"First, fighting, competition."
At the top of the hemispherical fighting arena on the coast of Violet State, a fair-skinned man dressed as a cowboy was lying here to rest. Several disheveled women had fallen asleep beside him from exhaustion.
The women come from different backgrounds, including widowed ladies, managers of fighting arenas, and ordinary waitresses.
These people usually find it difficult to get along harmoniously due to their different identities, but they have a common identity - they are all loyal spectators of fighting competitions, and they all admire and long for the body of the winner who looks good.
A man dressed as a cowboy can freely choose from those business cards every time he is interested, because since he came to Violet, he has never been defeated in street fighting or in the fighting ring, and has never even suffered a defeat. Wounded holder of victory.
His real name is rarely mentioned. The media touts him as a friend of Hades, and more people, including his name registered in the fighting arena, refer to him as "Magic Bullet Shooter".
The roar of propellers circled from above, and many of the leaflets flying directly fell to the coast, soaked in the sea water, and undulated with the waves.
A few landed at the top of the fighting ring.
After reading out the words on the flyer in a slow tone, the cowboy blinked and laughed very, very slowly.
"So, there are indeed some people in this place who won't mix in the fighting arena, but one day they will be involved in a life-threatening duel!"
He opened his shirt, sat up, and carefully folded the leaflet into a paper airplane, then blew on the tip of the paper airplane, closed his eyes and listened for a few minutes, and then threw the paper airplane.
The paper plane flew in the wind and passed several hundred meters. When it was about to fall, another gust of wind blew it up into the sky and landed on the propeller of the helicopter.
The edge of the paper cut off the propeller, and the entire helicopter suddenly capsized and fell into the city, exploding into a large ball of fire.
The sound of the explosion woke up the woman next to him.
When they looked over sleepily, the magic bullet shooter stood up and blew them a kiss.
"Ladies, I'm going hunting. Only by winning and winning can I maintain my charm in your eyes."
"Goodbye."
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"Goodbye!"
Mark, who had thin and sunken cheeks and all his hair combed back and down to the side of his neck, said goodbye to the gang leader who hurriedly came to deliver a message to him.
The gangs in the Violet State are a force on the surface. Since street fighting was legalized, they can't even compete with the black boxing business in the public fighting arenas built by big groups.
But there is also a group of gangs who live very well because they don't do any other business and only do one thing.
murder!
The ancient profession of killer has a market in any era. Mark's organization has its headquarters here, but its business is not only done in the Violet State, so he often has to go out in the field. When he comes back, he doesn't care much about the current situation. Cloning Things like people had been rumored a while ago, but he didn't know about it until today.
Of course, he didn't care about clones or anything like that. He was just inquiring about the whole story of Violet's No. 1 fighting competition and listened by the way.
"What kind of fighting competition..."
Mark smiled, took a sip at the flyer, and laughed again. He laughed so hard that the lights in the whole room shook uneasily, and the display screen on the refrigerator and air conditioner flickered on and off.
"This should be called a killing contest. There are such generous prizes. I like it."
Hey! !
All the lamps were turned off, which highlighted the light source around Mark.
His arm, wrapped in bandages, exuded an immortal pure golden brilliance.
Those were the arms transplanted to his body from an ancient corpse. The owner of the corpse was an iron fist fighter who had shed his blood for the United States of Boston in the last century. He was an authentic Bostonian. However, according to a few words, It is said that his power comes from the dragon Shou Lao hidden in the Kunlun Mountains.
Mark once took this power to Kunlun and inquired for a long time. He did not find any description related to the "Shenlong Shou Lao" in the local area. However, it did not matter. The power in the arms of the dead body could completely help him. It can also be supplemented and improved by him.
The glory is immortal, but silent, and noble, but it reflects a cruel and greedy face.
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After the nighttime power rationing order was implemented, the Violet State did not completely fall into darkness.
