Following Lawrence's guidance, a luxurious fleet of vehicles drove out of the tunnel and headed toward the capital at lightning speed.
"That's fast. Are they in a hurry to go to the toilet?"
Huai Shi lowered his head and looked at them as they left. He picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand and said, "The target has appeared. Everyone, get ready. Let's go."
As he spoke, he threw the drone into the air and turned to look at the foot of the mountain behind him. He said, "I'll leave the command to you."
"Yes!"
The foot of the mountain bowed respectfully and presented the helmet with both hands. "I wish you prosperity in martial arts!"
"I only hope that your fortune will be more prosperous."
Huai Shi stretched out his hand, took the helmet, and put it on his face.
The special crimson helmet was like a burning flame. Curved horns were exposed under the hard mask. Together with the ferocious golden paint around it, it looked like a demon bound in a human body.
In the roar of the engine, Huai Shi twisted the throttle. The motorcycle whistled and sped out in the camera.
Soon, it disappeared from the drone's vision.
The drone that was suspended in the air had changed color and quietly disappeared into the air. Only a faint buzzing sound spread in the sky and shrouded the sky above the winding mountain road.
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In the middle of the fleet, in a limousine, Ryoma Mifune smoked irritably and scratched his collar.
He did not look solemn in front of the believers at all. As soon as he entered the car, he took off his shoes and tore off his cumbersome robe, revealing the flowery shirt and gold chain below. The way he twisted in the chair made him look like an old monkey.
"The Pope is too careful. Is it necessary to do this?"
"The situation has been tense recently. There's going to be a big move from the top. Moreover, a while ago, didn't those bastards spread the news that they won't give up? "
The cold guard who checked the gun looked up and replied, "In order to prevent those bastards from doing anything, it's best to be careful. Actually, to be safe, you should wear a bulletproof vest."
"Wearing a bulletproof vest to meet the big masters above? Are we religious legal persons or survival maniacs? This is ridiculous."
Mifune Ryoma sighed and looked at the guards in the car. "If anything happens to you, what's the use of wearing a bulletproof vest … Do you want some?"
He deftly rolled a cigarette in his hand and handed it over.
The guard was stunned. "There's no need for that. Also... aren't you going to attend the Spiritual Assembly today?"
"It's precisely because I'm going to preach that I have to get high first."
Ryoma Mifune sighed. He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath of the forbidden fragrance. His back twitched and his face flushed. His eyes became confused and his pupils dilated.
Illusory and ethereal voices rang in his ears again. It was like heavenly music, and millions of people were singing a sacred song in unison. His soul, his so-called soul, broke free from the shackles of his body and floated upwards. Following the gentle attraction, he rose above the shackles of the mortal world and once again entered the illusory and gorgeous light dimension.
"What a wonderful, compassionate love …"
Under the gentle gazes of the gods, he devoutly recited the sacred scriptures over and over again, experiencing the feeling of his spirit body being purified and sublimated under the light of the Kingdom of Heaven.
Smoke rose in spirals.
His body gradually became limp and he lost his strength. He breathed rapidly and leaned on the leather seat.
His dilated empty eyes stared at the void in front of him and he could not help but smile happily.
The sound of the heavenly music became clearer and clearer.
Close, close … Finally …
Boom!
A loud noise suddenly broke out and woke him up from his blurry dream. He looked up in shock. The heavenly music that lingered in his ears disappeared without a trace and was torn apart by the violent noise.
Only a low roar was left, like the roar of steel.
It was the loud sound of an engine.
Burning engine oil and spewing out thick smoke, the heavy motorcycle suddenly flew out from the winding mountain road, crossing the limits of the road and galloping on the complicated mountains.
It sped down.
The dark motorcycle broke through the bushes, like a drop of ink rolling down from a tilted paper. Wherever it passed, it left behind the smoke of the engine oil burning violently, which did not dissipate for a long time.
Only the high-pitched and ear-piercing sound of the engine was rapidly approaching.
Together with the knight on the iron horse, it descended from the sky!
"Number nine, number nine, stop it!" The guard in the car picked up the walkie-talkie and said vigilantly, "Everyone, turn on the safety. If it dares to approach, directly attack …"
Before he finished speaking, gunshots rang out.
From the car at the back, the window suddenly opened. The guard with the weapon poked his head out and pulled the trigger at the knight galloping behind.
Huai Shi twisted the accelerator.
In an instant, the speed soared.
The heavy and huge motorcycle was unbelievably agile in an instant. It dodged left and right, nimbly avoiding the spray of the shotgun. In an instant, it was close at hand.
He looked down.
The red helmet reflected the light of the dashboard, like the twisted face of an evil spirit, which seemed to be mocking and grinning.
From the speeding motorcycle, the evil spirit raised his elbow and smashed it at the stunned face. Then, there was the crisp sound of a watermelon being smashed.
The entire interior of the car was dyed a gloomy color under the scarlet splashes.
As for the shotgun that had left his hand, it rolled in the air outside the window and fell into the hand that had been raised. He clenched it tightly.
The motorcycle galloped and sped up!
Boom!
Just in front of the mountain ridge, there was a loud roar. Suddenly, the collapsed mountain rocks rolled down and flattened the leading car, blocking the traffic.
Then, from the bushes on both sides, the members of the Huai Paper Group, who had been waiting for a long time, walked out under the leadership of Ueno. They held the long and short guns that Yingzhou did not want civilians to play with and pulled the trigger at the convoy.
