Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

The white beast slid sideways on the slippery slush road, its six armored tires throwing mud and snow into the air, making it seem like it was surfing. Nearby vehicles were frightened by this domineering behemoth and honked their horns in protest. Zhuang Xuteng was unmoved at all. He stepped on the accelerator and the white beast rushed straight into the opposite lane.

He was immediately caught in the crossfire by a bunch of flashing high-beam lights on the opposite side, but fortunately he had anti-glare glasses to protect him. Zhuang Xuteng drove directly in the opposite direction in the fast lane, with double flashing warning lights and interval flashing headlights ensuring that oncoming vehicles could see him. The reason why you drive in the wrong direction in the fast lane is mainly to take advantage of your size so that small cars in this lane do not dare to collide with you and have to give way to the road. If he goes to the emergency lane, next to it is the truck lane. Because the white beast is wider, the emergency lane cannot accommodate it, and it cannot hit those trucks, making it even more dangerous.

Along the way, horns blaring in protest were heard all the time, but no cars actually dared to hit them. After driving for about ten minutes, Zhuang Xuteng found that the number of cars coming ahead was significantly reduced, and flames broke out on the road in the distance, smoke rose, and helicopters were also flying low and circling there.

"Nike, the high-speed surveillance confirmed that the interception has been completed. The helicopter team and the pursuit team blocked the Canghuo Gang's car. They are taking action." Yanque said in the communication channel: "Lucy's latest instruction: please go to support, Watch to see if the memory is corrupted."

"What does that thing look like?" Zhuang Xuteng asked.

"Not sure, what I say below are all guesses." Yanque said: "That is an encrypted memory. The company often uses it when expanding its business. It is very convenient for people in the company to get it, so we guess it should be commonly used by the company this time. model. People from the Canghuo Gang once connected it to the network. Based on the encrypted information exposed during that time, we estimated its information capacity. You should look for something ten centimeters long and about as thick as a pencil case. There should be very obvious shadow chips and display screens on its surface, and perhaps Dingxin Magic’s corporate logo.”

"Is that a shadow slave device? Do you know the level of its shadow slave energy activity?"

It took a moment for Yanque to tell him: "No less than Shadow Cong Firearms - this is what my sister said."

"Understood." Zhuang Xuteng said: "I will stay on this channel and notify me of any news in time. I have already seen the interception scene. Let them know that I have arrived."

At this time, we must make it clear to the mercenaries in front of us. If we are regarded as reinforcements from the Canghuo Gang, we will lose more than we gain. However, even after notifying the opponent, Zhuang Xuteng still had to be careful. He may not necessarily know the mercenaries over there, and he has no idea what their character is like or whether they have any thoughts. And the most important thing is: he doesn't know if the middlemen who send those mercenaries have any careful thoughts.

Whoever can master the identity information of all mercenaries can influence or even control all mercenaries, and no one will be unmoved. Mercenaries all work for money, and there are no mercenaries without selfish motives, so Zhuang Xuteng can only regard everyone as his opponent first, and then distinguish and deal with them.

From a distance, he saw the Canghuo Gang's car overturned and burning. The bodies of four people on the ground were surrounded by eight mercenaries. It was obvious that the battle was over. After flashing the lights twice and switching to low beam, Zhuang Xuteng slowed down and approached. He looked carefully and saw that he had not seen the eight mercenaries present and the three people in the hovering helicopter, which would obviously increase the difficulty of processing.

"Hi!" Zhuang Xuteng stopped the car and kept the engine running while keeping the door open. He jumped out of the car, waved, and said, "I'm Scarecrow Neck. Lucy asked me to come here."

"Is Colonel Taft healed?" a mercenary asked.

"It's good to be able to walk and drive." Zhuang Xuteng said with a smile: "I was nearby, and I was sent here suddenly when I got a call. How are you? Is it done?"

"Yes. The car was stopped, the people were killed, and the things were destroyed." A mercenary wearing sunglasses said: "Do you want to come over and take a look?"

"Okay!" Zhuang Xuteng walked over with a smile, and at the same time opened the Wraith Jelly to monitor the surroundings, and scanned everyone present with the Eyes of Shadow.

