I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 119 Desperate
Soult hadn't registered any of the superhuman registration laws of Laozi, and the government had no plans to register in this area.

He grew up in this barren land since he was a child, and he has never seen the prosperity and glory of the past. Surte can't understand why those old people miss the past. He likes the life now.

Even before he became metahuman, Soult was a warrior who came and went like the wind, he was the youngest Hound Rider in the Skeleton, and he knew what he wanted from a young age, you just had to not be afraid to get your hands dirty and fight someone else.

As small as a piece of bread, a piece of soap, as large as a dog rider's motorcycle, or a charging pile that can be charged, no matter what you want, you must first defeat its original owner.

Until one day, Soult woke up from a dreamless night, he found himself different, he became more powerful than before, if he focused, everything around him would slow down.

Sirte can easily pull a car, can run with his own motorcycle on his shoulders, and can even see moving bullets clearly when he is excited.

Once, he deflected a bullet that was aimed at him with his own dagger, and since then, the Skeletalists have looked at him as if they were some kind of god stepped out of a fairy tale.

But Sirte did not lose himself. He knew from the radio that there were many people like him in this world. During the robbery of the Skeleton Party, he also met a few of his kind, but they were all too weak.

Soult stood in the middle of the road and watched the convoy approaching in the distance, wearing a body armor that was one size too big. He had snatched this body armor during a robbery.

It didn't fit well, but Soult knew he wouldn't be able to dodge every incoming bullet, and that body armor could save his life.

He stared at the convoy in the distance, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. He knew that this would be another bumper harvest, and the leader allowed him to play forward, so he acquiesced in taking the big head of the spoils.

Soult heard that the convoy was transporting drugs or addictive compounds, he wasn't interested in that stuff, but he wanted to grab a good gun, he saw the convoy's security shooting hound riders, he was sure those guys had good guns .

"Is that a person?" Anthony doubted his eyes a little. He had participated in several operations to hunt and kill superhumans, but these superhumans always brought him surprises.

A metahuman hurled by a catapult with the strength to drag a car wreck doesn't look like much to mess with.

"You drive!" Tang Ji let go of the steering wheel, put the back of the seat back to the end, and rolled into the rear space in an awkward posture. For an armed man wearing heavy body armor, this is definitely a difficult action.

Anthony turned sideways to stabilize the steering wheel, and then took Tang Ji's vacant seat. Looking at the roadblock that was getting closer, he still maintained the speed of the car.

Tang Ji didn't give the order to slow down, so he wouldn't slow down, even if he bumped into a roadblock. When fighting, you have to trust your commander, even if he is a fool, it's better than everyone has their own ideas.

Fortunately, Tang Ji was not an idiot. He leaned himself out of the skylight, holding a square bazooka in his hand. This is the barrier breaker-20 produced by the Orsis Group of the Russian Federation.

That's right, Lao Maozi called this thing a barrier breaker, and it has formed a mature series. This thing uses a unique magnetic mounting technology inside. In theory, as long as it has a diameter of 80MM, it can launch it.

Of course, the company’s first launch is the self-developed and self-produced 80MM series of ammunition, from solid door-breaking ammunition to cloud-exploding ammunition, everything is available at affordable prices, but it is a pity that it is considered an illegal weapon in various countries.

This kind of weapon with little technical content was provided by Martin in friendship. Out of some ulterior hobby, Martin reported the bill for buying this thing to LS Road Group for reimbursement.

"I hope you are as easy to use as the advertisement said." Tang Ji patted the barrier breaker, loaded a high-explosive bomb into it, took a rough look and pulled the trigger.

The recoil was accompanied by a low sound of breaking through the air, and the rocket was ejected about four meters under the electromagnetic push before it suddenly started, and it continued to accelerate forward with a glare!
The distance of 400 meters passed in an instant under the push of the propellant, and the warhead exploded the moment it touched the wreckage of the car.

The huge power directly blew up the wreckage of the car whose main structure had been destroyed long ago, all over the sky.

The moment Soult saw the rocket, he ran out ahead of time, instinctively telling him that the subsequent explosion would be dangerous.

