Chapter 252 ‘Big Shot’

Chapter 252 · ‘Big Shot’

——It’s really intense over there.

——Hmm… When did the style of our Zhongzhou team become so terrible?

At the same time, in the battlefield of Washington, another war zone.

The large-scale military base seemed particularly quiet amid the explosions in the distance——that was the direction where Mu Gang was advancing, and he was as unstoppable as the Decepticons in the first Transformers movie. The heavy firepower points that could cause damage to him were either hit by Zhan Lan’s mental power or were remotely shot down by Zero Point, allowing him to move towards his target under the heavy rain of bullets from the garrison.

They were over there, and on this side was Zhan Lan.

Zhan Lan’s consciousness, and her body was her shadow. She passed through the heavily guarded military defense line, and all the American soldiers along the way either had empty eyes or looked blank, lying or sitting, falling at their respective posts.

The modern army is quite powerless in front of a psychic.

Especially, a psychic who is no longer bound by the flesh and can completely free his hands to fight.

An ambush appeared in Zhan Lan's observation - they were dragon warriors with some mental resistance, which could be controlled, but the cost was not proportional to the benefits. And they were carrying sniper rifles and long-range heavy firepower, advancing along the bunker, and seemed to intend to go around Zhan Lan's back to try a sneak attack.

Very cute tactics.

The shadow holding the moonlight sword moved his eyebrows, and the air around him was forcibly torn apart and generated an explosion. A distance of hundreds of meters passed in an instant, and the sneak attack team that was lurking forward was blocked by her. The enhanced physical fitness allowed this sneak attack team to raise the muzzle in a stressful manner, but the remaining time was not enough for them to pull the trigger.

The blue moonlight swept past.

The sword-holding shadow arrived at the back of the team, and all the dragon warriors were broken into pieces under the scattered moonlight.

They didn't have time to react more - but the biochemical gas sacs buried in their bodies operated autonomously. The colorless and odorless chemical gas burst out silently. At the same time, the long-range artillery array that locked their vital signs also roared in unison one kilometer away.

Interesting transformation, but it does not conform to the general style of the Dragon Legion that the reincarnationists encountered before. The strengthening direction of the built-in biochemical poison gas is obviously for special warfare against humans, but it is worthless against powerful behemoths or large-scale main battlefields. Then the things represented by this behind the scenes may be worth exploring.

——It seems that I have come to the right place.

Telekinesis surrounds the shadow. Although even without them, the poison gas cannot penetrate the protection of this body and the toxin resistance brought by the strong immunity attribute. But it is better than nothing. Zhan Lan is still more caring for this body and his shadow.

Before the bombardment arrived, a huge gap had been cut out by the moonlight sword above this semi-enclosed bunker!

The speed of the shell is very fast, so fast that it hits the target in less than a second after being triggered.

The speed of the shell is too slow, so slow that when the flames of the explosion burst, the shadow has already approached one-third of the way to the bombardment position.

There were many obstacles along the way, including large groups of soldiers. There were heavy firepower points hidden inside the bunkers. There were armored vehicles and tanks. There were even dragonborn warlocks holding developments, who used combined spells to mix curses and energy flows into the barrage of bullets attacking Zhan Lan.

——Not bad.

Zhan Lan gave an evaluation.

The greatsword in Ying's hand was emitting blue moonlight.

High-level angel holy light was injected into the sword body, and the attributes were transformed. In an instant, the edge of the sword was filled with blue light and fire as if burning, and Ying, who was advancing against the barrage of artillery fire, also raised the burning greatsword above his head.

If the face-pinching figure provided by Jiang Yu was a flat-chested golden-haired girl with blue eyes. Then Zhan Lan might also be interested in shouting "EX-Calibur!" at this moment. However, she was not, so what Ying did was just to silently cut the sword down.

The moonlight surged.

The blue moonlight gushed out from the sword, turning into a blue wave that rapidly advanced forward in a cone shape.

Shells and bullets melted in the waves, and spells disappeared in the waves. Whether it was the soldiers hiding in the bunkers or armor, or the dragonborn warlocks holding up the defensive shield. They were all ignited and burned in the fluctuations of the blue moonlight. In the short and shrill wailing, they were burned by the moonlight until only dry skeletons were left.

So, the battlefield calmed down again.

Zhan Lan and Ying continued to move forward, heading straight for the secret bunker that was the core of the base. They passed the wreckage that was horrible and could still show the pain and fear even when it turned into burning skeletons. There was no fluctuation in their hearts. Ying should have been like this, but Zhan Lan was the same.

——Everyone said that it was like a horror movie over there.

——Ah... It seems that I am not much better.

Thoughts flowed in Zhan Lan's mind, and she responded with a little apology and polite self-blame for her previous arrogance. Then she continued to walk forward in the silence of the shadow.