The four people lying on the ground all had obvious gang tattoos, some old and new, showing how they climbed to high positions in the Canghuo Gang step by step. The four people died tragically, with multiple wounds on their bodies. One person had his head smashed, revealing some remains of a brain implant. This guy may be an information spy trained by the Canghuo Gang. He must have spent a lot of money and effort, but he didn't expect to die here directly.

"You guys are so fast, and I don't see any of you injured. How did you do it?" Zhuang Xuteng smiled, took out a cigar box from the bag on his waist, and distributed cigarettes to everyone enthusiastically.

"Three elders and one information spy are difficult to fight from the front, but they can't withstand a car accident." A mercenary took a cigar from Zhuang Xuteng, nodded to him with a smile, and said: "As soon as the helicopter slowed down, the behind The car hit me, six times in a row, and hit the roadside. The people in the car were like cans, shaking and shaking, and then they all broke."

"What a trick!" Zhuang Xuteng secretly scanned everyone, and then probed every object whose signal strength was higher than the shadow slave's gun ring. Excluding implants, there are not many simple shadow slaves. Wraith Jelly gently explored these targets, first determining what shape they were, and then carefully identifying whether there were shadow chips and displays on their surfaces.

The guy in the yellow down jacket standing in the second row had something like this in his arms. Zhuang Xuteng remained calm and leaned forward by handing out a cigar. The man waved his hand in refusal and backed away. Although he had a smile on his face, his mental state still showed a trace of nervousness. At the same time, the two people next to him unconsciously leaned forward to protect him.

Zhuang Xuteng directly handed over the cigar and leaned forward to get the cigarette. At the same time, he tapped each other with the roots of his teeth to send out the secret message of "traitor", and used the bone conduction communicator to send this message to the rock bird. He was worried that sending long signals or familiar coded signals would be heard by colleagues with enhanced hearing, so he could only compress the information into "traitors" and hope that the rock bird would understand the meaning.

"Our people will be here soon, hold on." Yanque obviously understood. She reassured Zhuang Xuteng, and then urged the people behind to support him in the name of Lucy.

Zhuang Xuteng handed out a circle of cigars, lit one himself, and said: "It's freezing cold... Unfortunately, the superiors won't let us go, so we have to wait here, saying they want to ensure that the identity information memory is destroyed. You guys Have you seen that thing?”

"No. After the car overturned, these people struggled to crawl out, and we killed them - there was nothing suspicious about them. Then the car caught fire, and everything you are looking for may be inside."

Zhuang Xuteng smiled, raised his hand and pointed at the yellow down jacket, and said, "Then the thing in his arms that keeps sending out signals, and the signals have the characteristics of the Canghuo Gang, must not be a memory?"

Hearing this, everyone became nervous and looked at Huang Down Jacket with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces. Zhuang Xuteng had a panoramic view of everyone's performance and basically judged who knew and who was kept in the dark. "The thing is on the front side of your right waist, which is near the liver and gallbladder area. Unlock your coat and show it to everyone to see if that thing is the memory we want to find and destroy."

"You are slanderous and talking nonsense!" The yellow down jacket angrily pointed at Zhuang Xuteng and said, "Why do you want to frame me!"

"Look at me." Zhuang Xuteng unzipped his windbreaker and lifted the right lapel outward, revealing the armored vest, armed belt, tool bag and various melee and throwing weapons underneath. "It's such a simple action. I demonstrated it and you can show it to everyone. I'm not asking you to strip naked just to satisfy everyone's curiosity!"

"You want to be the boss?"

Zhuang Xuteng stopped smiling and said immediately: "I want to see under your clothes, it's as simple as that. Everyone knows who has other people's identity information and knows the relationship between their parents, wives, relatives and friends, who is the boss? . In addition, I can accurately find the location of things, and you should know in your heart that you can't run away."

The yellow down jacket gritted his teeth and was about to quibble when he suddenly felt his heartbeat speeding up, his blood rushing up, and his brain suddenly stagnating. Immediately afterwards, the ground swayed from side to side, and everyone had at least four or five clones in his eyes. The surrounding sounds became very muffled, as if he was sinking underwater while everyone else was on the surface.

