Night Hacker Chapter 154: The death of Helan
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"Attacked, attacked, the highest alert! We need patrol support here, we need a mobile task force, the wilderness is crazy!"
"This batch of goods is of high value and cannot be lost. Fire!"
Before the freight train derailed, there were already many responses in the cockpit of the locomotive and the several passenger compartments behind the locomotive. The driver team leader Marshall pressed the alarm system, and the guards on the train operated the on-board guns to fire first.
Through the window of the car, they saw countless convoys coming on the wilderness plain, like torrents and huge waves.
The violent gunfire beat the garbage painted monsters who rushed to the front into rotten flesh, overturned the garbage chariots and exploded them, and the smell of blood, gunpowder and fuel enveloped the wasteland.
But everyone on the train still saw those dilapidated chariots flooding up like strange things.
Boom, boom!
The garbage chariot hit the locomotive directly, the windows were broken, the cabin was twisted, some chariots penetrated in, the painted lunatics in the car were screaming and howling, some were killed, some ran away Into the train compartment.
The attack on the locomotive caused the entire train to shake, rushing off the track, making a screeching sound of derailment.
All the drivers in the driver's group were busy slowing down and controlling, but the wheels of the train were still knocked off the rails and could not be pulled at all.
"Laughing to death, laughing to death..." He Lan was inside the locomotive, and the automatic rifle in his hand splashed bullets and sparks, blasting the heads of several garbage people rushing up, one by one.
Judy Dickinson, I didn't expect that I was transferred to the cargo area to be a big cargo guy, and I could also encounter this kind of war.
Look, look at how many garbage people, how many wild cars and wild dogs there are in the wilderness outside, all of them are here!
"Bank mother, you greedy ghost, I have contributed to you again!"
Boom, boom, boom—
He Lan is a junior programmer of the third-level fighter system. Although his nerve damage caused him to switch from six-speed gear to third-speed gear, he can only use J-level and Q-level programs, and his physical strength and agility have dropped greatly. But the marksmanship is still there.
He now has four hands, two prosthetic hands and two prosthetic hands.
At the shocking moment when the train derailed, the prosthetic hand exploded into blood threads and grabbed the roof of the cabin to stabilize the body.
At the same time, Dairen, Leslie and others who were also supernatural beings in the car's **** group were also fighting back.
He Lancai was transferred to be the driver supervisor only a few days ago, and he is not the leader of the security team.
This freight train is sent from Angel City to Liuguang City. Because the cargo is a bit special, it stopped at the west station in the west of Liuguang City last night.
These wild dogs just happened to run into each other? impossible.
It should be that the wilderness got the information, knowing that this batch of goods was inspected at the West Station last night, and judged that it was worth a lot, so he came to **** it... It is not ruled out that there is information that the freight guy betrayed...
The bang and bang interrupted He Lan's fleeting thoughts.
The train was thrown out unstoppably, the locomotive rolled and fell to the ground, and the ordinary people on board were directly hit and killed.
Even if it was He Lan, the prosthetic body inside the casing almost broke when he put his left foot on it. His fragile nerves are no longer enough to support him to use 100% of the machine shell, most of which can only be left in the flesh.
He Lan clenched his teeth, struggling from the dizziness caused by the impact, unable to control Daelon, Marshall and the others, he decisively jumped out from a piece of broken car window.
Can't stay on the locomotive, those savages will definitely blow up the locomotive...
As soon as I jumped out of the carriage and stood on the top, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the hustle and bustle of the wasteland traffic rushed towards my face.
Even though He Lan had served the bank's mother in the Wilderness Mobile Task Force for many years, he couldn't help being a little startled. play tricks.
The destruction of the Forest Patrol Group and the Ronin Association detonated the wilderness.
As far as the eye can see, the entire wilderness is covered with traffic, and the flags of the Ranger and Ronin Association are flying like ghosts.
Many freight train containers were scattered on the wasteland beside the railway. Some strangely shaped cranes and giant trucks drove towards those containers under the protection of the chariot, ready to **** them away.
These savages obviously planned it long ago. They will explode when they rush up, grab them if they explode, and run away if they grab them.
They were jubilant, roaring, and shouting, and more and more of the trash folks were jumping onto the cars of the derailed train.
He Lan suddenly noticed something, and flew towards the other side, using the locomotive as cover.
