Chapter 671: Chapter 395: Mission Support_2
"If not for Qianye stepping in timely, I would’ve been killed in the ambush!"
Murano took the initiative, explaining his embarrassing situation while cursing.
Kim Eun-ji was fuming inside, initially thinking he could just spar casually and let his guard down a bit. Instead, he almost got killed by Lian Jin on the spot. If he hadn’t run swiftly, he’d be dead by now!
Seeing Murano also beaten to a pulp made him feel a lot more balanced inside.
He didn’t doubt Murano’s words either; after all, the opponent was a "Mechanical Expert," and it was understandable for him to be beaten like this.
As for Qianye being killed by the opponent on the spot, he never even considered the possibility. The opponent was, after all, the Pan-Asian Alliance’s top sword master, a top-tier genius who had slain two Tier Two Evolvers!
"No sound? Could he have been killed?"
Kim Eun-ji intentionally uttered harsh words to provoke the opponent, unexpectedly causing Murano’s face to instantly darken.
As he felt smug internally, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed. A man, soaked in blood, had already walked through the wall, arriving before them. His fierce aura made Kim Eun-ji’s heart race.
Lian Jin’s mouth and nose reeked of blood, and his eyes were filled with regret for not thoroughly killing Murano.
It was because he detected multiple Tier Two Evolvers on the opponent’s side that he had to take the risk of serious injury to first eliminate the knife-wielding brat. The opponent’s knife skills were indeed good, but his frame was too fragile. Even if his basic defense were to upgrade a few more levels, Lian Jin wouldn’t have such an easy time killing him. He knew the outcome from their very first encounter.
His "Iron Fist" wasn’t just hard fists; his body’s strength was also top-tier among "Defenders."
Explosions and gunfire behind the county city grew increasingly intense. The team providing rear support hadn’t come to assist, making Lian Jin aware that something was amiss. The only breakthrough point now was right before him.
If he could kill these two Evolvers here, the 30,000 weaklings leading the charge for the Pan-Asian Alliance would be practically done for.
Though currently in poor condition, the two facing him didn’t fare much better.
Xiaohu’s chest was already half collapsed, his lung likely crushed into mush, while the other Korean struggled to hide his limp, but his legs couldn’t deceive him.
Casually tossing away the bullet gathered between the knuckles of his right hand, he pulled out the broken blade from his chest, let his strong muscles lock the wound shut, not a drop of blood seeping out.
"The little brat’s knife is pretty fast."
Lian Jin remarked indifferently.
Just then, the roar of motorcycle engines filled the air as personnel from the Pan-Asian Alliance emerged from the alley behind, bypassing Lian Jin, blocking him from behind.
In just that brief moment, dozens of individuals had squeezed into the narrow alley, each wearing biker suits, their faces covered in tattoos as the yellow-haired punks crawled all over the walls and surrounding buildings.
They stared menacingly at the "Sick Tiger" in the middle.
A knight arrived late, casually riding a motorbike single-handedly, as the punks respectfully cleared a path.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Murano was instantly overjoyed, half in delight, half in complaint, "Mr. Zhunei, you’re late."
The latter parked and removed his helmet, retrieving a blood-dripping human head from the trunk, observed it for a moment, and tossed it at Lian Jin’s feet. "Ran into some prey on the road, so arrived a bit late."
Then, in slightly accented Donghuang speech, he said to Lian Jin, "Donghuang Heavy Industry, nothing impressive!"
Suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted.
Lian Jin looked at the head by his feet, his cheeks twitching wildly, the flames in his eyes burning as if they were tangible, almost bursting through the pupils to scorch everything here.
That was the adjutant who had fought alongside him for a year!
Instantly, he was like an enraged ferocious tiger, ferociously charging the biker-clothed man ahead, the wind pressure from his Iron Fist emitting a furious roar!
The latter sneered coldly, an ice shield suddenly appearing mid-air, colliding with Lian Jin’s charging figure before shattering explosively, scattering countless ice crystals.
