Foreword:
[The wisdom in the head is like flint]
[If you don’t knock it, there won’t be sparks]
[--William Shakespeare]
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[Part①——Dance with swords and guns]
A fierce hurricane blew from the bottom of the bottomless mine tunnel.
It is a sharp siren in the underground cavity, driving up a flock of barn swallows, like a shepherd's staff hooking a lamb's neck, blowing a thick fog up to the valley mouth, and tearing it into pieces in an instant with the fierce wind like a knife.
It blows open the crude tents of the scavenger camp.
Blow open the bum's big hat.
Blow the smell of blood out of the air.
Blowing Wen Bucai's hair.
Blowing the Skull and Bones Whistle, the thin trousers around the ankles.
Blow the flies away from the corpse's nostrils.
Wen Bucai threw his body into the lava river in the valley and shouted loudly to the gently sloping platform in the distance: "They are all here! No one is left behind!"
In the scavenger camp outside Platform Zero, the unsightly hidden sentries have been cleared.
Wen Bucai handled this matter beautifully without leaving any dirty tail.
"What's next?" The little waiter hid behind the big stone and guarded the equipment for the brothers: "You plan to sneak in?"
Wen Bucai: "It's easy for others to misunderstand if you are sneaky."
Jiang Xueming: "As long as we hear a signal that something is wrong, we will break through from the front."
The little waiter was so nervous that he stuttered: "Exactly right?! Right right?!"
Jiang Xueming: "Is her internet connection bad? She's not connected to WIFI? Her packets are lost when she talks..."
Wen Bucai: "It would be good if there is a signal here. Just listen to it."
Waiter: "Are you serious? From the front? There are more than eighty of them! And more than eighty guns! Eighty! Not eight!"
Jiang Xueming: "Brother Jason has given us a full map, I think we can beat it."
Wen Bucai: "Are you going to be an observer? Give me fire support? Or should we go and fight in the streets together?"
Jiang Xueming: "What do you think? The highest level of martial arts is free prostitution. Their main weapon is AK74U. Judging from the quality of that Iraqi one, it should be put into a museum in a few years. The effective range will not exceed three hundred meters, and the killing range will not be More than 600 meters. Why go up and fight with a knife when you can have sex for free?"
Wen Bucai: "There will always be clever guys who hide and pretend to be dead. Believe me, I have rich experience in dealing with these villains. If Victor catches me, he can write six new books next month."
Jiang Xueming: "Then I'll listen to you and give me orders, Commander Wen Bucai."
Wen Bucai: "Jiang Xueming, find a high ground to wait and continue observation."
Little waiter: "What about me? What about me? What about me?"
Wen Bucai: "Your internet connection is not good, try to find a signal."
Waiter: "Really? Why do I think you can hear me?!"
Jiang Xueming: "Can't hear you...please speak louder."
Wen Bucai: "I can't hear it at all."
The waiter frowned and looked at the radio in his hand doubtfully, feeling that something was wrong.
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A strange red bird-shaped shadow suddenly emerged from the mouth of the valley.
These shadows were like huge bats, flapping their wings and coming out from all the caves in the rock wall, circling and accelerating in the air, making loud roars.
I haven't seen the appearance of these flying birds yet. They come and go as fast as they come, heading straight for the pastoral garden deeper below the mouth of the valley.
Wen Bucai: "It's time to take action."
Jiang Xueming: "Yes, they were exposed. I just received the text message."
Wen Bucai: "What did the text message say?"
Jiang Xueming: "I sent a picture to WeChat. It's a huge dragon creature with a rotten body. Looking at the scale, the dragon's body length without its tail should be about fifty meters. The scales on its body are in tatters. There's a lot of human skin and bones sewn on top as a band-aid."
Wen Bucai: "Did you say anything else?"
Jiang Xueming: "Yes."
Wen Bucai: "Read it to me?"
Jiang Xueming: "Save, save, save, save."
Wen Bucai: "Don't you have good internet skills?"
Jiang Xueming: "So I say, they should be exposed."
Waiter: "Move quickly! My employer is in danger!"
Wen Bucai: "It's already moving, I'm on the way, don't panic, brother is here!"
Jiang Xueming: "Sir, please slow down. I'll put the main weapon together first."
Wen Bucai: "I suddenly didn't want to go. I hated my legs because they could move on their own. When I heard the girl's cry for help, I couldn't help myself."