The hospitals that can establish themselves in the Violet State are all high-end places that serve fighters. They have another set of power supply facilities independent of the city's power system. After the city's power cuts, there are also lights shining through.
In some luxurious and high-profile mansions, nobles can still keep the lights on in their homes by relying on their own power reserves. The street lights in the manor illuminate the patrols of security guards.
However, the power consumption of lights is actually limited. This madman-like indiscriminate power reduction order at night has the greatest impact on large refrigerated warehouses and research institutes that require multiple devices to run together.
The Barot family, one of the old aristocrats, did not even light a single lamp. All the electricity they had reserved was given priority to the New Century Mechanical Research Institute in the name of their head.
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"
The head of the Balot family was sitting in a wheelchair. With the help of the servants around him, he coughed up a mouthful of phlegm with great effort. He grabbed the oxygen mask next to him and took a few breaths before he felt relieved.
His right hand was pressed firmly on the armrest of the wheelchair, and in his palm was a crumpled piece of waste paper. It could still be seen from the background color and deformed handwriting that it was a promotional piece for [Violet First Fighting Competition] one.
This contemporary head of the Balot family can be regarded as a genius. He was able to control the power of his family at a young age, and connected with the old nobles who were also declining, and firmly occupied their territory in Violet. The last remaining territories in the state.
He is still very young now, but what is hateful is that, just like the name of the old noble, his body has entered early decay.
A congenital genetic defect makes this man who is not yet thirty years old have a physical condition that is close to that of a centenarian. His short white hair is dull, the skin on his face is close to his skull, without a trace of blood, and his arms are also pale. Like a dry branch, astonishingly thin.
For years he had been trying to find a way to cure himself, but the best he could do was delay the progression of his disease.
When Faqi and the others set foot on the Violet State with a different purpose, just because they found out that what they were looking for was related to genetic technology, Balot hit it off with them and used the old aristocrat's network to help them collect intelligence. .
Now Faqi and the others were beaten to death in the street, but the "hope" of being able to cure themselves has also been exposed.
"The fruit of the genetic tree..."
Balot spoke in the oxygen mask, a layer of white mist rising from the instrument. "Based on the public information on the Internet, the result of your argument is that that thing has more than 70% chance of restoring my health?"
The person in charge of the institute said: "The people here mainly study mechanics and biology. I can be sure that the information is not fabricated randomly, and recovery to health is only a conservative estimate."
"If Mr. Balot can really get that kind of fruit, with just one, he will most likely be able to nourish his physique to a three-star level in a short period of time, or even approach the level of a four-star fighter."
Balot took a sharp breath, which sounded like a neighing sound. The surrounding servants and medical experts watched him nervously, fearing that he would be too excited and go into shock.
Fortunately, his mind was firm enough, and he quickly calmed down his breathing even after hearing such news.
Balot lowered his head slightly, and with his thin and stained hands, he unfolded the crumpled paper tremblingly, but the paper was torn due to the shaking of his hands. The servant next to him immediately took it from the pocket of his coat. , pulled out a folded leaflet, unfolded it and put it in front of Balot.
After reading the information on the flyer letter by letter, he murmured slightly.
"No matter what the intention is, if you dare to announce such a thing, I will definitely seize it..."
Balot raised his head and said forcefully, "Let's start!"
The servant pushed his wheelchair deep into the institute, where there was a huge open space.
In the center of the open space, there is a black curtain and slender steel cables, which together fix a huge object with a height of more than nine meters.
The staff of the institute were loosening the steel cables, and the curtain was lifted by the iron hook of the aircraft on the ceiling, and slowly pulled aside, revealing the true appearance of the thing below.
That's a tall humanoid machine!
It can be said to be a ferocious or mighty shape. It stands firmly on its feet. The armor on its chest is carved into an exaggerated ghost face in the style of Fuso Shinto. It has angry eyes and fangs, and protruding sharp corners, modeled after human fingers. The hand armor he wore was holding an iron rod tightly at an angle, and two tattered big flags were stuck behind his back. On the flags were thickly colored and murderous Chinese characters - "Onimusha".