In fact, this is indeed the case. The fragments of the high-explosive bomb itself mixed with the iron rain formed by the shattered car wreckage instantly turned the 50-meter range around the roadblock into a dead zone.

A few skeleton gang gunmen who were not far enough away passed away without even smelling the smell of death.

Sirte didn't bother to look back at the casualties behind him. Although he was only 16 years old, he was used to death and killing. He grew up on this.

He quickly approached Tang Ji's head car with his fast speed, and the submachine gun in his hand began to spray bullets at a distance of nearly 30 meters.

When Sirte became serious, he could see his bullets being splashed out of the muzzle one by one. The enemies he encountered in the past had no time to react at this distance, so he closed his eyes.

But it was obviously different this time. Surte saw the half-body protruding from the roof of the car, as if he had expected to reach out to cover his face and throat in advance, and then let the bullet hit him.

Surte could even see the bullet hitting the man's metal arm, being compressed from a cone shape into a cake shape, and then scattered and cracked, and the bullets shot at other positions did not cause any better damage. The opponent's equipment made him almost immune Small-caliber weapons.

He saw the security guard let go and dropped the bazooka, and pulled out a revolver shining with silver light from his waist at an 'extremely fast' speed, aiming at himself.

In the process, Sirte approached the car he was in from 30 meters away and grabbed the door handle in the main driving direction.

He's powerful enough to yank the door off a Mercedes-Benz without the old guy in charge of the car even realizing the enemy is right next to him!
But although the security guard's speed was slow, his prediction was accurate enough, and the scary large-caliber revolver kept moving slowly with his figure.

Soult was puzzled, he didn't know how the opponent did it, but the gun did pose a threat to him, if he stayed at the car door long enough, the opponent's line of sight would 'catch up' to him!
He hesitated for a moment, and before the opponent really aimed at him, he let go of his hand, accelerated and passed the off-road vehicle, and then caught up from the other side.

No matter how quick the opponent's reaction is, it still takes time to turn around, and this time is enough for Surte to kill them twice!
Suerta grabbed the handle of the rear door of the co-pilot and pulled it hard, destroying the self-locking structure of the door with force, then threw a grenade into the car, flipped over the bridge, and hung himself up by his arm. under the fence.

He's not as relaxed as he appears, he's never been in bullet time for this long before, a state he's given his own name to because in this state he's almost as fast and reflexive as a bullet.

It was the security guard who put enough pressure on him that Soult felt a heat flow from his nasal cavity, and every muscle in his body was forcing him out of this state.

If there is a mirror, Surte will find that his whole body seems to be steamed, and his skin has turned red.

With a bang, Soult rubbed his nosebleed and laughed, now he should go to receive his spoils.

All this was long enough for Soult, but for Tanguy, it only happened within a few seconds.

After he finished firing the rocket, Tang Ji vaguely saw a figure rushing towards him, and Tang Ji realized that something was wrong. He almost didn't waste any time, and directly abandoned the barrier breaker that had just made a contribution, drew the gun with his right hand, and left and right Instinct stands in the way.

The continuous sound and force of bullet collisions made Tang Ji realize that he had been shot, but he didn't even have time to find out where the shooter was, he only knew that the shooter was very close to him.

In a blink of an eye, Tang Ji's muzzle pointed at the direction where the enemy fired before, and moved with the blurry figure. He swore that this was definitely his fastest aiming speed, but the enemy still disappeared.

Tang Ji heard the sound of the car door being pulled open, but he had no time to turn around. A crisp and familiar sound of metal collisions made him too late to give a warning. He retracted into the car and fumbled on the ground.

It's a grenade!hell!

Tang Ji might have had time to jump off the car just now, but Anthony was dead, and he made the opposite decision before he even had time to regret it.

His iron hand touched the grenade that was rolling left and right under the seat, and then suddenly exerted force, punching through the car body that was close at hand, boom!
It was too late to let go, at this moment Tang Ji could only hope that his prosthetic limb was strong enough, the body of the car was strong enough, and Anthony's driving skills were sophisticated enough.

