The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 183 Freedom
breathe.

The panting sound was muffled by the isolation mask, and Hawkeye adjusted the position of the flashlight hanging on his shoulder a little so that the steps ahead could be seen more clearly.

The blue-black completely covered the stairs, and moss-like strains wrapped the glass windows, like a layer of curtains that hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

The soles of the feet wrapped in the high-strength fiber layer armor stepped on the creep, and there was a soft touch under the feet, and there was a "creaking" sound from time to time, as if stepping on a sponge soaked in ice water.

"The liquid seeping from the creeper should be the culture fluid used to cultivate various pathogens."

Li Ang's calm voice came through the communication headset, "Be careful not to step on it too hard. The strength of your inner-lined isolation suit is not as exaggerated as imagined. If you accidentally get it on your skin, the end will be very, very ugly."

Captain America nodded, and the beam of the flashlight swept across the scattered dust in the air, "Understood."

A group of people continued to climb up the stairs, climbing in the dark and gloomy stairs.

Thousands of steps are not difficult for these extraordinary people. Iron Man even has the strength to lift the collar of Professor Bruce Banner, who has the weakest physique, and leads him to fly slowly at low altitude.

They passed by the Filipino Journalists on the 24th floor, the World Cultural Heritage Foundation on the 34th floor, Human Rights Watch on the 43th floor, the Boy Scouts of America and the Greater New York Council on the 1860rd floor, stepped on [-] steps, and arrived at the The top deck.

Here is the place where the strain tree grows, the terminus of this trip.

"I never imagined seeing the Empire State Building through someone else's eyes."

With the aid of the images transmitted back from the Avengers, Li Ang smiled casually as he admired the sparsely lit night view of New York City.

The whole city was hidden in the night, dense helicopters were constantly flying to and from various urban areas, and soldiers wearing full armor sat on armored vehicles to patrol the streets, struggling to maintain order.

Some of the more wild young people in Queens (mostly dark-skinned), wearing brand-name sneakers, wearing a newly-robbed gold necklace around their necks, wandering in the streets in an unowned luxury car, holding a golden pistol to the sky The sound of gunfire was drowned out by black rap music from the loudspeakers.

A group of otaku wearing hoodies, roaring and screaming, walked onto the street with steel pipes, smashed windows, and snatched expensive electronic products from inside.

PS4s, Nintendo Switches, SLR cameras, tablet computers, and LCD screens were piled up in Xiaogang’s cart in the supermarket.

These obese or skinny nerds don't have the guts to do too much violence, and grabbing a little gadget in this chaotic environment is already the greatest feat.

Fortunately, they are not currently the main group that the federal officials want to target.

In follow-up experiments, plague spores proved unable to survive in seawater, and their transmission in the air also had great limitations.

This means that as long as the cross-sea bridges in various urban areas of New York are controlled and the infected New Yorkers are prevented from leaving the country, there is a high probability that the plague will be sealed off on the isolated island and hug other people who have not been infected.

This is a necessary sacrifice.

Countless armed helicopters hovered over New York, their black gun barrels looking down.

"We, we have been abandoned!"

A brazilian man with a frenzied face was running on the street, shouting, "The federation has blocked all network communications, they want to throw us here to die!"

This Brazilian man has extremely dazzling bronze skin, a red turban on his head, his muscular and muscular upper body is exposed in the wind, and the Stars and Stripes pants on his waist look extremely dazzling.

The man did not say his name, but stood in the middle of the road and shouted loudly.

Many people poked their heads out of the apartment, and some showed hesitation.

"What are you waiting for? Don't you fucking play "Resident Evil"? The federal government there did not hesitate to nuke Raccoon City!"

The Brazilian man roared hoarsely: "If you still want to live, come with me and hit the bridge!"

Him, step forward.

The star-spangled pants are fluttering in the wind, and the mottled stars are inlaid on them, symbolizing the great spirit of America——

free!

Soon, behind this bronze-skinned man, a large group of dark-skinned people had gathered and rushed towards the bridge.

Suddenly, the searchlights of the helicopter descending from the sky enveloped him, and the barrel of the pitch-black rotary machine gun quietly spun.

"Back, back!"

The American soldiers on the helicopter roared: "Keep calm, the Federation has not abandoned you, and rescue will arrive soon."

"fraud!"

The man who is the temporary leader holds a wine bottle in his hand, and the mouth of the wine bottle is stuffed with a thin strip of cloth.

He stood in front of the bridge provocatively, pointed his middle finger at the center of the bridge, and the New York policemen holding up the explosion-proof shields slowly took out their lighters.

At this moment, he symbolizes freedom.

The rotary machine gun turned slowly, and the flames shot out. The ferocious bullet chain licked off the man's calf, and with the slight tremor of the machine gun operator's palm, the bullet chain kept going upwards.

Suddenly, the soldier manipulating the machine gun suddenly found that he couldn't move his fingers, as if he had lost consciousness, and watched him take his palm away.

Even so, the Brazilian man on the ground had already fallen to the ground, his thigh was broken at the root, and the minced meat splashed all over the ground, staining the star-spangled banner pants red.

His screams were drowned out by the screams of the people behind him, and the panic-controlled citizens fled in all directions, and they were about to trample on each other into a catastrophe.

The crowd suddenly froze.

Everyone froze in place, and time seemed to freeze at this second.

The bald old man, or Professor Charles, the coordinating director of Academy City, arrived late on a falcon fighter.

He pressed his palms to his head, unleashing his mind-manipulating abilities, preventing further deterioration of the form.

The Falcon fighter plane docked on the side of the bridge, and a group of mutants wearing black uniforms and gas masks walked out of the fighter plane, including but not limited to Wolverine, Cyclops, Beast Hank, Jean Gray and others,

In addition, there are some youths with slightly immature faces among these people, who are obviously students of Academy City.

Nick Fury raised his eyebrows, turned his head and said to the Chinese youth on the side: "Mr. Li Ang, what's going on?"

"Uh, you ask me?"

Li Ang spread his hands and said with a smile, "I'm just an insignificant member of the Academy City Coordinating Council, and I'm not familiar with Professor Charles. I don't know what he's going to do."

Director Fury snorted coldly and didn't say anything more. After all, the current situation is very bad, and it would be better to win as much power as possible.

Professor Charles, who was still sitting in a wheelchair, nodded to Jean Gray. The latter took out a syringe from the medicine box and injected the liquid in the syringe into the paralyzed Brazilian man on the ground.

Visible to the naked eye, the section of his thigh healed quickly, covered with a layer of blood scabs, but if he wanted to regain his legs, he probably had little hope—the price of artificial organ transplants from the meme company was really high.

And Professor Charles had no time to care about this ordinary person. He took a deep breath and stared in the direction of the Empire State Building.

In this war, mutants should also play.

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