Chapter 230 The hard-line regiment, baptized by artillery fire
Boom!
The low and strong sound, like a stormy sea, shocked Delian's eardrums and made his heart beat faster.
He stood up in a panic and looked around in panic: "What's going on? Is there an earthquake?"
"BOSS, it's not an earthquake, it's an army."
A bodyguard came to the window and saw the rampaging tanks, crushing the collapsed walls, advancing at a constant speed, and surrounding the abandoned factory.
There were seven or eight tanks in just one area he saw, and there would never be less than thirty tanks on standby two hundred meters away.
Nine helicopters are hovering in the sky, and they may launch artillery shells at any time, destroying everything here.
In Cheng Long's consciousness, thousands of armed soldiers came from all directions, with excitement on their faces.
Obviously these soldiers wearing steel helmets and uniforms did not know how powerful the people surrounded by them were.
All they knew was that he was a murderous demon who killed 20,000 to 30,000 people within a month of arriving at Citi.
They want to eliminate harm for the people!
They want to be heroes!
"Bang bang bang..."
Delian frantically slapped the iron door of the secret room, his eyes revealing despair.
Surrounded by such an army, more than three or five elite bodyguards could save his life.
At this moment, the high-ranking Wall Street financial tycoons were panicking.
Because he knows very well that once those people behind the scenes make a decision, they will not care about killing one more financial tycoon. Even if their Duke consortium is not a soft persimmon and has a strong financial and human background, it will still not help.
"Creak!"
The moment Cheng Long opened the door, he saw Delian shouting in horror: "Mr. Long, the army is coming, and their target is you. What to do, we have been surrounded!"
"General Mike, your target is me, let them leave."
Cheng Long turned to look at Old Mike.
"Of course, they can leave at any time, but it's best to leave with me, otherwise I can't guarantee his safety." Old Mike stood up and dusted himself off, pretending to be elegant.
"Mr. Long, we are leaving, what will you do?"
Delian's eyes were full of gratitude. He didn't expect that Mr. Long, who was so murderous, could still take care of his safety in critical moments.
Although he knew very well that he was just a tool and did not receive more preferential treatment for becoming Mr. Long's agent.
But at this moment, his heart felt warm.
"Me?"
Cheng Longfeng said calmly: "Of course I will stay here to stretch my muscles and flex my muscles to scare away the smelly rats hiding in the stinking ditch and secretly watching me."
General Mike: "..."
He didn't expect that he would also be called a stinky rat!
But the words are rough and the reasoning is not rough.
There are so many people who covet the blood-thirsty beads that they are really like rats in the sewer.
If Cheng Long hadn't put the bloodthirsty beads away immediately after giving him fifteen years of youth, he might have been tempted to snatch the beads as soon as he woke up.
Compared to obtaining the Bloodthirsty Bead and mastering its secrets, what does fifteen years of youth mean?
He wants to be a bead-holder, not a customer who spends huge sums of money to provide nourishment for the bead-holder.
……
After Mike, Delian and others left.
The artillerymen and helicopter pilots who received the order pressed the launch button one after another.
Swish swish...
The turret rotated slowly, accompanied by deep roars, the huge muzzle spurted out blazing flames, and the shells pierced the sky, heading towards the target with destructive power.
At the same time, the helicopters hovering in the high altitude, the aerial artillery shells mounted under their fuselages cut through the blue sky like meteors, leaving long smoke trails.
The salvos of tanks and aircraft shells formed a shocking picture.
The ground trembled under the bombardment of tank shells, and smoke and dust were everywhere, while the aviation shells in the sky were like precision-guided death, instantly turning the target into a sea of flames.
Delian, who drove away from the factory with General Mike, looked back and saw that the steel factory, which was originally as solid as a fortress, had now turned into a burning ruin.
No one believed that people could still survive under such strong cannon fodder.
But Delian had great expectations for Cheng Long.
Because this is a very mysterious man.
"Boom boom boom..."
The shells continued to bombard each other, blasting huge craters into the dilapidated factory.
Under the baptism of rain of artillery fire, Cheng Long seemed to have become an immortal existence. His figure was looming in the smoke. The artillery fire exploded around him, but it could not cause any harm to him.
The officers in the combat command vehicle, through surveillance, saw the proud figure standing in the sea of fire, with horror in their eyes.
The abandoned factory, 60% of which was made of steel, was reduced to rubble by artillery fire, but the people inside were still able to stand proudly in place!
How is this possible?
An illusion must be an illusion.
The commander rubbed his eyes furiously.
But when he opened his eyes, he could still see the proud figure in the sea of fire.
It's not just him.
The same goes for General Mike, Delian, and their bodyguards who parked their cars near the factory.
"Mike, you're in trouble!"
"If you offend Mr. Long, many people will die."
