Chapter 230: Hard Corps, Baptism of Fire

Rumble!
The deep and powerful sound was like a raging storm, causing Delian's eardrums to ache and his heartbeat to accelerate.

He stood up in panic and looked around in fear: "What's going on? Is there an earthquake?"

"Boss, it's not an earthquake, it's the army."

A bodyguard went to the window and saw the tanks running rampant, crushing the collapsed walls, advancing at a steady speed, and surrounding the abandoned factory.

There were seven or eight tanks on the side he saw alone, and there were no less than thirty tanks on standby two hundred meters away.

Nine helicopters were hovering in the sky, ready to launch artillery shells at any time and destroy everything here.

In Cheng Long's consciousness, thousands of armed soldiers came from all directions, and each of them had excitement on their face.

Obviously, these soldiers wearing helmets and uniforms had no idea how powerful the people they surrounded were.

All they knew was that this was a murderous demon who had killed 20,000 to 30,000 people in less than a month after arriving in Citi.

They want to rid the people of harm!
They want to be heroes!

"Boom bang bang..."

Delian banged on the iron door of the secret room frantically, despair revealed in his eyes.

Being surrounded by such an army, it is not possible for three or five elite bodyguards to save his life.

At this moment, the high-ranking Wall Street financial tycoons were extremely panicked.

Because he knew very well that once those people behind the scenes made a decision, they would not care about killing one more financial tycoon. Even if their Duke Consortium was no pushover and had strong financial and human resources, it would still be of no avail.

"Squeak!"

The moment Cheng Long opened the door, he saw Delian shouting in horror: "Mr. Long, the army is coming, and they are targeting you. What should we do? We are surrounded!"

"General Mike, your target is me, let them go."

Cheng Long turned his head and looked at Old Mike.

"Of course, they can leave at any time, but it's better for them to leave with me, otherwise I can't guarantee their safety." Old Mike stood up, dusted off the dust on his body, and said elegantly.

"Mr. Long, what will you do after we leave?"

Delian's eyes were full of gratitude. He didn't expect that Mr. Long, who had killed so many people, could still take care of his safety in a critical moment.

Although he was well aware that he was just a tool and did not receive any more preferential treatment by becoming Mr. Long's agent.

But at this moment, his heart was warm.

"I?"

Cheng Long said calmly: "Of course I'm staying here to stretch my muscles and show off my muscles to scare off the stinky rats hiding in the stinky ditch and secretly spying on me."

General Mike: “…”

He never thought that there would be a time when he would be called a stinky rat!
But the words are rough and the reasoning is not rough.

The number of people who covet the Bloodthirsty Pearl is outrageous, they are indeed like rats in a sewer.

If the Bloodthirsty Pearl had not been put away immediately after Cheng Long gave him fifteen years of youth, he might have been unable to resist snatching the Pearl as soon as he woke up.

Compared to obtaining the Bloodthirsty Pearl and mastering the secrets contained therein, what does a mere fifteen years of youth count for?
He wanted to be a pearl holder, not a customer who spent huge amounts of money to provide nourishment for the pearl holder.

……

After Mike, Delian and others left.

The artillerymen and helicopter pilots who received the order pressed the launch button one after another.

Whoosh...

The turret slowly rotated, accompanied by low roars, and the huge muzzle spewed out hot flames. The shells cut through the sky and headed straight for the target with destructive power.

At the same time, helicopters hovering in the sky, with aerial shells mounted under their fuselages, streaked across the blue sky like meteors, leaving long smoke trails.

The simultaneous firing of tank and aerial artillery shells created a stunning scene.

The ground was shaking under the bombardment of tank shells, smoke and dust were rising, and the aerial shells in the sky were like precision-guided death, instantly turning the target into a sea of ​​fire.

Drean, who was driving away from the factory with General Mike, looked back and saw that the steel factory, which was once as solid as a fortress, had now turned into a burning ruin.

No one believed that people could survive tenaciously under such intense cannon fodder coverage.

But Delian has high expectations for Cheng Long.

Because this is a very mysterious man.

"Boom boom boom..."

The continuous bombardment of artillery shells created huge craters in the ruined factory.

Under the baptism of heavy artillery fire, Cheng Long seemed to have become an immortal being. His figure was looming in the smoke. Artillery fire exploded around him but could not cause any harm to him.

The officers in the combat command vehicle discovered through surveillance the proud figure standing in the sea of ​​fire, their eyes filled with horror.

An abandoned factory, 60% of its materials being made of steel, was reduced to ruins by artillery fire, but the people inside were still standing proudly in their original places!

How can this be?

An illusion must be an illusion.

The commander rubbed his eyes desperately.

But when he opened his eyes, he could still see the proud figure in the sea of ​​fire.

Not just him.

The same was true for General Mike, Delian, and their bodyguards who parked their car near the factory.

"Mike, you're in trouble!"