Jiang Xueming: "Put your heart back in your stomach. This thing has a simple structure. I can put it together in less than ten seconds."
Wen Bucai: "Can you stop gasping when you speak next time? It's scary."
Jiang Xueming: "But your tone is relaxed and carefree, like strolling in a garden. It's hard for me to get nervous... To be honest, I even feel like we are chatting in an elite forum, talking about the strategy of a certain game level." "
Wen Bucai: "That's true. How about being more nervous?"
Jiang Xueming: "I see you are approaching the ledge of Bokeguan. There are four people in front of you. They are about to make contact. What are your instructions?"
Wen Bucai: "I'll have a chat with them and express my intention."
Jiang Xueming: "What then?"
Wen Bucai: "Compare your unique skills with the one who seems to be the best at fighting among them. It will be a bit of a joke."
Jiang Xueming: "Why do you do this?"
Wen Bucai: "We don't have wings, and we can't fly to the pasture at the bottom of the valley to save the heroes, hold these ogres back, and try not to disturb the two little guys' escape. This is the best battle. plan."
Jiang Xueming: "Are you so confident about Ah Xing?"
Wen Bucai: "I am very confident in Victor's vision. He is very harsh and vicious about everything. When I go to eat a steak, he will pick out a few things from the two tendons that are not in line with his wishes. That's right. It's just a matter of pure force. If you two can get past his eyes, I'm afraid you both have unique skills."
Jiang Xueming: "..."
Wen Bucai: "Is my internet not good?"
Jiang Xueming: "I was marking the target of the first round of reaction shooting just now. Sorry, my concentration has dropped."
Wen Bucai: "So I said, at the station, if a talent like you doesn't have a unique skill, he might be like the sexy girl with no nutrition in Douyin, who can only pretend to be a doll and stare at the camera in a daze for thirty seconds. I can’t do anything but show off my face.”
Jiang Xueming: "There are still sixteen meters left. They have drawn their guns. Should I fire? Sir?"
Wen Bucai: "Don't worry, they seem to have discovered the disaster of their friends in the pastoral garden. Let me go up and make a mockery to attract their attention."
Having said that——
——Wen Bucai came to the reception of the soldiers alone.
He raised his head and tilted his head slightly, and saw a strong man about two meters tall with an airplane haircut coming up to question him.
"What are you doing?!"
Wen Bucai kept talking: "I came to the Skull and Bones Society! To learn Kung Fu!"
Jiang Xueming's long and profound breathing came from the radio earphones, which was a signal that he was ready to hold his breath and snipe at any time.
The waiter interjected: "God! I hope these two big shots with out-of-control brains can be more serious... I hope my employer can survive..."
The team leader's eyes widened and he tilted his head. He lowered his waist and stared at the little dwarf Wen Bucai: "Learn Kung Fu?"
Immediately some team members burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha! Team leader! Why is there another stupid weirdo?!"
"WOOHOOOO! We had so much fun today!"
"Koman from the pastoral garden is dead! The flying dragons have escaped!"
"The big leader was so angry that he stabbed four cabinet guests to death one by one. Now our team leader will get a promotion and a raise, and we can also have a sip of human soup!"
"I wonder what kind of fun this guy... can bring? I'm curious! I'm excited! I feel so hot!"
The words have not yet fallen——
——A strange roar erupted from Wen Bucai's throat!
"Ada!~~~"
Suddenly he raised his arms and made a sharp sword with his index and middle fingers. Mr. Wen Bucai covered his face with one hand and wiped his nose, while the other hand reached forward and punched, pretending to be in a posture.
This was followed by two or three light volleys and roundhouse kicks. The body balance was excellent and there was no sound when landing.
The strong wind caused by the kick swept away the group leader's unique hairstyle.
"Oh!" The team leader's eyes lit up, he immediately put down the gun, took out the hairspray from his waist, and smoothed his slightly messy mohawk, feeling energetic again.
Warm shouts erupted from the mouths of the team members.
"Bruce Lee!"
"Bruce Lee Oh! Bruce Lee!"
"Team leader! We can't lose!"
I saw the team leader performing a set of bastard punches, taking off his bulletproof vest, revealing two strong arms, straining his body, and the red stone on his chest suddenly burned.