He raised his hand to cover his heart and looked down to see that the blood vessels on the back of his hand were bulging and had turned black. "Poison..." He made a judgment, but it was a wrong judgment. Next, the implants all over his body sounded alarms and stopped working. The yellow down jacket fell to his knees with a thud, and the only thing he could do with his whole body was to keep breathing as much as possible.

"What's wrong with you!" His companion realized something was wrong and asked quickly.

"Don't get close to him! He thinks the company's things are easy to get!" Zhuang Xuteng secretly transferred the resentment of the four Canghuo Gang corpses to the yellow down jacket, and said in a serious manner: "That thing in his arms just created an impact. From the energy fluctuation, this guy was affected. Did he just say poison? Some kind of shadow slave spell or shadow slave chip poison? Which one of you knows?"

Everyone looked at each other and expressed that they didn't understand. Even the companion in the yellow down jacket was fooled by Zhuang Xuteng and did not dare to step forward to check.

The yellow down jacket was kneeling on the ground, his upper body swaying, barely maintaining his posture without falling over. His neck trembled several times, and all the life-saving drugs were pushed into the blood vessels by the syringe. However, Zhuang Xuteng injected the resentment of four dead people into one person, and turned most of the resentment into side effects of the implant. As long as a doctor who happens to be equipped with a full set of equipment and is good at treating Lanci syndrome does not appear here, this person will not be saved.

"Look at his face, his blood vessels, his eyes... they are all black." The mercenaries around him all took a step back, and one of them said: "What kind of terrible toxin is this? Equipment release? Will it be contagious?"

Diseases are called infections, and toxins should be called diffusion.

"I don't know." Zhuang Xuteng clicked his tongue and said, "Which of you has a longer pole? We have to open his clothes to see if it was caused by the dangerous object. If so, destroy it directly. That thing is still releasing The shadow signal is likely to have a tracking and positioning function. Oh, is this a telescopic pole? Thank you, leave it to me."

Zhuang Xuteng took the fishing rod from a mercenary friend and weighed it. It was actually titanium alloy - he was too familiar with this metal. Unexpectedly, some of the mercenaries carry fishing rods with them. How much does this guy like fishing? But the most advantageous thing at this time is the fishing rod. It has a hook on the front. With the auxiliary control of the Wraith Tentacle, it can easily hook the zipper on the front of the down jacket.

"Don't disturb me, just stay where you are." Zhuang Xuteng gave a warning in advance, saying: "This matter must be investigated to the bottom of the matter. Think about it one by one. Don't let yourself make a fuss and become the public enemy of all mercenaries."

"Yes, don't move, wait and see." Some mercenaries have publicly supported Zhuang Xuteng, saying: "As long as you lift your clothes, this matter will be clear."

Zhuang Xuteng nodded to express his gratitude to those who supported him, then quickly manipulated the fishing rod, hooked the zipper, and opened the down jacket. At this time, the owner of the clothes had been completely overwhelmed by the side effects of the implant and fell into a coma, unable to do anything except wait for death. There was no way he could move the information storage, he could only expose it.

"Fuck! It's true! Guys, keep an eye on Liukoqi's mercenaries. Maybe they all received the same instructions!"

The mercenaries in the field immediately divided into two camps, with Liukoqi's mercenaries surrounded in the center. Zhuang Xuteng whistled, and then said: "There is no need to take action, this matter can be solved in an easy way. As long as the information storage is destroyed, today's matter can come to an end."

"Naike, go and destroy that thing." A mercenary said, "We are all watching you, don't do anything secretly."

"Ha! You underestimate me too much." Zhuang Xuteng flicked his wrist, used a fishing rod to drag the information storage device the size of a pencil box to the ground, and then fired it with a palm of his hand. The thermite burned rapidly, and the high-temperature white flame instantly engulfed the information memory. It gave off a foul stench, produced a cloud of black smoke, and turned into a pile of ashes.

Zhuang Xuteng clapped his hands and said: "It's over! This thing has never been a fortune, it has been a disaster. I am just a mercenary who wants to make money, and completing the commission is the most important thing. As for who has small thoughts, who thinks Isn’t this the truth that it’s up to the middleman to figure out this kind of thing when disasters come together?”

"Yes, let the middlemen figure it out." Many mercenaries agreed, and then supervised each other to retreat and distance themselves from the mercenaries of different affiliations.