The exchange of fire began!
The scouting car in front was smashed by a huge rock, and the speed of the entire convoy suddenly slowed down. However, the motorcycle riders did not slow down at all and moved forward at lightning speed.
They nimbly dodged the weapons behind the windows and adjusted their direction and speed leisurely. They adjusted the accelerator, tilted the car, and nimbly shuttled between the convoy.
The shotgun in their hands was held upside down. Like a baseball bat, they swung it at the heads of everyone who dared to show their heads.
In the limousine in the middle, Ryoma Sanbou, who was immersed in a trance of forbidden drugs, struggled to prop up his body. His neck twitched as he looked around in a daze.
The heavenly music and divine language that lingered in his ears were rapidly fading away. There were constant noises and loud noises squeezing in, causing him to scream irritably. He had yet to react to what was happening.
He only heard the roar of the engine gradually approaching, echoing in the surroundings as if it was everywhere.
In the illusion, there was a raging fire. Just outside the car, the entire world seemed to have turned into a gloomy hell. The burning rider rode a steel-like skeletal horse and galloped over with a sharp cry.
Trampling on flesh and bones, he strolled in the dead wilderness.
However, that illusion quickly dissipated under the stimulation of fear. He finally woke up and heard the low roar that lingered outside the car window.
It came from the accelerator. Twist twice, loosen it, twist it twice, loosen it again.
The low roar of the engine also became like a strange rhythm.
Thump thump thump, thump thump thump, thump thump thump!
"What … is that …"
He straightened his neck with difficulty. He did not have time to wipe off the saliva at the corner of his mouth. He stuck his head out to look and saw the insolent figure through the flames outside the window.
Thump thump thump, thump thump thump, thump thump thump!
The low roar was like a hammer hitting his skull, trying to engrave that crazy rhythm into his mind.
The burning rider excitedly raised his shotgun and held it upside down, singing happily to the red-stained stock.
"Buddy, you're just a kid who only knows how to shout loudly. You play on the streets, hoping to become a big shot one day —"
Boom!
Amidst the loud noise, the motorcycle suddenly drifted. The heavy rear of the motorcycle smashed deeply into a door that had just been opened, smashing the person behind it into pieces.
The rider raised his head and raised the weapon that looked like a microphone. He lamented regretfully, "You're covered in dust and dirt. You're in such a sorry state. You're kicking iron cans everywhere!"
At that moment, he raised his head. Behind the red mask, a pair of cold eyes looked over. Through the car window, he pointed at his face.
"— Singing!"
Sing, sing loudly!
Therefore, amidst the loud noise, the ethereal heavenly music in his ears was drowned out by the auditory hallucination that sounded like the roar of thousands of people. In the hallucination of the forbidden drug, there were only countless evil spirits crawling out of hell, crouching in his ears and roaring hoarsely.
"— Wewill, wewill, rock you!!!"
The stereo on the motorcycle let out a deafening sound of a guitar. The horrifying and rebellious melody spread in his brain. Ryoma Mitsufune's pupils contracted and he couldn't breathe.
The car window shattered in an instant.
The guard in the car flew out. In mid-air, his body rapidly expanded. After breaking his suit, he spread out four ferocious wings. His deformed face quickly turned into a woman's resentful and gloomy face.
Rolling darkness spread out, and four wings with sharp edges spun in the wind. As he pounced, they formed a huge wheel of blades, sweeping towards the attacker.
Flyingfate Demon!
On the top of the mountain in the distance, Lawrence, who was smoking, raised his hand and was about to make a move. But before he could help, he saw Huai Shi's body suddenly leap from the motorcycle. He dodged the knife wheel's slash by a hair's breadth.
But under the burning body of the motorcycle, a bent and ferocious figure suddenly flew up. The body jumped nimbly in the air and pounced on Huai Shi in mid-air.
Bang!
In mid-air, Huai Shi, who was falling to the ground, raised his head. The mask reflected the ferocious face of the Ascendant. Then, the other party also saw the mocking smile under the mask.
In his hand, the shotgun was suddenly raised and aimed at the ferocious face.
The trigger was pulled. Iron rain burst out. Flames flashed and both parties flew backward at the same time.
Huai Shi landed on the ground and rolled nimbly. When he got up again, he saw the motorcycle torn to pieces by the knife wheel and the broken sound system. He suddenly felt helpless.
In the past, he would've used the Axe of Wrath to chop off the wings and used the Spear of Compassion to take the other party's head. Without even landing, he would've used the Sword of Virtue to behead the Ascendant.
But because his martial arts were too representative, he couldn't use them at all.
He looked at the Ascendant, who was screaming in pain in the distance, crawling up from the ground.
He sighed and shook his head. "Have you heard of sumo wrestling?"
He raised his hand and assumed a professional posture. He curled his finger at the Flyingfate Demon in front of him. As his body faintly swelled, blazing blood surged.
The combination of the Drummer and Yu's Steps.
The wrestling was about to begin!
Zhui, who had been ignored, roared angrily and rushed over from the side. He saw Huai Shi casually raise her shotgun and pull the trigger again.
In the rain of iron, Ascendant flew backward again, letting out a furious roar.
You don't know, stinky brother!
Huai Shi sneered. How could sumo wrestling be so inconvenient!
This was —
— Shotgun Pusher!
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