Bionic Era

The silence of the night is gone.

There are more voices.

Rain, gunshots, cracks.

Slap!

A headless corpse fell into a puddle on the ground, splashing blood-red water.

The owner of a second-floor building died.

There is an extra piece of no man's land.

Exploding bones and blood sprayed the vehicle behind him.

The driver was shocked and terrified.

A person who conquered an area with his strength, just like that, his head exploded, and he fell in front of his eyes.

Drip-drip-

Horn sound.

Crazy honking.

Harsh enough to break through the siege of the rain.

After all, the driver is also a person who has had human life on his hands and grew up in a cruel place like the mixed zone.

He knew there was a hunter in the dark.

very powerful.

Can't sit still!

Otherwise, the rainwater will be completely stained red with blood!

He reacted quickly and yelled vigorously, trying his best to transmit his voice to the public channel.

Our boss was killed with a sniper rifle!

sniper rifle.

A thermal weapon that is not very common in the mixed zone.

The last time Lu Wen hit the scene, most of the people aiming at him from behind were pistols and rifles.

Even if there is such a weapon, it is difficult to find suitable users in a place like the mixed zone.

The driver's voice came from the public channel.

To match the constant sound of horns outside.

Everyone came back together.

It turned out that the strange sound that came from the public channel just now was the sound of the head exploding.

drive!

Where's the golden bear?

Leave him alone!

rainstorm.

night.

noisy.

Many of you here were born in the mixed zone.

They know that there is nothing more uncomfortable than the current situation.

There are no so-called bulletproof cars in the mixed area, and getting a car in good condition is enough to give the appearance of the second floor.

Ivan's car is probably bulletproof.

But it may not be able to defend against the sniper rifle in the dark in the distance.

Why is it raining so much, Gan, is the rain system broken, and those pure humans in the upper world don't maintain it regularly?

The owner of a certain second floor was cursing.

On the windshield, the rain was like an unbroken stream.

The wipers have been turned to maximum gear, but to no avail.

The streets here are barely wide.

Can accommodate two cars in parallel.

Ivan's car is on the other side.

His face was gloomy, and there was a slight sound of some kind of metal parts all over his body.

The whole person revealed a dangerous atmosphere, like a lion on the verge of rage.

He suddenly said, Everyone stop.

So all the cars stopped.

The torrential rain poured on the roof of the car, and the sound of the rain overwhelmed the sound of the whole world.

The terrain in the mixed area is flat. It's surrounded by one floor. There's no field of vision. The only place suitable for sniping. Within a kilometer radius, there are only three big trees. If the machine is not stupid, it won't stay there after shooting .”

His voice is calm and penetrating.

What are you afraid of?

It was raining loudly.

But on the public channel, Ivan's voice was louder.

This is the boldness that belongs to the three floors.

Fear of death is a characteristic of flesh and blood creatures.

Of course, machines with emotions are also afraid.

All the owners of the second floor were silent.

At this time, they could not refute, nor did they dare to refute.

‘What if that machine is really so stupid and insists on staying on a certain tree to deal with the people here one by one? '

I can only think about this in my heart.

There are so many people at the scene.

The owners of the second and third floors, together with their thugs here, crowded several streets.

If you really want to kill them all, how many bullets do you have to carry?

Call some people, go to those three locations, occupy a wide field of vision, and find that machine!

Ivan was not in a hurry, sitting in the car and giving orders.

So the owners on the second floor ordered their subordinates to bring their equipment to take a look.

They can sit in the car and quietly wait for the results.

Just suffer at the end.

Many thugs in the back followed on battered battery cars.

The convoy stopped.

They didn't dare to go to other places, so they had no choice but to get wet in the rain.

The streets in the mixed area are all crooked and narrow, and both sides are occupied by small vendors, and there is a battery car that can be used freely.

There are a few lucky guys tonight, it was their turn to follow the owners of the two-story and three-story buildings, but before they left, they found that the battery of their car was missing, so they can stay at home at this time .

I have no one here.

Me too.

There's no one on this tree.

Three messages came separately.

The hunter disappeared.

Hidden in this rainy night with heavy rain.

His mechanically precise eyes may be slowly inspecting everyone's head somewhere in the dark.

This confirms what Ivan said.

But it is not a good sign.

Can't find that machine, none of them want to sleep tonight.

All the masters of the second floor building here can't imagine the kind of days when they need to worry about their brains blooming anytime, anywhere.

Ivan clenched his fists, his eyes were gloomy, and he said in a deep voice, We were all put together by the golden bear.

how come?

The giant Buzz was taken aback and asked such a question.

He sat in the special cart, curled up slightly, covering his head, worried that the next bullet would hit his head.

Golden Bear, say something...

Golden bear?

...

Many people's hearts sank.

no reply.

Golden Bear is dead?