The door of the bunker was cut, but it didn't need to be cut open. The person in the control room could just press the button, but she finally chose to cut it open. When she walked into the passage inside the bunker, what awaited her was a desperate resistance.

Unlike the outside, most of the soldiers inside the bunker were human soldiers who had not been transformed. They wore exoskeleton armor developed with reference to the structure of dragons, and used large-caliber guns filled with anti-biological materials to block Zhan Lan's steps. They were both afraid and desperate in their hearts, but they still held on to their last post.

It didn't take three seconds for Ying to kill them all.

But Zhan Lan was faster, and her vast mental power was cast into tentacles. In the eyes of every resister, it was a huge tentacles that appeared out of thin air and attacked them head-on, and every huge sharp mouthpart that stretched out was calling for death.

Iron will is useless, insufficient mental power attributes are insufficient, and creating miracles is usually just a joke in the face of absolute power. And Zhan Lan did not kill them, but only temporarily deprived them of their sanity. How long they need to see a psychologist in the future is their own business, but at least they still have the option of "later".

Zhan Lan passed them, taking one second.

Continue forward, to a deeper place. Ying walked in a straight line roughly, whether it was a wall, a cable or a gas pipeline, she directly chopped them all with the moonlight sword. And all the bunker garrisons who tried to resist were directly knocked down by the mental shock the moment they were captured by Zhan Lan.

They were very fast, and it took less than half a minute to walk from the entrance of the bunker to the core control room.

And in half a minute, no matter how the commander here deployed his troops, the result was in vain.

When the heavy metal isolation door was torn open by a white hand, the commander of the bunker stared at the door. He put the pistol he carried with him against his chin.

He pulled the trigger.

"Don't move."

He couldn't pull the trigger.

All the clerks and guards in the core control room, whether they wanted to escape or hide, or raised their guns to resist. When they heard the sound, or were touched by the sound wave, it was as if the pause button was pressed. The muscles all over their bodies became stiff. Except for the heart, which was still allowed to beat, even the eyeballs could not move.

The girl walked into the hall without any dust, and her eyes swept the hall.

All the people fell down, and then immediately snored in sleep. All the surveillance cameras and operating electronic devices exploded. Even the small eavesdropping devices hidden in the corners burst into broken sparks.

Only the commander of the bunker was still standing there. His hands did not obey his command, and he naturally put down his gun without any sign of struggle - even though he was trying his best to resist in his heart.

"I want to see Uncle Sam." The beautiful girl who came to visit rashly said what she needed.

Uncle Sam, the personification of America. It is not a real person, it is just a symbol of reference here.

The commander of the bunker pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Thank you for telling me." Asking is just politeness. No matter how he responds, the answer has already been revealed - the girl's sight shifted, and an inconspicuous landline phone on the desk floated up and automatically dialed a complicated number.

Hundreds of kilometers away, in a shelter inside a mountain. In front of a group of big men in suits and leather shoes, the phone kept ringing.

They looked at each other, and a younger one seemed to want to volunteer. But in the end, it was the person with the highest status who answered the phone.

"I'm looking for Uncle Sam." The female voice on the other end of the phone was crisp and unfamiliar.

"I am."

"There is something you need to do."

The girl's figure suddenly appeared in this secret room where no strangers should have arrived. It was an illusion created by mental power, and most of these bigwigs who were once powerful but now governed by alien dragons subconsciously wanted to escape.

They couldn't do it. Because the mental power did not allow them to escape. Even if they were scared to shit and piss, it would not allow them to escape, because mental power would control the brain and cerebellum, and the brain would control the body muscles, so as not to make this formal conversation too dirty.

"You say." Uncle Sam's face was pale, and even if he tried to be neither humble nor arrogant, he still subconsciously used honorifics.

The girl had no opinion on this, just conveying her needs at her own pace.

…………………………

'Bang! 'The last skeleton crawler exploded and died under the gun of the thunder giant. And not long ago, the two high-level dragon gangs that were retrieved also turned into side plots and reward points into the pockets of the reincarnationists.

The battle came to an end.

The rest of the battle zone seemed to be operating normally.

Each companion was performing his duties in an orderly manner and did not need Jiang Yu's extra help.

He took Zhu Wen and tore through the mountains where the Skeleton Crawler Base was located and reached the top of the mountain. And at the moment when his toes touched the rock, Zhao Yingkong, who sneaked into the burning International Genetics control area, also got the information required by the side mission.

——[Side mission completed, get 1 C-level side story, and reward points 4000 points. 】

The Lord's announcement arrived.

And accompanied by Zhu Wen's soft shout beside him.

"The calamity is..."

She didn't need to finish her words.

At the end of the mountain, on the other side of the sea. The giant beast unit has arrived.