Chapter 718 Rock

Following Lawrence's guidance, a luxurious motorcade drove out of the tunnel and wound its way toward Kyoto at a very fast speed.

"It's so fast. Are you in a hurry to go to the toilet?"

Huai Shi lowered his head and watched them go away, then picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand: "The target has appeared, everyone is ready, let's go."

As he spoke, he threw the drone into the air, turned around and looked at Yamashita behind him and said, "I'll leave the command to you."

"yes!"

Yamashita bent down respectfully and put his helmet on his hands: "I wish you good luck in martial arts!"

"I just hope my fortune will be more prosperous."

Huai Shi reached out, took the helmet, and put it on his face.

The unique red helmet looks like a burning flame, with curved horns exposed from under the hard mask. Combined with the ferocious golden spray painting around it, it looks like an evil ghost bound in the human body.

Amidst the roar of the engine, Huai Shi turned the accelerator, and the motorcycle roared and sped out of the camera.

Soon, it disappeared from the sight of the drone.

The suspended drone has changed colors and quietly disappeared into the air. Only a faint buzzing sound spread in the sky, shrouding the sky on the winding mountain road.

In the center of the motorcade, in the stretched car, Ryoma Mifune was smoking irritably and scratching his collar.

He didn't look dignified in front of the believers at all. As soon as he got into the car, he took off his shoes and pulled off the obstructive robe, revealing the floral shirt and gold chain underneath, which were twisted on the chair. It looks like an old monkey.

"The Pope is too cautious. Is this necessary?"

"There's been a lot of buzz lately, and there's going to be big moves from above. Besides, a while ago, didn't that group of hybrids make it known that they won't let it go?"

The cold guard who was checking his gun raised his head and replied: "In order to prevent those bastards from doing anything, it's best to be careful - in fact, to be on the safe side, you should wear a body armor."

"Wearing bulletproof vests to meet the big men above, are we religious legal persons or survival maniacs? It's outrageous."

Ryoma Mifune sighed and looked at the guards in the car: "If something happens to you, what's the use of me wearing a body armor... Do you want some?"

He rolled cigarette paper deftly in his hand and handed one over.

The guard was stunned: "No need, and... aren't you going to attend the Dharma conference today?"

"Because you are going to preach, you have to get yourself high first."

Mifune Ryoma sighed, lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath of the forbidden fragrance. His back twitched, his face flushed, his eyes became psychedelic, and his pupils dilated.

The illusory and ethereal sound sounded in my ears again, like fairy music, and thousands of people were singing sacred hymns in unison. His soul, what he called his soul, transcended the shackles of the body, suspended upwards, followed the gentle attraction, rose above the shackles of the world, and once again entered the psychedelic and gorgeous dimension of light.

"How wonderful, compassionate love..."

He lingered in the gentle eyes of the gods, recited the sacred scriptures devoutly over and over again, and experienced the feeling of the spiritual body being purified and sublimated under the light of heaven.

Smoke curled up.

His body gradually became limp, losing strength, breathing rapidly, and leaned on the leather seat.

The empty pupils that spread out stared into the void in front of him, smiling involuntarily and happily.

The sound of Xianle became clearer and clearer.

Close, close... finally...

boom!

A loud noise suddenly erupted, waking him up from his confused dream. He raised his eyes in shock, and the fairy music lingering in his ears disappeared without a trace, torn to pieces by the rough noise.

There was only a low roar left, like steel roaring.

That was the loud roar of the engine.

Burning engine oil and spitting out thick smoke, the heavy motorcycle suddenly flew out from the winding mountain road, crossing the road restrictions and galloping over the complex mountain.

Galloping downward.

The dark locomotive broke through the bushes, like a drop of ink rolling off a slanted paper, leaving behind the smoke of rough burning engine oil that lingered for a long time.

Only the high-pitched and harsh sound of the engine was approaching quickly.

Along with the knight on the iron horse, descend from the sky!

"No. 9, No. 9, stop it!" The guard in the car picked up the walkie-talkie and said vigilantly: "Everyone turn on the insurance, if you dare to get close, attack directly..."

Before he finished speaking, gunfire rang out.

From the car at the rear, the window suddenly opened, and a guard holding a weapon poked his head out of it, pulling the trigger at the knight who was speeding behind.

Huaishi, on the other hand, turned the accelerator.

Instantly, the speed soared.

The heavy and huge motorcycle was incredibly dexterous in an instant. It dodged left and right and nimbly avoided the spray range of the shotgun. In an instant, it was close at hand.

Looking down,

The red helmet reflected the light of the dashboard, like the twisted face of an evil spirit, with a mocking smile.

Standing on the speeding motorcycle, the evil spirit raised his elbow and smashed it towards the stunned face, followed immediately by the sound of a watermelon smashing.

The entire interior of the car was dyed a gloomy color with splashes of scarlet.

The shotgun that had escaped his hands was tumbling in the air outside the car window, and then fell into the raised palm, holding it tightly.

The locomotive galloped and accelerated!

boom!

On the mountain ridge in front, there was a loud roar, and the suddenly collapsed rocks rolled and fell, flattening the leading car at the front and blocking the traffic.