No second shot was heard, and even though it was raining heavily outside and the sniper had a silencer, there shouldn't be any sound of killing.

At least, if the golden bear's head exploded, the sound should come from the public channel.

So it is unlikely that he will die.

But he really dared to deceive Ivan on the third floor?

Compared with this, everyone is more willing to believe that he is dead.

The second floor deceives the third floor, which is really rare in the mixed area, and it will not happen once in a few years.

Many people present knew the character of that old man, Jin Xiong. He was cunning and cunning, and a little smart. He was very courageous when he was young. He had challenged the second floor several times. He was on the verge of death many times.

He had failed too many times, and he was becoming more and more timid and cautious, especially now that he was old.

Such a person, dare to deceive Ivan?

Go to the second floor of Jinxiong! Ivan's voice was a little strange, as if he was suppressing his anger.

Naturally, the second-floor present here would not dare to say 'no' at such a time.

So the convoy set off.

This is the site of the golden bear.

The commercial area where the second floor is located is not far away, only more than ten kilometers away.

The heavy rain did not dampen the passion of the business district at night.

The area is still permeated with alcohol and perfume.

Under the reflection of the raindrops, the pink light looks more psychedelic, exuding a silent temptation.

Ivan's convoy was parked outside.

The rain wets the streets.

It reflects the bustling feasting here.

The colorful light strips are inlaid under the rusty eaves, flickering and blurred.

It's been checked, only some thugs who don't know anything are still there.

Some of Jin Xiong's close subordinates are gone.

There is no danger on the second floor...

...

Messages came one by one.

Now everyone can be sure.

That old guy, Jin Xiong, was real, and he suddenly became bold enough to put all his wealth on a robot he had only known for a few days.

What is he doing?

Want to sit on the third floor?

But does he have that connection?

If there are no contacts, where does Jinxiong go to buy goods, and how can he maintain his rule?

Nothing makes sense.

The people on the nearby streets haven't noticed anything wrong yet, they are still getting drunk in the heavy rain, shouting under the swaying neon lights.

boom--!

The sudden sound pierced the rainy night.

A bullet hit the tire of the car Ivan was riding in.

The tire blew out.

A group of idiots, the inspections are not in place!

Ivan cursed in a low voice, with a gloomy expression on his face, he directly opened the car door.

Boss, be careful!

Seeing this, the thugs who were still drenched in the rain hurried forward.

Some held umbrellas for Ivan.

Some surrounded Ivan's surroundings, using his body to form a shield to block bullets.

The other second-floor owners were all in the car, and their faces jumped when they saw it.

They don't have the guts of Ivan.

Going out now, facing that machine that doesn't know where it is, is it not courting death?

Many people felt that Ivan's head might explode just like the reformed man just now.

At this time, Ivan was walking on the street, cursing with an ugly face: In the streets around here, only the second-floor building in front is suitable for snipers to shoot. I asked you to check it, but no one found him!

I saw his big hand pointing.

Under the night sky, in the rainstorm, above the second floor.

roof.

Those places where the pink lights can't shine.

Lu Wen was holding a sniper rifle, standing tall, with a slender figure and an indifferent face.

Rain dripped down his cheeks.

He looked down indifferently, like a cold god of death, showing no emotion, even though the sniper rifle was put away, it still seemed like he would fire the next shot at any time, taking the life of anyone below.

Ivan stood under the umbrella, and the cold rain slid over the black umbrella, pattering.

The two just looked at each other.

I don't think you intend to kill me, because that old fellow Golden Bear has a condition with you. He wants to share my resources, but he needs my connections.

Ivan's voice was cold, echoing in the gradually calming streets.

The nightclubs and karaoke halls on both sides of the street became a little quieter.

Those on the inside have noticed what's on the outside.

Doors kept closing and shutters pulled down.

They are showing with actions that they will not participate in anything that happens on the street and do not want to be involved.

Those second-floor owners sitting in the car also realized something.

It turned out that Ivan knew that he would not be shot in the head, so he dared to open the car door and go out.

The old guy told me before that he has no relationship with you as a subordinate, but just cooperates. Now it seems that he even lied to me.

Ivan looked up at Lu Wen, with a dangerous gleam in those small eyes.

Lu Wen responded lightly: Remember, you want my body first.

That's right!

So now you want to talk?

No!

Ivan coldly denied it.

I just came out to tell you that I, Ivan, never accept threats!

After all, he stamped his foot on the ground.

The whole person suddenly jumped up and broke through the umbrella above his head.

He shattered the endless rain curtain, his whole body was shaking, and his suit burst, revealing countless metal parts that were spinning crazily inside.

Ivan has gathered the most cutting-edge modification technology in the mixed zone.

His whole body was like a huge cannonball, attacking Lu Wen on the second floor from the street.

Lu Wen sighed lightly.

Sure enough, he is a flexible fat man.

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Good night, fellow readers!