This is an antique that was excavated from the precious metal mine of the Balot family many years ago. According to surveys, this mecha has been buried there for more than two hundred years.
In the perception of ordinary people, the technology of two hundred years ago was still at the level of matchlocks. It was a fantasy to be able to create such a weird mecha at that time.
But on the dark side of the world, on those secret websites, history is more comprehensively recorded. Balot naturally also knows that starting from the twelfth century, some advanced technological items have often appeared inexplicably around the world.
For example, the now-famous supercomputer "Wulin" in the ancient country of Donghua was actually excavated from the ancient tomb of a martial arts leader from the Song Dynasty.
Balot would not be too surprised to find an antique mecha, but after careful inspection by his team, he immediately decided to properly repair the mecha and use it as his ace fighting method.
Because this mecha is really suitable for him.
As the researchers were busy, the devil's head on the mecha was opened, revealing the cab inside.
Balot was sent into the cab, and a metal patch was attached to his head, allowing his brain consciousness to be directly connected to the mecha. When the evil ghost's head was closed, gentle light waves rippled back and forth in the sealed space. Balot's My limbs feel a rare relaxation and stretch.
This Onimusan mecha has an internal medical system. The driver is in the medical system, and the body does not need to move in a wide range. As long as the brain is active, the mecha can be driven to adopt extremely flexible fighting postures.
The Balot family also paid a sky-high fee to have the team at their institute make many modifications based on the original medical system, so that this therapeutic light wave can achieve the therapeutic effect without pain. Gradually add up.
Although there is no way to cure inborn genetic defects, as time goes by, the driver's brain state will become more and more active, reaching the highest state in his life.
The forces of the old nobles are doing their best to search for the locations of the thirty-six bases, and Balot will enter a state of preparation for war from now on.
It may be ten hours, twenty hours, sixty hours, or it may be the next moment. He wants to ensure that when the news comes, he is already in the most combative posture.
"Hurry up, hurry up, my men, the men of other nobles, or the fighters wandering around the city, no matter who they are..."
Balot's brain has gradually been able to feel the 360-degree situation around the Onimusan mecha. This feeling is extremely wonderful to him. The mecha's hands and feet seem to have become his hands and feet. , so powerful, so strong.
"Hurry up and reach the target base, and use your fighting sounds to point me in the direction!!"
The mechanical devil's eyes lit up red, wild and eager.
In another corner of the city, there was another person of noble status, holding similar crazy emotions to Balot.
But Balot was motivated by excitement, anticipation, and impatience, while this man was motivated by resentment, annoyance, and was too angry to speak out.
"How could this happen? How could this happen? Why did they..."
Brad held his head in his hands and sat on the sofa. He clenched his teeth many times because he was too angry. At this moment, his gums were showing signs of bleeding and his mouth was scarlet.
No matter what the outcome of this incident in the Violet State will be, at least his political lifespan is over.
Any order in the previous news broadcast was an impossible statement for him, but when Irving asked him to do so, he was simply unable to refuse.
Brad had long known that he was at a disadvantage in the relationship between Irving and him, but it was not until these two days that he deeply realized how low this so-called "disadvantage" really was. Despicable.
The two most powerful bodyguards around him actually became the two knives that remotely controlled and threatened him at the critical moment. When he was lucky enough to inform the rest of the Violet State government of those orders, he thought that those who had previously flaunted There will be at least a few smart and intellectual people who will jump out to stop it.
Unexpectedly, under the temptation of financial resources, they knelt down like the most obedient dogs and unanimously passed these orders.
Anyway, in the end, it was only Brad who had to bear the brunt of the blame.
"dad!"
The door to the room was pushed open forcefully, and Brad's daughter ran in. She had light eye shadow, long blond hair, and a short skirt with the name of her group tattooed on it.