He was like a warrior who refused to admit defeat and wanted to show off his special skills in front of this troublesome guest who didn't know what he meant.
All of a sudden, the checkpoint became very lively. People who were still cooking, people who were addicted to games, and people who were arguing with their online dating partners all ran out of the house to see this new fun.
After the team leader finished a set of punches, he immediately stood on his head, using only one finger to support his strong body.
For a moment, whistles and boos came to Wen Bucai.
Wen Bucai shrugged helplessly, his eyes were innocent and his face was full of drama when faced with ridicule.
"Oh!~What happened?"
"Hmph!" The team leader flipped lightly and landed on the ground, looking arrogant and arrogant: "Boy! You want to come to us to learn kung fu? That's not enough! Come up with your unique skills!"
Wen Bucai took out his cigarette case and smoked cigarettes for the brothers who were nearby. His delicate and mysterious technique was like throwing stones from a slingshot, and the cigarettes fell into the mouths of the checkpoint team members like arrows.
Then he took out a lighter and lit himself up.
"The fire in my heart will never go out!"
The nunchaku bounced up from Wen Bucai's waist. A pair of invisible arms gently shook the stick away, and he immediately grabbed it in his hand.
"Woo——"
"Ada! Ada!"
The two sticks dance together, one after another.
The green flames burned brightly, creating flashes of light in the air.
The team member standing high in the corridor had already taken out his mobile phone and started recording, with little stars in his eyes.
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[Part②——Dance the knife and use the "gun"]
Jiang Xueming: "Is this why you took my stick?"
Wen Bucai: "Otherwise? How many targets can you see?"
Jiang Xueming: "Forty-seven...fifty-five...and...eight people ran out from the big bathhouse, and they were immediately a whole family."
Wen Bucai: "How many can we hit?"
Jiang Xueming: "All."
Wen Bucai: "How many can you kill?"
Jiang Xueming: "I can't say for sure. I can't guarantee that I can kill them all at this distance. I'll try my best."
"Really it works?" The waiter covered her face. This matter was beyond her scope of knowledge and belonged to a blind area of knowledge. Do all VIPs do things this way?
She was so shocked that she shouted in English on the radio: "God...No! God! Please! Noooooooooo!"
Wen Bucai: "Are we switching to the English channel?"
Jiang Xueming: "Maybe..."
Wen Bucai: "Is it being monitored?"
Jiang Xueming: "Even if someone hears it, the person responsible for monitoring and conducting espionage will probably be so angry that he will go crazy. What tactical value can this kind of nonsense information have?"
Wen Bucai: "Then let's continue?"
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Wen Bucai held the nunchaku under his arm. He was arrogant, his limbs were full of tension, and he frowned like a tiger.
The team leader was at a loss for words. He swallowed his saliva and looked left and right at the team members behind him. He was also full of praise for this stick dance skill.
The green flames drawn by the stick tried to force him back step by step, but he was pushed out by the enthusiastic team members. Even the hair on his head burned and he turned into a ghost knight.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! -" the team leader roared, took out two serrated meat knives from his waist, let out strange screams, and the sharp knife light splashed out like running water.
The more he danced, the hotter and more excited he became.
He felt like he was getting stronger, as if he had met a legendary VIP - when he saw a dancing butterfly, an insect would try to flap its wings!
The flames on top of his head were endless and wanted to turn him completely into a bald head, but he didn't care about the pain and just continued to dance and fight.
Wait until he finishes dancing——
——The knife was withdrawn and the mohawk on the head was completely gone. After just wiping it with a towel a few times, the round bald head was revealed.
The team members behind him also warmly congratulated him.
"Team leader, wow! You're bald! You've also become stronger! We can feel it! Wow! You're so lucky! You're so lucky! There must be meat in our soup now!"
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Wen Bucai: "What now?"
Jiang Xueming: "Eighty-eight, all of them are here, some are old beasts in their sixties, and some are young beasts in their fifteen or sixteen years old."
Wen Bucai: "To be honest, I have never seen such a scene in my entire life..."
Jiang Xueming: "A little nervous?"
Wen Bucai: "Please talk to me more, maybe it will be the last words in your life."
Jiang Xueming: "I have a question."
Wen Bucai: "You ask."
Jiang Xueming: "You can make money by doing this, right?"
Wen Bucai: "..."