The violent vibration was transmitted to Tang Ji along the prosthetic limb, and the metal and flesh-and-blood part felt as if it had been torn apart.

The left rear wheel of the off-road vehicle bounced suddenly, as if an invisible giant slammed into the off-road vehicle from this direction, the braking system screamed piercingly, and then suddenly swung its head and slammed into the bridge fence.

The shattered wheel tore itself apart in just a few laps, and the hub rubbed against the ground sparking, but at the last moment Anthony slammed on the brakes and the car stopped there.

The airbag that popped up quickly pressed Anthony firmly on the seat, and then quickly deflated, giving the driver a chance to save himself.

Anthony didn't realize what happened from the beginning to the end. He thought he had hit a landmine, and immediately wanted to get out of the car to check Tang Ji's situation.

As a result, when he got out of the car, a juvenile who seemed to be underage came from nowhere and put a submachine gun on his exposed jaw: "Don't move, or I'll blow your head off, I'm sorry!" Love your helmet, body armor, and shoes, I don't want them to get dirty."

Anthony saw Tang Ji's prosthetic limb sticking out of the car. He stood there and said calmly to the boy: "I'm going to check my teammate's injuries now. I can disarm him, but I can't leave him alone. I'm going to start moving now. If you're going to shoot me, that's your right."

After the old military doctor finished speaking, he threw away his gun neatly, and opened the broken rear door, and saw Tang Ji lying on the back seat, life and death unknown, with blood everywhere.

When he dragged Tanguy out of the car, Saint and Martin had parked the car 20 meters away, and the remaining gunmen of the Skull Party also surrounded them from both sides of the bridge.

The saint looked at Anthony, who was pointed at by the gun, and Tang Ji, who did not know whether he was alive or dead. He pulled the bolt of the gun and wanted to rush forward, but was grabbed by Ethan.

"Don't be impulsive, it's not that easy to die with a head." Ethan held a pistol, hesitated and threw it back into the car. He is not a combatant, and even a pistol in this situation can't change the situation of the battle.

As the truck driven by Martin shook for a while, Martin, wearing an exoskeleton and a flat-end heavy machine gun, stepped out of the carriage and sprayed bullets at the hound riders and gunners behind, suppressing the chickens and tile dogs 200 meters away.

"What's the matter? What's wrong with the head?" Martin's pilgrim yelled, and he couldn't turn his head while wearing heavy equipment.

What's wrong with your head?Tang Ji didn't know what was wrong with him. He woke up when Anthony dragged him out of the car, but the shock from the prosthesis made him weak now, and the connection with the prosthesis was also cut off.

If his prosthetic had been just a normal RHZ-III reinforced prosthetic, it would have been impossible to survive the previous explosion, but now his prosthetic appeared to be unscathed.

just don't feel
Tang Ji opened his eyes and watched Anthony inject him with several injections of medicines of different colors. At the same time, intentionally or unintentionally, he showed Tang Ji his dagger.

The power flowed in Tang Ji's body again, and the pain from the body before also dissipated under the action of the medicine, but he still couldn't feel the existence of the prosthetic limb.

But it doesn't matter, although he is missing an arm, Tang Ji has never regarded himself as a disabled person.

He glanced at the boy again out of the corner of his eye. He was now sure that the boy was the superhuman who threw the grenade at his car.

The remaining nosebleed on the opponent's face, as well as the still flushed complexion, made Tang Ji slightly relieved. At least the opponent did not use his abilities unlimitedly.

What is this, speeder?This is Tang Ji's first encounter with this type of enemy. When the opponent's action speed is faster than your reaction speed, you don't even have the strength to fight back.

Don't allow those players to get this ability, Tang Ji's eyes sharpened, and taking advantage of the moment when the other party was attracted by Martin's equipment, he reached out and took out Anthony's dagger, and threw himself at the boy.

He only has one chance, I hope the opponent is still in the 'cooling period'.
The next second, Tang Ji suddenly felt that he was pushed from behind. Because the prosthetic limb fell off, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

When he turned his head, the boy was holding Anthony's dagger, looking at him with a sneer.

　PS: The typo has been corrected~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)