"If you offend Mr. Long, many people will die."

Delian, who was on the opposite side, was shocked, but soon a look of joy appeared on his face.

Not paying attention to Cheng Long was definitely the best thing he had ever done in his life. Look, Mr. Long, who was carpet-bombed by artillery shells, was in the sea of ​​fire, like an immortal demon, quietly watching the enemy's clumsy performance.

Cheng Long's clothes were tattered, but he exuded an indescribable majesty.

His eyes were like knives, flashing with ferocity, as if he wanted to swallow up the entire world.

There was no fear on his face, but instead a hint of mockery and contempt, as if all the artillery fire and destruction were just insignificant dust under his feet.

"..."

General Mike could no longer remain calm. He was worried that the artillery fire was too fierce and the mysterious bead would be destroyed along with it.

No one ever thought that Mr. Long only had his clothes damaged after being bombarded by artillery fire!
If he had known earlier, he would never have come to get involved in such muddy waters.

just now……

He really wants to go home!
The outside world is so scary!

"It's my turn!"

Cheng Long grabbed the tattered shirt and pulled it off, revealing a strong body like steel. His pupils were shining with red light, dancing like flames, and his boiling fighting spirit was burning.

Facing someone who wants to execute him by firing squad, he doesn't care whether the other party obeys his orders or not. If at this point, he is still timid and dares not to kill innocent people, then the person behind the scenes who controls everything will definitely become more aggressive.

What does a mere army mean? This is just the beginning.

There will be bloodshed tonight!
……

Washington.

Inside a secret base.

A dial phone with a simple and textured shape suddenly rang.

Suddenly, a wrinkled arm reached out from the darkness, picked up the receiver, and then retracted into the darkness.

"Sir, the situation is unexpectedly serious. Mr. Long was bombarded with shells but was not hurt at all. He is showing off his muscles to us..."

Mike's calm but slightly panicked voice sounded in my ears.

The old man hiding in the darkness felt a jolt in his heart, then he poked his hunched body out from the shadows and asked seriously, "Mike, is he really not hurt at all?"

"From the outside, he looks intact, except for his clothes!" General Mike still couldn't believe what he saw, but the facts were right in front of him and he had to believe it.

"..."

The old man was silent for a long time, and then he said silently: "Be prepared for the worst!"

"Yes."

Mike nodded in response.

At the same time, Cheng Long, who was in the sea of ​​fire, grabbed a steel bar and threw it into the air.

"boom!"

The steel bar pierced through a helicopter like a cannonball. Perhaps because the temperature of the steel bar was too high, it instantly caught fire when it penetrated the fuel tank.

This attack was like a clarion call for a charge.

Cheng Long jumped up, like an angry dragon in the deep sea, soaring straight up.

As early as when he was in the Foundation Establishment Stage, his jumping ability was dozens of times that of an ordinary person. Now, he can even fly in the air for a short period of time without using any magic power.

Or you can make long-distance jumps, flying ten to twenty kilometers at a time, which is actually no different from flying.

Anyway, Cheng Long has never tried to find the limit.

This time I can take this opportunity to test the limits of my normal physical body.

"Boom!"

Cheng Long suddenly lay on the front window of the helicopter like a jumping spider. The pilot in the helicopter was startled and opened his mouth wide.

Damn it!

How do people jump up from a height of hundreds of meters?

Before mobilization, the soldiers who came to encircle Cheng Long only knew that the person they were going to deal with was a person who possessed a bewitching magic bead. When they took action, they might encounter incomprehensible strange things.

So when they saw Cheng Long intact in the sea of ​​fire, they thought it was the magic bead's work. Who could have thought that the target had such a terrifying jumping ability.

"boom!"

Cheng Long stretched out a hand as white as jade, easily pierced through the windshield of the helicopter, grabbed the pilot's collar, then pulled and threw it with a little force, and the pilot was thrown out like garbage.

"This unfortunate guy is dead."

Not far away, Delian, who was watching the show next to a Rolls-Royce, looked at Cheng Long leaping into the air and pulling the driver out of the cockpit, his eyes filled with awe.

The same goes for the professional bodyguard standing by.

They had never seen such a powerful human being before. Mr. Long was the first and only one.

"Ah, ah ah..."

Under the shocked gazes of Delian, Mike and others, Cheng Long was like a ghost, constantly flashing in the air, pulling the helicopter pilots out of the cabin one by one.

The out-of-control helicopter spiraled downward uncontrollably, turning into shells that destroyed one tank after another. On the ground, countless soldiers were affected.

In just a short moment, a corps that was encircling Cheng Long lost all its helicopters, five tanks, and more than sixty soldiers.

This siege was destined to be Cheng Long's personal show.

He destroyed all the helicopters and floated in the void like a demon.

next moment.

Cheng Long suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed into the air. A fist-sized, red bead strangely appeared in his hand...

(End of this chapter)