The eldest lady, who is usually in an idol group and whose selling point is her modest but sexy appearance, complained willfully, "Why don't those people allow me to go out? I am a member of the governor's family, but their attitude is so bad, they don't even smile at all." .”
"Dad, please fire them and replace them with a new group of people. I have made an appointment with Judy and the others. We are going to play competitive speedboating on the sea today."
Brad held his head and said dullly: "Get out."
The blond girl said: "I want to go out, but they won't let me go out. I'll call them over. You can tell them in person..."
"go out!!!"
Brad angrily grabbed the ashtray and threw it at it.
Didn't hit.
His daughter also had some fighting training and was very strong. She could easily dodge such throwing objects by subconsciously dodging, but she was obviously a little frightened by Brad's angry behavior.
Seeing her at a loss, Brad became even more angry. He turned around to search for something, suddenly lifted the phone from the table, and rushed towards his daughter fiercely.
"If I can't cure them, can I also cure you?"
Swinging with such force seemed to have completely stimulated Brad's fighting ability, which had long been slackened after becoming governor, without caring about the person standing in front of him. This was the best way he usually used to create a good father image. tool.
This blow produced a huge wind noise, which could kill someone.
But his blow froze in mid-air.
Ice blocks appeared out of thin air, covering his arms and solidifying his limbs.
The panicked eldest lady couldn't understand all this. She took two steps back and felt a hand holding her shoulder.
She turned around and looked over. Standing behind her was a girl with such a delicate face that she couldn't help but sigh that God was partial.
The dark blue uniform and the smooth silver-gray hair, although his face is expressionless, make people feel cute, innocent and friendly inexplicably, almost making the eldest lady ignore the height of the other person, who is slightly taller than herself.
"You, you are..."
The silver-gray-haired girl did not answer her question. She just turned her gaze to Brad and said in a clear and childish voice: "You actually have murderous intentions towards your own daughter. You are a domestic violence scumbag."
Brad was horrified to see the frost spreading from the limbs to the torso.
"Xiaorou, wait!!"
A sturdy young man wearing the same dark blue uniform appeared in the room, blocking the silver-gray girl's view, and said, "He can't turn into a vegetable yet. You can wait until we finish asking questions."
Another stern man with hair covering his left eye appeared outside the door holding a knife: "It's not too late to kill after asking."
The muscular young man sighed helplessly, turned around to face Brad, and patted him on the shoulder.
The chill in Brad's body immediately eased, and the phone fell to the ground. He staggered back two steps and pointed at these people with trembling arms: "You...this uniform, you are from Donghua, why are you here? "
The robust young man maintained a standard smile showing eight white teeth and said: "Mr. Brad, please pay attention to your words. The Red Star War Beast is an international organization and never seeks selfish interests. Our members come from all over the world. We also have the responsibility to investigate supernatural disasters worldwide, whether natural or man-made, this is a right recognized and granted by the international community and people around the world."
He kept smiling and moved closer, forcing Brad to step back. "You abused your power and broke the law. If you really want to investigate, you can be charged with countless crimes. According to the rules here in Boston, you will be sent to court. If you don't do anything, Be careful where you die, no one will be held accountable, and it will never be considered a dereliction of duty on our part."
Brad had a lump in his throat. Thinking that they could appear here directly, those bodyguards must have been dealt with. His momentum weakened unconsciously. He laughed dryly and said: "Sir, you must be joking...Actually, I was... It's coercion! If you need anything, I will definitely cooperate and fully cooperate."
"That's a good attitude. Then we can talk about your matters later."
The sturdy young man said, "Let me introduce you first, I am Di Shaolong. This is our captain Xu Xiaorou, and that is Fang Ping."
"We were originally just following the traces of a transnational thief who stole important cultural relics and harmed many employees of our branch. When we came here, we didn't expect that the communication equipment was interfered when we got close to the Violet State. After a little inquiry, it seemed that something happened here. It’s a bad thing.”
"Please try your best to introduce the main causes and... leaders of this recent situation in as much detail as possible!"
