Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 46 The Voice of Hope
Xin's eyes were sharp, he pointed to Tang Yan and said, "I want what he wears, I really want..."

Ren looked at the mechanical exoskeleton scattered on the ground and said, "You said the same thing when you saw it in Gem City."

"Is there? Why don't I remember."

Ren didn't continue this topic, and suddenly retreated into the darkness behind him.

"The mission is blocked, and the stay is useless."

Her voice went away with her people and disappeared under the heavy night.

Xin turned his head and glanced at the peaceful man and beast facing him, with a sad expression on his face.

"The mission failed again. Why is my life so miserable? Is a painter destined to die before he can reach the peak of his career? I should really listen to my mother and work hard to become a writer."

He said such words inexplicably, and looked at the world outside the wall in the astonished eyes of Tang Yan and the Prophet. His face changed slightly, he turned around very simply, and ran in the direction where Ren retreated, dancing in an extremely uncomfortable manner. elegant.

"The living corpse is coming, everyone run."

Hu Laosi and the people from the Black Saints who were trotting up all the way looked stunned. They didn't know what the crazy guy with the bloodstained mouth was doing.

Ren and Xin left the battlefield, Tang Yan turned off his jetpack and stopped in front of the modified pickup truck.

The dog meat in the form of a springtail lowered its head and lay beside him, its fangs and sharp teeth stained red with blood.

"You are well, Your Majesty the Prophet."

The leader of the black saints, who was attracted by benevolence and faith, turned his head and his eyes fell on the man in black armor opposite him. It was a little strange that the other party would say this, and it sounded like he knew him.

When Hu Laosi heard that voice, his face flickered for a while, his eyes froze, he pointed at Tang Yan and stammered, "Ah, ah, ah...you, you are that guy named Li Xiang."

As soon as the word "Li Xiang" came out, everyone stared dumbfounded at the person in black armor in front of him.

As long as they are members of the Black Saints, everyone knows this name.

It was this boy who kidnapped the prophets and tricked them.Without him, Gem City, the Black Hand Mercenary Group, and the Pandaren Legion wouldn't have taken advantage of the situation and caught them off guard.

Even if they were defeated under normal circumstances, they would never be as embarrassed as before.

"So you are from the Pandaren Legion!"

Tang Yan was not interested in explaining his twists and turns to them, and the dog meat suddenly moved, grinning at Dongfang with a vigilant expression on his face.

da da da da...

Intense gunfire came from the wall, but it was not the central area where the Razor Demon soldiers and Zeng Hua and others were fighting, but the direction of the gate of the steel rolling mill.

Isn't that place controlled by the Razor Man Demon?

Yang Zhi handed over the task of breaking into the office building into the hands of the Black Saints - both the prophet and the people below were very satisfied with this arrangement.

At this time, an anxious voice came from the car radio placed in the cab of the modified pickup truck.

"The night owl calls for the voice of hope, and the night owl calls for the voice of hope. The living corpses are coming, and the razor demons are already retreating. Repeat, the living corpses are coming, and the razor demons are already retreating."

The night owl is a team arranged by the Prophet to let the wind outside.As for the voice of hope...it naturally refers to this modified pickup truck with a loudspeaker on it.

The living corpse is coming?At this moment?

The shock brought by Tang Yan's self-identification has not dissipated, and the news of the arrival of the living corpse gave them another blow.

The last time when Gem City, the Black Hand Mercenary Corps, and the Pandaren Legion invaded the Black Saints base, a large number of living corpses suddenly appeared, catching both attackers and defenders by surprise, and the battle ended hastily.

Now it was replaced by the Razor Man and the Black Saints attacking the base of the Pandaren Legion, and at the critical moment, those things stepped in again.

The people of the Black Saints were lucky to have them cause trouble before, but it was different today.

The office building is right ahead, and Zang Feng and the lame and blind girl might be watching them from behind the window!

"Get out, get out."

"The prophet said, leave the green hills and you won't have to worry about running out of firewood."

The person at the front suddenly pulled the trigger and fired a volley of bullets at Tang Yan.

Hu Laosi did not join the attack queue, opened the door and sat in the driver's cab, killed the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and the pickup truck turned with a bang on the ground, picked up the prophet and drove to the door.

For the black saints, the most inseparable wealth is not weapons, food, or their own life, but the life of the Prophet—the torch of hope of Chinese civilization.

hiss……

Gorou jumped in front of Tang Yan from a place on the left, blocking the bullets fired by the Black Saints.

In the next breath, as a burst of flames rose into the air, the miniature submachine gun spit out continuous flames, and the remaining black saint soldiers fell down like cutting wheat.

After killing these people, the jet pack was fully fired, and he turned into a dazzling red under the night, quickly approaching the modified pickup truck.

Dog Meat swarmed all four hooves and followed closely behind him. Every time the soles of his feet slapped the ground, the swelling smoke and dust would be stirred up, leaving behind the sound of trampling footsteps.

The magazine of the mini submachine gun was exhausted, and Tang Yan replaced it with P-45 and P-38, flying close to the passenger side of the modified pickup truck. Every time he fired, a Black Saint member fell to the ground.

The prophet can see Tang Yan's figure from the rearview mirror.

When approaching the gate, he saw Tang Yan making a gesture.

After hesitating for a while, the prophet lowered the passenger window.

"Are you interested in working for me?"

When that voice fell into his ears, Hu Laosi wanted to strangle that mean-mouthed guy to death.

Not to mention the fact that he pretended to be a Black Saint and hijacked the Prophet, but he killed the members of the Black Saint at the pandaren base, and now he still makes the Prophet work for him, what a joke!
"Think about it carefully."

The flaming man in the rearview mirror suddenly disappeared, and the ferocious beast running after the modified pickup truck on the left also disappeared.

Hu Laosi turned his head and took a look, and found that the man and his "pet" who were originally flying with the car changed direction and rushed towards the razor demon soldiers coming down from the wall.

"Hey, he didn't catch up."

Hu Laosi squinted at the prophet, and found that the adult actually smiled.

It's not an angry smile, it's the kind of smile that finds a target of interest.

The front wheels of the modified pickup truck ran over the collapsed iron gate and drove out of the rolling mill amid a turbulence.

The dog meat rushed into the fleeing crowd, followed by a bloodbath.

Tang Yan did not pursue the soldiers of the Razor Man Demon. He cleared away those who were in the way and climbed up to a sentry tower on the inside of the wall to look out at the mountains.

The vehicles attacking the pandaren base are retreating.

Chang Wu, who had broken one leg, tied himself to the cargo compartment of a modified pickup truck. He held an M60 general-purpose machine gun and parked it on the curve in front of the factory gate. He fired rows of light rain into the mountains opposite to cover the passage of the convoy behind him.

Tang Yan looked at the messily painted "Hope Star" and looked at the parking lot behind the office building.

The military SUV was parked there.

The corners of his mouth curved into a smooth arc.

(End of this chapter)