branches, and chunks of concrete raining down like a storm.
The scavengers hiding in the ruins didn’t even have time to scream before they were torn to pieces by the shockwave, their limbs and bodies carbonizing in the high heat, turning into charred fragments and scattering away.
Zhou Jian leaned against the top of the command vehicle, the deputy respectfully lighting a cigar for him, the tobacco surface subtly glowing in the firelight.
He took a deep drag, the smoke rings swirling and dissipating in the aftershock of the explosion.
"Advance."
The armored convoy crushed over the ruins in a wedge formation, the tracks grinding against the charred remains with a tooth-gritting crunch.
The barrels of the vehicle-mounted automated machine guns spun rapidly, infrared scans locking onto every heat source, whether it was a survivor hiding behind a wall or a wounded person trying to crawl out of the rubble, they were pierced through by armor-piercing rounds in the next instant.
The concrete walls were torn like paper, the bullets penetrating three layers of obstacles before precisely hitting their targets, turning flesh and blood into sieves.
The elderly man rushed out from the smoke and dust of the explosion, his clothes aflame and tattered, leaving only a pair of shorts, his exposed skin covered in burns.
The shorts were also a creation of the old civilization, adorned with a red "S" pattern.
He roared, his fists glowing with a golden brilliance, fiercely unleashing a Demon Subduing Evil-Vanquishing Fist.
Boom!
The fist wind shattered the rain of bullets coming at him, the shell casings bursting like glass.
But in the next moment, the fire control systems of the armored vehicles recalibrated, and an even denser barrage poured in like a tidal wave.
Controlled by computers, the firepower web was seamless, without pause, every shattered barrage was immediately replaced by another wave, covering with more precision and intensity.
The old man staggered back, though his fist wind could shatter steel, it couldn’t shatter the endless flow of firepower.
The barrage was like a malignancy, one wave after another, in a way, more terrifying than an Evil Sacrifice, a curse that was harder to break, indestructible.
As a ghoul, the old man understood too well the tremendous power of technology.
He himself, a relic of the old era, wasn’t he the most indelible witness and participant of technology’s power?
Legend has it that buried in the deepest circles of the old ruins lies the ultimate creation of technology, capable of altering worlds with just one blow.
In that era, both deities and evil sacrifices were in a prolonged slumber, not venturing out.
Would they really choose to sleep if they had a choice?
The old man roared like a wild beast, the muscles on his right arm knotted like ancient tree roots, his Demon Subduing Evil-Vanquishing Fist raining down in countless shadows.
Each punch accompanied by the sound of muscles and bones bursting, his inner energy and blood like boiling water, coursing wildly through his meridians.
The veins on his forehead bulged, his temples throbbed, in just a few breaths, it felt like an eternity, feeling utterly exhausted, yet he dared not pause for even a moment, only mustering all his strength to unleash the Demon Subduing Evil-Vanquishing Fist even faster.
He couldn’t retreat too quickly, because there were no eyes on his back, and tripping just slightly could send him to his death.
He dared not turn around.
Because, when facing an Evil Sacrifice, fleeing might still offer a slim chance, but turning his back on a firepower web meant no remains would be left.
"Cornered resistance, obstinate ignorance, truly [Destiny]’s style, hmph——"
Zhou Jian finished his cigar, the impatience on his face turning into naked killing intent..
Inside the city walls, their Investigation Corps still had to abide by those ridiculous rules, unable to unleash their full firepower.
But outside the city, their Investigation Corps could truly act without restraint.
Because, the cannon barrel is truth, firepower is justice!
"Kill him!"
Zhou Jian tossed aside the cigarette butt.
The armored vehicles pushed forward like steel beasts, the rear hatch hydraulic system emitting a piercing hiss as it slowly descended. A team of special warriors in pitch-black exoskeletons exited one by one.
These warriors moved with agile precision, the vector thrusters at their feet spewing out an ethereal blue flame, combined with the surging energy and blood within, instantly breaking the sound barrier.
A series of milky white sonic boom clouds exploded in the air, their figures leaving behind trails of blurred afterimages as they quickly flanked around to the old man’s back.
When the millennium essence of Martial Arts and technology began to merge and apply to the military, violent killing machines became standardized and mass-produced like products on an assembly line, enough to make anyone rebelling against the rule feel despair.
If sentenced to death, you die, no negotiation!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A few shots rang out, and the old man’s face turned ashen.
He looked down slowly, seeing a blood hole as large as the Chinese character "品" opening up on his chest, the edges still smoldering.
"Guh....."
A broken sound squeezed from his throat.
You can block the frontal firepower web, but the snipers flanking you aren’t so easily blocked.
The Demon Subduing Evil-Vanquishing Fist can subdue demons and vanquish evil, but ultimately cannot guard against the bright flames spewed from steel gun barrels...
The old man swayed twice, his corpse unwillingly tumbling forward, and in the last moment of consciousness, saw a red line shoot from the pile of corpses, piercing into his forehead...