Jiang Xueming: "You can get money for beating these people and that dragon. Right?"
Wen Bucai: "Let's discuss that... how about the firing signal? This is more meaningful than money!"
Jiang Xueming: "God! No! Nooooooooooo!"
Wen Bucai: "Listen to my thunder."
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Wen Bucai took out his mobile phone and took a set of three consecutive photos of the team leader's graceful figure wielding a knife.
While filming, he praised: "Yes! Yes! Wow! You are so fucking sexy! Welcome! Welcome to the world of men!"
The group leader became even more excited after hearing this——
——The recognition of your opponent is the best blessing!
He dances even more energetically and wants to encore!
The range of his body twists is even more exaggerated. After merging with the Huasheng Dragon Cave, he can easily complete postures that cannot be achieved with human bones!
The sword light is like an impenetrable iron curtain. An enthusiastic team member on the side brought a basin of foot-washing water and poured it on the team leader, who was torn apart by the sharp light and shadow, and chopped into fine mist.
Wen Bucai held up his mobile phone and walked closer and closer: "Beautiful! Great! So sexy!"
The team leader's eyes gradually glowed with golden light, and his round pupils were about to turn from mortal to saint, becoming the heir of a true dragon!
A thunderous roar came from his dry throat, and then he showed his teeth and claws in a posture——
——At that moment, everyone was cheering and screaming with excitement.
Wen Bucai raised his cell phone.
"Smile! Show your teeth! Sixteen teeth!"
The team leader showed a hearty and kind smile.
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"The wisdom in the head is like flint. If you don't strike it, there will be no sparks!"
Wen Bucai raised the gun——
——Blowed this guy’s head to pieces.
The flash came on and the photo was frozen in this scene.
The whole process is very fast.
It was so fast that blood splashed on the faces of the team members on the side, and no one reacted.
The high-power pistol bullet blew the team leader's skull into pieces. Shrapnel and bone fragments were scattered into the dense crowd of onlookers, taking away sixteen lives, but not a single wailing was heard.
When Wen Bucai blew out the flames of the M500 and put it in his bag, no one found out who fired it.
At the same time, Jiang Xueming's main weapon breathed out flames, and I didn't even have time to explain what kind of rifle it was.
Its bullets are coming!
The gunfire hasn't come yet!
Like a violent steel rain, like a silent death.
Almost at the same time.
Seven hundred meters sniper distance——
——The main weapon in Xueming's hand has ejected an entire magazine.
Viewed from a high point——
——The terrifying kinetic energy of the rifle bullets hit all the heads in the first response area in the front row.
The scene turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, leaving behind sixteen headless corpses that were dead but not stiff.
A heavy rain of gunfire came from the southwest, and it took two seconds to arrive.
Only then did the spectators in the front row remember to raise their guns and fight back.
The audience in the back row hurriedly ran into the room to look for weapons, leaving their mobile phones aside and not bothering to take pictures and post on Weibo!
The moment the muzzles of the guns were all raised——
——Wen Bucai burst out with a sharp and strange roar.
The power of the soul came out at this moment.
"Ada! Da da da da da da da da da da!——"
At this moment, balls of bright red and hot heat were sprayed out from the huge-caliber revolver cannon!
It is squeezed and deformed by the strong thrust of the gunpowder, and guided by the rifling, it is like a ball of soft iron mud, spinning, and when it breaks the sound barrier, it makes an eardrum-shattering explosion.
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In the scope, Jiang Xueming's pupils shrank, and for the first time he saw the power of Mr. Wen Bucai's soul.
——That person is like a hard target.
The iron bullet hit the VIP's body as if it had crashed into a granite rock. Shrapnel and flying sand vibrated the air, leaving twisted, deformed and hot turbulent vortices around Wen Bucai.
The revolver cannon fired continuously, and Xueming couldn't even see clearly the true appearance of the phantom.
It seemed to have six arms, leaving high-speed afterimages in the air.
When the trigger is pulled——
——When the flames are spitting out from the muzzle, the hammer has already started to be provoked.
The bullets fired by Chao Wenbu were all caught by the blue and dark phantom, and then crushed to pieces! Not even the broken shrapnel escaped!
When the bullets ran out, the bullet chamber was completely removed, and six new bullets were immediately inserted without changing the firing action of the gun.
