Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 86 Killing the Jackal Corpse
On each floor of Taozhu Building, after excluding the elevator, there are three staircases plus a newly opened emergency escape route.

After Guan Luoyang left the hall, he rushed to the nearest staircase.

The complicated turning of the corridors and the layout of the halls and stations in the building inevitably affected his speed to a certain extent, but it was still far above the rushing crowd.

At the stairs, a large group of bodyguards separated the crowd, maintained a certain formation, and evacuated section by section, guarding their employer with full vigilance.

Here in Xinma Port, few people with status dare to entrust their safety to the security company, and the bodyguards around them are all trained by themselves.

It can be said that they are thugs and killers supported by high salaries. Usually, these bodyguards are sent to solve many matters involving major human deaths.

Therefore, the loyalty of these bodyguards is extraordinary, even if it is only for their own interests, they will do their best to defend their employers.

The moment Guan Luoyang arrived here, several bodyguards who were still at the top of the stairs had already been hit hard by each of them, and they flew out, hitting the wall and sinking into it in a crooked posture.

The rest of the people, in shock, raised their guns to the stairs without any explanation. Guan Luoyang fell downstairs in an instant, pushing out a large amount of air with his hands, and slapped the people in the front row with a bang.

Four or five people were squeezed by the force of the palm and the air wave. With one slap, they stumbled and fell like a wall of people, and pressed down the stairs. In this entire section, on the 25 steps, everyone was crushed. It was a mess.

The sounds of bone fractures and vomiting of blood came and went.

On the turning platform of this flight of stairs and the next flight of stairs, a plump man wearing black-rimmed glasses was sitting down there, his flesh-colored painted metal palm hurriedly raising his gun.

Since the development of true spirit mechanical technology, most people with high status have undergone some mechanical transformations to have stronger self-protection capabilities.

However, many people do not have enough time and perseverance to exercise. Even after the transformation, they still trust the power of firearms more. For them, manipulators are only convenient for them to use some heavier and more powerful firearms.

As for the use of guns, this person obviously has a lot of experience.

Wang Shuisheng, the helm of Leopard Head magazine and several entertainment studios and shooting clubs, and Geshu's close collaborator, controlled a large number of people who were full of dreams and wanted to go to film and television through means such as overlord contracts, threats, kidnapping, and videotaping Young people who develop in the entertainment industry.

As for the songwriter industry, plagiarism suppresses creative newcomers, and grafts copyright onto obedient people. There are countless such things.

Most of the young people were judged to be of low value, and were forced to sell themselves as accompaniments. Occasionally, those who succeeded in making stars cooperated with Ge Shu to launder money.

Guan Luoyang's figure flashed across the entire staircase like a ghost, and he turned his gun before Wang Shuisheng could pull the trigger.

The silver-gray "hunting shadow" pistol, with large-caliber scattering bullets, was specially developed by Western Europe Adolf Company, and it is a sharp weapon for ordinary people to fight against reformed warriors.

The moment the bullets popped out of the chamber, they exploded from a cluster into many tiny steel needles, leaving many inconspicuous blood holes on the lower half of Wang Shuisheng's face and chest.

Because the muzzle of the gun was lowered a bit, his brain did not die immediately, and he was able to feel the pain so intense that he lost his voice. His body was like a toad stimulated by electric current, and he convulsed twice before dying.

Guan Luoyang chased down this corridor, and wherever he passed, groups of dead and injured fell in disorder.

Those leaders who once caused others to suffer through distant instructions and hints of one or two sentences will only die in pain with resentment after the retribution falls on them.

When Guan Luoyang came to the seventh floor, he searched for the figures of other people in the long corridor without lights. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at the frosted glass next to him.

It used to be the place where the employees of the Taozhu Group worked. Thin green-painted stainless steel baffles, desktops, and computers were divided into narrow compartments. Long fluorescent tubes and electric fans were hung from the ceiling. The large air conditioner is in the corner, but it is full of dust.

At this moment, there is no light inside, the door is locked, and it is dark.

But at this distance, in Guan Luoyang's hearing, a thin wall and frosted glass couldn't cover up the dozens of violently accelerating heartbeats in the room.

Guan Luoyang's palm pressed against the glass, and the intensity of his heartbeat went up to another level.

Someone couldn't bear it and stood up with a gun, but thousands of pieces of glass shattered, flying past like crystal clear and dangerous rain.

The strength of the flick in the crane fist made Guan Luoyang's pressure convey the strength to every corner of the big glass window.

Even if the glass at the opposite corner of the frame is nearly two meters away from Guan Luoyang's hand, when it is implicated and ejected, its strength is no less than that of a crossbow.