"Boom boom boom——"
Intense explosions pressed down Donghuang Heavy Industry’s armed personnel, keeping their heads low.
With a slight buzzing hum, two drones turned the corner, directly blasting the two soldiers suppressing enemy advances into smithereens.
Pan-Asian Alliance personnel surged forward, filling the battlefield. Donghuang Heavy Industry’s armed personnel, though fiercely defiant as if unafraid of death, could only retreat under the enemy’s tenfold numbers.
Surrounded on all sides.
Inside the roadside hot pot restaurant serving as a temporary command center.
"We can’t hold on, we’re short-handed!"
The perceiver marked the latest battlefield dynamics on the map.
The commander’s eyes were bloodshot, "Can’t hold on but must, Boss is still inside. If we withdraw now, it’s like selling him out!"
"Where’s Old Zhang’s support? Where the hell did he go?!"
A rocket landed in front of the hot pot restaurant, immediately sweeping through with pressure and heat waves. The perceiver grabbed the commander, pulling him underneath. After a moment, the commander groggily stood up, shook the perceiver on him, and found he was gone.
The communication device was also completely wrecked by vibrations.
Gritting his teeth, the commander grabbed a rifle, firing a burst at the rushing enemy outside the door, each bullet precisely hitting the eye socket.
Stepping outside, he found gunfire everywhere, the tide of corpses already shredded amidst fierce artillery barrages from both sides, with a few remnants powerless to howl beneath layers of bodies.
Everywhere he looked, buildings, streets, Pan-Asian Alliance personnel filled the scene, each with cruel and greedy eyes.
Donghuang soldiers could only gather in threes and fours at advantageous positions to hold out, gunfire and artillery flying chaotically, various bizarre evolutionary abilities flickering on the battlefield, command structure completely collapsed.
Two more rockets flew over, and with preparation, the commander skillfully squeezed the trigger.
As a Weapon Manipulation Class Tier One Evolver, it was basically point-and-shoot, the two rockets getting blown up mid-air.
As he prepared to fire a couple more shots, he suddenly noticed a ghostly blue light piercing the sky, the Chongying person standing at the vantage point with a rocket launcher, along with the building’s rooftop, vanished, leaving only the ghostly blue glow on his retina.
"Boom boom boom..."
The gunfire, distinct from ordinary sniper rifles, sounded, each shot resembling artillery bombardment.
If viewed from above, you’d find that every roar crushed a Pan-Asian Alliance person like a bug, their flesh shattering like foam before the 12.7mm sniper rounds, their entrails splattered.
Yet they couldn’t even locate the enemy’s shooting position, only able to hide desperately in surrounding structures.
But the artillery shells in the sky consistently pinpoint Pan-Asian Alliance personnel gatherings, striking down, each explosion harvesting abundant lives.
Even so, this art of slaughter was just beginning, the sky soon buzzing like a swarm, with hundreds and thousands of drones appearing overhead, some hovering to monitor, some wielding guns to assassinate, those with ample firepower sending self-destruct drones from all directions, instantly igniting fiery explosions.
The commander knew well that just the local battlefield had over five thousand people.
Without even showing up, the opposition had thrown the Pan-Asian Alliance into chaos.
Using the heavy sniper like a regular sniper; even Donghuang Heavy Industry hadn’t gone this far.
Which force, exactly, was so ferocious?
Lost in thought, three Pan-Asian Alliance personnel fearfully rushed past him, yelling, shooting frantically without noticing him behind the abandoned vehicle.
Quickly, the staccato sound rang out, a gun-toting mechanical dog elegantly leapt over the car top, not even glancing at him, but pursuing the Pan-Asian Alliance individuals, the gunfire on its back blooming lethally.
The technological and absurd scene left the commander somewhat dazed.
"Ding!"
A crisp sound echoed; the commander lifted his gun warily.
A metal sphere quickly unfolded on the car top before him, transforming into a delicate silver spider, its head turning as if adjusting its vision.
A clear, cold voice emanated from within,
"Armed Train Qu Hang, commanded to provide support!"
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