Jiang Xueming concentrated his mind, and an astonishing light erupted from the heart of steel, trying to see clearly the true appearance of the soul power when the butterfly flaps its wings——
——He saw it clearly!
On the arms of Soul Power's phantom body, the armor is like the thick skin of a shark, divided into two colors of blue and black, evenly arranged on every texture.
There is an anchor-shaped emblem between the eyebrows of the head, which is shaped like the charging handle of an AR rifle.
The spade seal on the chest is upside down, like a dark heart beating slowly, with [railways] as blood vessels, closely connected to its spiritual body.
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The titanium steel barrel of the M500 is like a machine gun under the control of Soul Power. Bullets kept being thrown away, only to be grabbed back into the tool bag on the waist by the phantom arm and filled with scattered .50 bullets.
Wen Bucai transformed back into the cold-faced Grim Reaper who shot bandits in the west more than a hundred years ago——
——His flesh and blood and soul incarnations launched a one-sided massacre and suppressed fire.
The hail of bullets sprayed by the dagger, the thunder erupted by the M500.
There was also Jiang Xueming's non-stop sniping fire from distant highlands.
In just one minute.
There was no longer a living soul at the Bock Hotel outpost.
Only Wen Bucai had hundreds of bullet casings at his feet, as well as bullet fragments crushed by his soul.
He put the gun in his pocket, still a little uncomfortable with it. This was the first gun in his life that could withstand such a violent shooting and still leave whole bodies behind.
The hot gun barrel caused blisters on his buttocks. He cursed and shouted out Hunwei's real name.
"Ada!~Ah...ah...[Alcoholism·Drinking Maniac], let's call it a day!"
Jiang Xueming put away his main weapon and climbed down from the high platform.
"Are we going to find the meteor now?"
Wen Bucai: "Is Mr. Bu still alive?"
Jiang Xueming turned on her phone: "It's so alive."
Wen Bucai: "How can you see it?"
Jiang Xueming read out the new message of the text message: "Save, save, save, save, save."
Wen Bucai: "There are many more words than last time! It's really lively."
Jiang Xueming: "Not only that, they also had spare time and took the time to draw us a topographic map of the pastoral garden. They went on a spring outing with primary school students to sketch and do painting homework."
Wen Bucai: "Should we rush there now? Send him a voice message?"
Jiang Xueming whispered into the phone: "Hold on! Brother is here!"
The waiter covered his face.
"God...No! God! Please! Noooooooooo!"
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[Real name: Wen Bucai·Vincent]
[Soul Power: Alcoholism·Alcoholism]
[Destructive power:? ? ? ]
[speed:? ? ? ]
[Range:? ? ? ]
[Stamina:? ? ? ]
[Precision:? ? ? ]
[Growth:? ? ? ]
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[Origin: An ancient creature of unknown origin—this is what BOSS calls Wen Bucai.
——The beginning of the matter comes from a letter home in 1888. A desperate Asian asked a doctor for help, claiming that he was suffering from severe Alzheimer's disease and had forgotten everything, including his relatives and loved ones. Only a letter from home can prove that he once owned and owned these treasures in life.
This disease would never occur in a healthy young man, so the doctor recommended [DATA EXPUNGED] a local voodoo master to treat the poor man.
However, when the wizard was communicating with the patient on the astral level, he was suddenly forced to vomit blood and fainted by the extremely strong spiritual energy in this mysterious man's skull. It was as if he saw 540 million years of life evolution in an instant. history.
The wizard of witchcraft introduced this mysterious man and asked him to go to Tianqiong Station to obtain the legendary panacea to cure his [amnesia].
He is the anonymous person at the station, a man with no past. From his bones, carbon isotopes were extracted and the results were traced back to the Cambrian period.
He is JOE, he is not talented in writing.
Kunming Fish, which has been living since ancient times, keeps losing its memory, constantly following the transformation and evolution of the natural environment and retroviruses, and finally incarnates into a human being. To this day, he is still active in a corner of the underground world. He is a very mysterious ancient creature. biology. ]
[Note: SoulPower·hunwei——from the single of the same name in the "Tribb to **" album]
[Note II: Alcoholism·Alcoholism——from the single of the same name in "Magical Secrets·Xilutang Qintong"]
[Note III: MC Ji Kang! What's the name of the label? ! Read it out loud with me! The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest! ——Aohen Mingde said this while DJing in the bar]
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