Delian, who was standing on the opposite team, was shocked, and his face soon showed joy.
Not attracting Cheng Long's attention was definitely the most correct thing he had ever done in his life. Look, Mr. Long, who was carpet-bombed by artillery shells, was in the sea of fire, like an immortal demon, quietly watching the enemy's poor performance.
Cheng Long's clothes were in tatters, but he exuded an indescribable majesty.
His eyes were like daggers, flashing fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow up the whole world.
There was no fear on his face, but instead a trace of ridicule and contempt, as if all the artillery fire and destruction were just insignificant dust beneath his feet.
"..."
General Mike could no longer remain calm. He was originally worried that the artillery fire was too fierce and would destroy the mysterious bead together.
I never thought that Mr. Long only damaged his clothes when he faced the baptism of gunfire!
If he had known better, he would never have gone into trouble.
Now...
He really wants to go home!
The outside world is so scary!
"It's my turn!"
Cheng Long grabbed the tattered shirt and pulled it off suddenly, revealing a strong body like steel. His pupils were shining with red light, beating like flames, and boiling fighting spirit was blazing.
Faced with someone who wants to shoot him, he doesn't care whether the other party obeys orders or not. If he has reached this point and is still timid and does not dare to kill innocent people indiscriminately, then the person behind everything who is leading everything will definitely become more aggressive.
A mere army is nothing, this is just the beginning.
Tonight is destined to be a river of blood!
……
Washington.
In a secret base.
A dial phone with a simple shape and full of texture suddenly rang.
In the darkness, a wrinkled arm suddenly stretched out to pick up the receiver and retreated into the darkness.
"Sir, the situation is serious and unexpected. Mr. Long was baptized by artillery shells, but he was not injured at all. He is showing us his muscles..."
Mike's calm voice with a hint of panic rang in his ears.
The old man hiding in the darkness felt his heart skip a beat, then he poked his rickety body out of the shadows and said seriously: "Mike, is he really not hurt at all?"
"From the outside, it seems to be intact, except for his clothes!" General Mike still can't believe his eyes, but the facts are in front of him, so you have to believe it if you don't believe it.
"..."
The old man was silent for a long time and said silently: "Be prepared for the worst!"
"Yes."
Mike nodded in response.
At the same time, Cheng Long, who was in the sea of fire, grabbed a steel bar and threw it into the sky.
"Boom!"
The steel bar penetrated a helicopter like a cannonball. Perhaps because the temperature of the steel bar was too high, when it penetrated the fuel tank, a fire broke out instantly.
This blow was like a clarion call to charge.
Cheng Long jumped up, like a furious dragon in the deep sea, soaring upward.
As early as when he was in the Foundation Establishment Realm, his jumping ability was more than dozens of times that of ordinary people. Now he can even fly briefly in the air without using magic power.
Or you can make a long-distance jump, one or twenty kilometers at a time, which is actually no different from flying.
Anyway, Cheng Long has never tried the limit.
This time, I can take the opportunity to test the physical limits of normality.
"Boom!"
Like a jumping spider, Cheng Long suddenly lay down on the front glass of the helicopter. The pilot inside the helicopter was startled and opened his mouth suddenly.
Damn it!
How do people jump up to a height of hundreds of meters?
Before the mobilization, the soldiers who came to encircle and suppress Cheng Long only knew that the person they were going to deal with was a man who possessed a bewitching magic bead. When they took action, they might encounter strange things that were difficult to understand.
So when they saw Cheng Long intact in the sea of fire, they thought it was the magic beads. Who would have thought that the target had such a terrifying jumping ability.
"Bang!"
Cheng Long stretched out a palm as white as jade, easily penetrated the helicopter windshield, grabbed the pilot's collar, then pulled and flicked it slightly, and the pilot was thrown out as if throwing garbage. .
"This unfortunate guy is doomed."
Not far away, Delian, who was watching the movie next to his Rolls-Royce, watched Cheng Long leap into the sky and pull the driver out of the cockpit, his eyes filled with awe.
The same goes for the professional bodyguards on the side.
They have never seen such a powerful human being, Mr. Long is the first and only one.
"Ah, ah..."
In the shocked eyes of Delian, Mike and others, Cheng Long was like a ghost, flashing in mid-air, dragging helicopter pilots out of the cabin one after another.
The out-of-control helicopter spiraled down uncontrollably and turned into artillery shells, destroying tanks one after another. Countless soldiers were affected on the ground.
In just a short moment, a regiment encircling and suppressing Cheng Long lost all its helicopters, five tanks, and more than sixty soldiers.
This siege is destined to be Cheng Long's personal show.
After destroying all the helicopters, he floated in the void like a demon.
The next moment.
Cheng Long suddenly reached out and grabbed the void, and a fist-sized red bead appeared strangely in his hand...
(End of chapter)