Immediately afterwards, among the bushes on both sides, the members of the Paper Group, who had been waiting for a long time, walked out under the leadership of Ueno, holding long guns and short cannons that Yingzhou did not want civilians to play with, and pulled the triggers on the convoy. .

The firefight begins!

The pathfinder car in front was smashed by a boulder, and the speed of the entire convoy suddenly slowed down. However, the speed of the motorcycle rider did not slow down at all, and he moved forward at lightning speed.

He nimbly dodged the weapons fired from behind those windows, and had the time to adjust his direction and speed, adjust the throttle, tilt the car body, and flexibly shuttle between the convoys.

The shotgun he grabbed was held upside down like a baseball bat, swinging it over every head that dared to look up.

In the limousine in the middle, Mifune Ryoma, who was immersed in a drug-induced trance, struggled to hold himself up, his neck twitching, and he looked around blankly.

The celestial music and divine words lingering in his ears were quickly fading away, and noises and loud noises kept coming in, making him scream in annoyance, but he still hadn't realized what was happening.

Only the sound of the roaring engine was heard approaching, swirling around as if it was everywhere.

There was a blazing fire in the hallucination, just outside the car, and the whole world seemed to have turned into a gloomy hell. The burning knight rides a giant steel-like skeleton horse, screaming and galloping over.

Trampling on flesh and bones, wandering in the wilderness of death.

But that hallucination quickly dissipated under the stimulation of fear. He finally woke up and heard the low roar lingering outside the car window.

To adjust the throttle, twist it twice, loosen it once, twist it twice, and loosen it once.

The low roar of the engine also became like some weird beat.

Thump, thump, thump, thump!

"what is that……"

He stiffened his neck with difficulty, and before he had time to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he looked around and saw the arrogant figure in the firelight outside the window.

Thump, thump, thump, thump!

The low roar was like a hammer hitting his skull, trying to carve the crazy rhythm into his brain.

The Burning Knight excitedly raised the shotgun, held it upside down, and sang happily to the red-stained butt.

"Man, you're just a yelling kid, playing in the streets, hoping to be a big shot one day—"

boom!

Amidst the loud noise, the locomotive suddenly floated away, and its heavy rear smashed deeply into a newly opened car door, smashing the people behind it into pieces.

The knight raised his head, raised his microphone-like weapon, and lamented with regret: "You have made you so disgraced and embarrassed, kicking the tin can everywhere!"

At that moment, he raised his head and looked over with a pair of cold eyes behind the red-stained mask. Pointing at his face through the car window:

"—Singing!"

Sing, sing loud!

So, in the loud noise, the ethereal fairy music in the ears shrieked, and was drowned by the auditory hallucination like the roar of thousands of people. In the hallucination of forbidden drugs, there were only countless evil ghosts crawling out of hell, lying in his ears, roaring hoarsely:

"——We will, we will, rock you!!!"

The loudspeaker on the motorcycle blasted a deafening guitar sound. The shocking and rebellious melody spread in his brain. Mifune Ryoma's pupils shrank and he couldn't breathe.

The car window shattered in an instant.

The guard in the car swooped out, and in mid-air, his body expanded rapidly, shattering his suit and spreading out four ferocious wings. His deformed face quickly transformed into a vicious and gloomy face that resembled a woman's.

The billowing darkness spread, and four wings with sharp edges whirled in the wind. As he flew, they formed a huge knife wheel and swept towards the attacker.

Fei Yuan Demon!

On the top of the mountain in the distance, Lawrence, who was smoking, raised his hand and was about to take action, but before he could help, he saw Huai Shi's body suddenly leaping up from the motorcycle, and just a few feet away, he avoided the chop of the knife wheel.

But just under the burning car body, a rickety and ferocious figure suddenly flew up. His body jumped flexibly in the air and flew down towards Huai Shi in mid-air.

Nue!

In mid-air, Huai Shi, who was falling to the ground, raised his head, and the ferocious face of the sublime was reflected in the mask. Then, the other person also saw the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth under the mask.

In his hand, the barrel of the shotgun was suddenly raised and aimed at that ferocious face.

The trigger was pulled, iron rain flew out, the fire flashed away, and both sides flew out at the same time.

Huai Shi landed and rolled dexterously. When he stood up again, he saw the motorcycle torn to pieces by the knife wheel and the broken stereo. He felt helpless.

In the past, he could use the ax of anger to chop off the wings, stab the opponent with the spear of compassion to take the head of the opponent, and use the sword of virtue to decapitate Nue Owl without even landing.

As a result, the martial arts skills are too representative and cannot be used at all.

Watching Nue screaming in pain in the distance, he got up from the ground.

He sighed and shook his head: "Have you ever heard of sumo wrestling?"

He raised his hand, made an official gesture, and curled his fingers contemptuously at the Feiyuan Demon in front of him. As the body swelled, the hot blood surged.

The combination of Drummer and Yubu creates an over-limit state and starts.

The wrestling is about to begin!

Nue, who was ignored, roared angrily and rushed over from the side. He saw Huai Shi casually raising the shotgun and pulling the trigger again.

Amidst the rain of iron, Nue flew out again, letting out an angry and shrill roar.

I don’t know, you stinky brother!

Huaishi sneered, how could sumo wrestling be such an inconvenience!

This is——

——The shotgun pusher!