Snake Seven originally wanted to find the sealed door of the carriage to borrow strength and react. However, the steel door controlled by the electronic lock opened noiselessly. It didn't give him any chance at all. There was nothing behind him, and the power that penetrated his abdomen pressed him down until he hit the ground.
The exoskeleton armor collided with the ground, producing sparks. Snake Seven could only protect Wall Five with all his strength as the high-speed transport vehicle rapidly pulled apart the distance.
Snake Seven stared at the taillights of the distant transport vehicle. His eyes were blood red as he lifted his left forearm. In the next moment, a miniature EMP electromagnetic grenade shot out. It drew a precise parabola in the air and fell in front of the transport vehicle.
There was a muffled explosion, and the gamma ray flow penetrated the weakest part of the transport vehicle's armor under Snake Seven's precise control. It burned down practically all of the electronic equipment in an instant.
The car suddenly lost control and was about to flip over. Fortunately, the five-ton body of the car resisted the inertia and slid for dozens of meters before stopping.
And in the process of sliding, Fist Two's figure had already flown out of the carriage. With the ingenious control of the jet, he finally stood on the roof of the carriage that had stopped.
Snake Seven wasn't the least bit happy when he saw that familiar figure. On the contrary, a deep chill seeped from the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, Fist Two's face had already completely turned into the color of a deathly grey; there was no sign of life at all. Instead, the "metal wheat seed" in front of him, supported by countless thin threads, ignited with a blood-colored flame. It continuously approached Fist Two's face until it was stuffed into his empty eye sockets, reflecting a demonic and distorted red light.
"I'll fuck your eight generations of ancestors!" Snake Seven cursed loudly from a distance of several dozen meters.
The young man wanted to rush forward, but Wall Five's breathing was getting weaker and weaker. His eyes were bleeding profusely, and he had just raised his strength in an instant, and now he was being severely disrupted. His already weak internal organs were shaken, and he could not stop coughing blood.
Snake Seven gave Wall Five the life-prolonging medicine that his own armor had concocted. He roared into the communications channel, "Brain One, where are you? Where are you?"
Brain One responded in a bone-chilling voice, "Sword3 will be in position in 7 seconds; Car 1 will arrive in 15 seconds. Snake Seven is on standby. "
"To hell with standby …"
"Cough."
A cough suddenly sounded in the communication channel, causing the entire channel to fall silent. That belonged to the fist.
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The 2 band had already changed its sound.
"What an unexpected surprise … … There's actually proton. Quantum Corporation's new 'Walker' is already using proton as a backup energy source? The purity is close to 40 percent. That's good, very good. "
"F * ck your mother!" Snake Seven opened his mouth and spat back.
Brain One was just about to add a temporary encrypted network to get out of the way when the voice called out, "Mr. Yan, I know you're here."
After a second of silence, Yan Yongbo's suppressed voice cut in, "Jack, what the f * ck are you trying to do?!"
"I'll demonstrate to you the mysteries of the Dynamo Core configuration!"
As he spoke, dark red flames sprayed out from Fist Two's eye sockets, nostrils, and mouth. They quickly connected and spread throughout his entire body.
"I'm also very sorry that this happened. I should have used a more peaceful method, but there's no other way. I'm just too hungry. Do you remember? You used my previous body as bait for that brilliant particle cannon. It wasn't a big deal, but it cut off my energy supply. I had to look for it somewhere else.
"Otherwise, the new life that I obtained with great difficulty will die prematurely. I don't want that, and you probably don't want that either. Otherwise, who's going to reveal the Dynamo Core to you … Oh, fuck off! "
A dark and heavy blade light suddenly cut in. It was Sword3, who was the most proficient in assassination and concealment in the squad. He borrowed the shadows of the dark night to leap onto the roof of the transport vehicle and attack from the rear.
The specially configured exoskeleton armor was practically silent. It only activated at full power when the blade light shone on the body. The auxiliary ejector burst forth with a jet stream, causing the speed of the blade to break through the sound barrier in an instant. It was already within reach of Fist Two's neck.
"Idiot!"
The nozzle of the auxiliary ejector fell down in an instant. The buffering equipment within the armor also strangely loosened. The power of distortion acted on the arm within the armor.
Sword3's arm bones broke into seventeen or eighteen pieces in an instant. The thunderous strike had deviated to some unknown place. Then there was a kick to his lower abdomen. He was sent flying back from where he came from.
And right in front of him, Snake Seven had already taken advantage of the gap in Sword3's surprise attack to launch an all-out assault. He charged a distance of several dozen meters in the span of a single breath. The Format of Fire burned at full power, but a secret door opened on the chest armor and light condensed.
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"There's also a particle cannon … … miniature?"
Fist Two's blazing eye sockets swiveled over. His ashen face that had already lost the vitality of his muscles revealed a twisted and terrifying smile. This smile belonged to Jack.
"Don't make a fool of yourself with such a retarded structure."
It was at this moment that Snake Seven shockingly discovered that the exoskeleton armor that had fused with him had suddenly become heavy. All of its power disappeared, all of its signals were blocked, and even the circuits of the Dynamo Core that realized the format connection had been severed one by one.
He was no longer a Deep Blue Walker right now. Instead, he was an unlucky bastard who was carrying over two hundred kilograms of weight on his back. He had fallen helplessly in front of his target due to castration exhaustion.
Snake Seven's lower abdomen was kicked in nearly the same position. He flew back a dozen meters and crashed to the ground with a boom.
He struggled to climb up, but he saw that the transport vehicle in front of him, which had all of its electronic equipment destroyed by his EMP grenade, actually had its four wheels begin to rotate. It propelled the vehicle to start, change directions, and then accelerate. It continued to travel along the road. In just a moment of stupefaction, the distance had been pulled apart.
Jack's voice continued to ring out in the communications channel: "Mr. Yan, as you can see, the Dynamo Core exists to help people control machinery ever since it was produced. In the hands of a true powerhouse, even a pile of scrap metal can become a terrifying weapon platform.
"Of course, the most important thing to me is that the configuration of the Dynamo Core imitates the format of life. Life enters a different form if one is able to control this configuration and obtain enough energy. In a certain sense, it is close to eternal life.
"Our agreement is still in effect. However, in view of your disappointing behavior, I will propose punitive conditions. I hope that you have a certain amount of mental preparation."
The dark red trajectory cut in from the side just as his voice fell, piercing through Fist Two's blazing head. The powerful kinetic energy of the electromagnetic sniper rifle's bullet blew the entire head into smithereens. Blood plasma, brain tissue, and bone fragments splattered in all directions.
Snake Seven smashed the ground heavily in the back and roared loudly.
However, Jack's calm voice still rang out. It was as cold as a demon's:
"Punitive conditions multiplied by two."
The burning metallic wheat seed seemed to float in the air above the empty exoskeleton armor. It was like the ominous eyes of a demon, casting an ice-cold, mocking light at everyone.
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