Many fragments were directly nailed to the opposite indoor wall, and those who stood up just now were already tied with shiny glass pieces and fell down.

Fleeing, raising their guns, and shooting, the rest of the people knew that they had been completely exposed, and the last trace of luck in their hearts was also snuffed out, and they rushed out of their hiding places to fight.

The bodyguard's mechanical arm suddenly exerted force, and the tables fixed on the ground by screws could not stop the violence of the real spirit machine. Several tables flew up one after another and smashed towards Guan Luoyang.

But those surprisingly heavy tables would only become more fragile when facing Guan Luoyang, to the point that they were as light as a tennis racket, which he grabbed in his hand, smashed or threw them.

The room was in chaos, and heavy objects roared towards them, knocking the bodyguards into the air and smashing them to the ground in groups.

The bullet exploded the office computer flying in the air, and the electric sparks flashed, illuminating Guan Luoyang's face.

"Guan Luoyang, it's you!"

Beside the drinking fountain, the well-dressed, thin old man exclaimed in shock.

Fang Jianping, the dean of Jushan Mental Hospital and one of Lang Feiyan's collaborators, met Guan Luoyang at a reception organized by Fan Minzhi.

He was also the one who led everyone to make judgments at the moment of panic and suggested that they all hide in this big office.

He often assisted Lang Feiyan to issue a large number of mental illness certificates, attacked and even used coercive means in public opinion, and kidnapped the target person instructed by Lang Feiyan.

Published wantonly in newspapers and magazines, advocating some potential symptoms of mental illness fabricated by himself, and with the assistance of Tao Zhu Group, he became the number one authority on mental illness in the southwest community.

Enticing many parents who don't know why, sending teenagers to his hospital, paying expensive treatment fees all year round, in exchange for a life like imprisonment, discipline, and brainwashing.

The moment he made his voice, Guan Luoyang's eyes turned away, and his eyes fell on him, and the two tables in his hands smashed together.

The bucket above the water dispenser was smashed and splashed, and Fang Jianping was embedded under the deformed table.

The sound of screaming and fighting almost spread throughout this floor.

Hundreds of meters away, the person who was hurrying to find the stairs to go to the next floor looked even more panicked and gloomy amidst the voice.

"What's going on, how many people launched this attack?"

"What does Taozhu Group do? Is Fan Buchou confused?"

"Everyone, everyone, listen to me, we are definitely unable to stop the current situation, we should not just go down, it is better to go up, if we can get together with the Tao Zhu Group executives, we will be much safer. "

The speaker pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, sweating profusely, and said as he walked, "Also, let your bodyguards eat this, which can stimulate potential."

Liu Kan, the head of the Southwest Innovation and Technology Park of Xinma Port, in order to pursue practical results, received a large number of abductees transported from Taozhu Group, and conducted experiments on living people related to drugs and real spirit machines.

Eight years ago, he created a scam of "brain-enhancing bacteria" with nervous excitement and mild dependence. Before the potion caused public panic, protests, and production suspension, it had caused 2396 old people in various places to suffer from brain failure, sudden death or becoming a doctor. vegetable.

As for those who become dependent and cause their children to go bankrupt, it is impossible to accurately count them.

But after he took all the benefits, he passed the responsibility to a small research and development team under him, and he was unscathed.

At this time, following Liu Kan's words, the bodyguards around him took out their medicine boxes one after another.

Others either questioned it or ignored it, and walked in a hurry, and there were also dead horses who acted as live horse doctors, and asked the people around them to take the medicine.

At the moment of life and death, what Liu Kan took out this time was not a fake. The pure white capsule was a special stimulant that had been tested on hundreds of young people over the years.

The energy of the real power comes from the brain. This type of stimulant can temporarily put the human brain into a state of overload. There is a certain probability of causing coma afterwards and causing damage to the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular, but the effect is extremely fast.

He brought these medicines here this time, and he planned to wait for the second half of the banquet to find Fan Buchou for more "investment".

The medicine took effect very quickly. Those bodyguards' faces were slightly swollen and purple, and their breathing soon became heavy. Small blue and purple blood vessels could be seen on their ears, and the mechanical limbs were suddenly stimulated by the power of the real spirit far beyond the usual power. , making a small squealing sound.

This group of people quickly changed their mode of action, and were hurried away by those bodyguards.

When Guan Luoyang followed the extraordinarily heavy footsteps and screams, when he came to find him, the bodyguard at the back actually noticed it in advance and turned his head and waved his arms.

But, that's all.

The gap between them cannot be bridged by drugs at all.

Guan Luoyang's body almost didn't seem to touch the ground, and suddenly he was pressed close to his face. When the opponent raised his arm, the shadow of a knife in his hand struck the bodyguard's side.