A group of bikini female savages full of exoskeleton prosthetics jumped on their chariots, carrying rocket barrels and firing at close range, the shells came straight with smoke, boom, boom!
The train that had been paralyzed by the collision lost the interception ability of the machine gun, the locomotive was hit, and a section of the railway was also blown up.
Marshall and the others who were just about to leave the carriage over there were blown to pieces.
"Fight, fight, fight!" The chorus of wild dogs resounded through the wilderness.
He Lan hid beside the front of the car, but was hit by the impact of the shells so hard that his chest was tight, he could hardly stand upright, and hot sweat was pouring out of his forehead.
Although this batch of goods is not of the highest level, it is also very expensive. There is a whole process of supervision. The railway patrol team from the nearby outpost will come over soon. Daelon and his team are not low in combat power. The alarm has been issued, everyone. My son is coming soon.
But he doubted whether he could last until then.
Those savages are not afraid of death, but is He Lan afraid of death...
He told the judges that he needed a chance to prove that he could still fight.
But now, isn't it such an opportunity.
"There are dogs from the contingent here!" Suddenly, a savage found him, and he was a remnant of the Ronin Society.
That night in the tribal camp of the Ronin Association, He Lan wiped out many ronin, and his nerves were damaged during the battle, but how could he miss this one? He should have killed this ronin that night, maybe it's not too late now.
He Lan bit hard into a red capsule that was installed next to the teeth in his mouth, and the medicinal liquid immediately put him into an overclocking state.
This is the overclocking pill that the Wilderness Mobile Task Force personnel are equipped with. This is how many people's physiological nerves are damaged, and so is he. Now doing it again will only make the injury worse.
But he has no choice, or perhaps, this is the best choice.
Suddenly, all the nerves in Helan's brain felt torn, and the speed of the nerves increased instantly, breaking through.
Third gear, fourth gear, fifth gear...
Although it was still a little short of sixth gear, although it might only be ten minutes, he moved up to fifth gear.
He had his last ten minutes.
"Wild dog, your grandpa Helan is here!" Helan's eyes were bloodshot, and the J-level program "chassis" was activated, and various prosthetic bodies broke free from the broken body, making him a The proud steel giant.
Fucking PTSD, he kicks off the ground, the shell jumps up, and the rifle in his hand shoots through the air.
The dead ronin swordsman also came with red eyes, brandishing a samurai sword, the ronin profession.
A side sect who is considered to be in the same star as the Assassin Department has a few strokes, but only a few strokes.
While He Lan shot those garbage people, the two flesh-and-blood prosthetic hands exploded into nerve-blood threads again, and suddenly stuck to the ronin. The opponent was very fast, but he didn't have a five-speed gear. quick.
With a sudden force, he threw the frightened ronin into the air, and a steel fist of the machine shell slammed it away.
Bang bang! Ronin was beaten into two pieces in the air, and his flesh and blood flowed down with the wind.
The battle in the small area of the locomotive wreck was not limited to Helan, Daelon, Leslie and others all killed each other.
At the same time, a large number of garbage tribes continued to howl and rush forward in their chariots.
The death of their companions doesn't make these lunatics afraid, it just breeds their wildness, using those self-made weird weapons to launch waves of shocks at the extraordinary guards of the train.
Most of these lunatics are the children of freight men and mud pool whores, freaks born in filth.
Like a growing cancer cell, it feeds back on the freight railroad that created them.
They don't live well, but they die well.
"Kill the dog, kill the dog!" Some garbage people shouted, they were all half-grown boys, "This train is our chariot!"
Not yet, your chariots are not so luxurious.
He Lan shot out the blood threads of the two prosthetic bodies again, caught more than a dozen garbage people to prevent them from running around, and launched the Q-level program "Thousand-Gun Force", and the machine shell shot out belts With the powerful chains, their heads were smashed.
Boom, boom, boom, one, two, three... Mom, I'm contributing again...
"Yiha!" Suddenly, a girl in a bikini rushed up, raised the cable in her hand and threw it away. Prizes in the ring game being tossed.
A current surged violently, and all the steel casings were overloaded with electricity, and he couldn't help screaming.
Kacha, a trash boy swung a broken iron spear and stabbed it. He Lan only felt another pain in his abdomen. The spear penetrated and got stuck in the casing, flesh and internal organs.
Again, a girl with two knives jumped over quickly, and both of his prosthetic hands were cut off, bleeding profusely.
The cable was tied to a garbage truck, and Helan was immediately dragged and had to run across the wasteland.