The body, which was so close to leaving afterimages, shuttled among the group of people. Wherever they passed, these people either fell to the ground or bent over and flew.

Liu Kan was slapped on the head with a palm and fell to his knees.

call out! !

A butterfly knife suddenly flew towards it screaming in the air.

Guan Luoyang flipped his wrist, and his middle finger hit the side of the blade. The blade tilted and hit the corner of the wall, breaking the entire tile next to the corner.

Ahead, at the junction of the corridors and the stairs on both sides, in the extra large open space, came a man with a slovenly appearance, a big open coat, and a smoking man with a red flower in his coat pocket.

"You are that little Fan's new subordinate, hmph, if you lure a wolf into the house, old man Fan's eyesight won't work anymore."

"If this matter is resolved by an outsider, I'll see what he can say."

There are four top-level gangs in Xinma Port. In addition to Taozhu Group, there are also Chaotianhui, Longxiang Group and Shu's. Fan Minzhi's coming-of-age ceremony is held so grandly, these three gangs naturally also sent people. congratulate.

Longxiang and Shu's sent high-level figures with a gentle attitude towards the outside world.

However, Chaotianhui, the only one that maintains the setting of Tangkou Xiangzhu, has directly sent out the top five tough people within them.

This person is Chaotianhui's "outside patrol" hall master, the person in charge of Chaotianhui's external efforts, Wang Jiuming.

Guan Luoyang also had a little impression of this person, and took advantage of the opportunity to change his breath: "There are still some who come to die on their own initiative."

His waist and hips were slightly heavy, and he punched quickly, rushing through the air gap 20 meters away in the blink of an eye, and hit Wang Jiuming's chest.

The hem of Wang Jiuming's clothes fluttered and was shattered by Guan Luoyang's fist wind, but his body escaped the punch, and he stood up sideways, stepping on the wall next to him with his feet.

despair! !

When Wang Jiuming stepped on the wall, the arcs between the forefoot and the back of the foot changed. The surface of the leather shoes that looked like a pattern was used as the connection between the front and back feet, revealing a lustrous metallic luster.

This person didn't wear shoes at all, but his mechanical feet were directly shaped into the shape of black flat leather boots, and there were multiple sensors on the soles of the feet, which could convert the power of the true spirit into something like a gecko climbing a wall, electrostatically adsorbed form.

This clever design allows Wang Jiuming to walk on any plane in the three-dimensional space as if walking on flat ground.

Humans have been creatures accustomed to moving on the ground since they were born. Even in a three-dimensional environment, they can rarely rely on fulcrums other than the ground to exert force.

Wang Jiuming, on the other hand, has long been accustomed to fighting in this kind of three-dimensional battlefield. His room for movement and dodging is far more than that of ordinary opponents, and he will also make opponents feel strong strangeness and misjudgment.

Hanging upside down from the ceiling, with a thrilling and self-satisfied smile on his face, he frantically shifted and dodged Guan Luoyang's heavy punches several times in a row. arc.

The killer skill that was first inherited from the Persian Kingdom was sublimated by Wang Jiuming. The knife that popped out from the mechanical arms, the pleasure of three-dimensional cutting, is like cutting paper and cutting grass, and cutting the mat with a knife.

The figure of the knife-wielding figure runs in a spiral, traveling back and forth between the ceiling, wall and floor, and the arc-shaped knife also cuts out from countless unexpected and tricky angles.

Guan Luoyang was forced to retreat suddenly, and suddenly stomped the ground out of the pit with his feet jerkily.

While the four walls were vibrating at the same time, Guan Luoyang's arms were as picturesque as Tai Chi, and he was in the three-foot dojo. Taking advantage of the high-speed movement, he stirred up a chaotic air flow, and created a vortex of bitter air towards the corridor in front of him.

The three-dimensional narrow space can be used by Wang Jiuming, and naturally it can also be used by Guan Luoyang.

As the whirlwind swept past, Wang Jiuming's figure was suddenly shaken by the impact of the airflow. A palm came from the center of the air vortex and hit him on the stomach.

Bang! ! !
Wang Jiuming flew straight to the end of the corridor, hit the wall and fell.

"I just said, you are here to die."

Guan Luoyang took a few steps forward, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head and looked upstairs.

There are bodyguards wearing the uniforms of the Tao Zhu Group, appearing on this staircase.

Among the crowd in the rear, Fan Buchou and Fan Minzhi stood together.

Fan Minzhi was shocked and said: "You..."

Fan Buchou raised his hand, interrupted his words, and reprimanded him with a gloomy expression.

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)