He was running, still trying his best to dodge or withstand various attacks with his extraordinary physical fitness in five-speed gear.
But his casing was still getting damaged, parts flew out one by one, and more and more spears were hanging on his body.
The garbage truck dragged him, the trash boys chased him, picked up the flying parts, the dust was flying, the horns of the vehicles were obscuring the sky, and the madmen were laughing and screaming.
He Lan's consciousness gradually became blurred, but suddenly he became excited again. It was the roar of fighter jets flying by...
On the early morning sky, a whole formation of fighter jets from the Railway Bureau flew quickly, but this formation had many scruples, in order to keep the cargo, it could not fight beside the railway.
However, the wilderness plain is huge and there is a lot of traffic, and they fly by and drop bombs from the air strikes.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" However, the savages shouted.
The surface-to-air missiles on some vehicles aimed and launched immediately, and the wild dogs just fiddled with it.
Even earlier, a large number of fabricators and painters had already created illusions, disturbing the sight of those fighter planes.
Under these disturbances, the pilot and the electronic equipment thought they were aiming, but they missed it.
And a large number of hunters in various convoys are launching information turbulence and information storms into the sky, and those fighter planes are immediately disturbed, and neither the electronic equipment nor the pilots can bear it.
Several fighter planes failed and fell from a high altitude, causing another roar of laughter and shouts on the wilderness plain.
The formation of fighter planes flew over without much lingering.
This round of air raids was not fruitless. Some wild dog chariots were also blown up, and some people died because they couldn't escape.
But these wild dogs are too many, too many...the information interference is too serious...
He Lan knew that he had to deal with it from the ground, breaking the wild dog's illusionary fabric, in order to really cause damage to the opponent.
However, the first batch of railway patrols who arrived had already been caught in the torrent of wilderness convoys. The guards had guns, tanks, and medium-talented transcendents, but they were also tossed and shaken by the torrent.
As for the convoy of truckers who were sent to tow away the cargo containers, they were defeated in one blow and were busy running for their lives.
But all kinds of chariots in the wilderness were chasing these prey one after another, and some large trucks that were fully loaded left with the stolen spoils and drove to the depths of the northern wilderness.
This is all the loss of the bank's mother... He Lan felt heartbroken and anxious seeing it.
Suddenly again, he was pierced into iron rods and steel spears between his chest and abdomen by many garbage people, and he was already like a hedgehog.
Physical pain and nerve numbness are dragging him into the silent darkness.
Entered the bank training institute at the age of five, now he is twenty-four years old, it's over. His mission is coming to an end.
"Ah!" He Lan yelled sharply. In the overclocking state, the casing in the flesh of his body completely burst, and in a self-destructive disintegration method, it turned into countless steel blades, and shot out with great force. enemies around.
Trash boys, bikini girls, and other wild dogs...
Some were hit, and their flesh and blood splattered instantly; some dodged away.
Crack, click, click, He Lan was pierced with more long iron rods all over his body, and he was picked up.
Blood flowed back from his tattered skin and flesh, and he no longer had the strength to use any extraordinary procedures, and the brain nerves finally couldn't sustain the burning caused by overclocking, and suddenly the roots broke.
These wild dogs don't want to play with him any more~IndoMTL.com~ A homemade broken iron spear was held against his head.
But at this time, He Lan's scattered eyes saw that a large number of heavy vehicles of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force appeared in the distance to the south, flying very distinctive team flags, the Death Row Walking Squad, the Thunder Storm Squad, and the Blood Phoenix Squad ...
It appears that there are at least five MTFs.
It is said that it is a small team, but in fact, each team has hundreds of people or more. This is different from the Mobile Task Force of the Bureau of Secrets. The wilderness team is very large, and every member is at least five-speed gear, and all of them are combat elites.
There are hundreds of people there, hundreds of warriors who are much better than him now.
He Lan let out a weird smile before his consciousness dissipated.
The morning sun is very bright, it is not a hallucination before death.
Everyone is here, these wild dogs will all be finished today, and the stolen goods will be spit back...
These wild dogs are finally gathered together, but it is convenient for everyone to clean up...
Bank, Mom, I tried my best... I have contributed everything for you, I participated in the construction of the order of the era...
Bang bang!
With the sound of a gunshot, He Lan's head was smashed to pieces, turning into blood rain and scattered on this noisy wilderness plain.
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