When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

"...Then, then..."

After getting the guarantee of the promise, the researcher stepped forward step by step, and carefully opened the door after Yong Ye unfastened the chain.

Then……

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Intensive firelight and two different low-pitched gunshots engulfed him at the moment when the door was opened, and the whole person kept retreating under the action of the kinetic energy of the bullets, and the wounds that were hit were no different from rags.

The continuous low-pitched gunfire was obviously different from the sound of a normal steam gun. It was a burst weapon and the largest firepower output in the room. When the researcher was beaten to a **** mess, the continuous gunfire stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Yong Ye, who was hiding on one side, instantly lowered his body like an arrow from the string and burst into the carriage.

The first time he stepped into the carriage, he had roughly finished analyzing the situation of the enemy inside.

In addition to the description of the researcher who was beaten into a sieve by his own people, the only old man Zhuang Wei who showed his face was holding a multi-barrel hand-operated rotary machine gun, and there were six liberators holding steam guns.

Although I don't know why there are multiple hand-cranked revolving machine guns in this era, since not everyone has this high rate of fire thing, and there is only one, then they are only at this level.

"I was hit by Nue's light wave on the front, and it is unbelievable that I can still be alive! But today...!"

"Too much nonsense..."

While Zhuang Wei shouted and wanted to point the rotary machine gun at him, the strange Yong Ye avoided the bullets of the steam gun in advance, and before he bullied him at the same time, he slid his blade across the passers-by. The Liberator's throat came to Zhuang Wei like this, facing his stunned face, he chopped off one of his gun-carrying hands.

The revolving machine gun, the most threatening one, fell to the ground, Yong Ye never kills himself here but still uses science? Amidst the screams of the old man who had killed countless humans, he launched a merciless slaughter on the members of the Hunters who were terrified of his presence in the carriage.

There is no redemption but no more painful death, and this is the only kindness he has towards the hunters who help the tyrants, destroy the fortress and kill many lives.

Inside the carriage, the light of the sword flashed, the blood was scattered, the scattered gunshots continued, and the angry shouts, whining and begging continued to appear.

When everything came to an end, after most of the voices had dissipated, and only a faint scream of pain remained in the background, the last surviving liberator had collapsed, and just like the one-eyed liberator who failed to assassinate Tiantiao Meima, he began to beg for mercy. .

"Please, please... please let me go, let me go... I, I was wrong, I will never do anything for Meima again, I just... I... let me go..."

The Liberator, who was wearing goggles and couldn't see his face, fell to the ground. At this moment, he was no longer cruel to kill others. He let go of the steam gun and covered his face with his hands. He abandoned his dignity and kept begging forever to let him go. way of life.

However, Yong Ye stepped on his chest with one foot.

Yong Ye's choice was the same as Tian Bird Mei Ma. He ignored this man's blood-stained hands, who could slaughter innocents without mercy. He held the long knife in his backhand and pointed the tip of the knife at him, fully aware of the enemy and the enemy. Gap, the heart of the liberator who terrified and begged for mercy.

"...Stupid behavior, when the innocent begged for mercy, did you ever stop."

As if whispering to himself, Yong Ye accurately stabbed the tip of the knife into the heart of the liberator under his feet, so that the sound of begging for mercy was forcibly cut off.

Chapter 75 Is it all the fault of this world?

From Yongye's point of view, he kills those who have been begging for mercy, but it is only the price of making them pay for the karma, to pay the due retribution for what he has done, and if he can brutally slaughter others, there should be someone who is also facing slaughter and being killed. consciousness.

…Of course, this kind of consciousness also has Yongye, because he has killed both good people and bad people, and those who deserve to be killed. He also killed people for various reasons, such as the little girl not long ago.

After all, there will always be people who want to seek revenge, so there are not many people who are similar to him.

Their distorted posture of longing for revenge and the panic before death, it is really difficult to erase from their minds, and all this is caused only because he selfishly does not want to die. Of course, he does not feel that he does not want to die. what's wrong.

Although, there will be some complicated emotions, but there is no way.

Maybe push everything to the world and say it's all the world's fault?

No... This kind of shirk responsibility is meaningless. Selfishness is selfish. He is not great at all, so he will carry out selfishness to the end.

Shaking his head, Yong Ye stopped thinking about this meaningless question, and turned his attention to the only living person in the carriage except him. The wrist was cut off by Qigen, the howl was hoarse, the tears and snot on his face, the old man crying like a child, the chief researcher Zhuang Wei.

"It's really not good, although I can understand that a broken arm must be very painful, but... Hold on! Otherwise, you won't want your other hand!"

He picked up the old man who had bowed like a shrimp on the ground, grabbed his collar and held it up in the air, scolding in a low voice.

"Tell me now, the effects of black plasma and white plasma, and where are they?! Otherwise I'll chop off your fingers and toes!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh they are...in...the box uh...the blue is the black plasma...the white is the white plasma...the black plasma is the catalyst for...the Cabaneri... "

The one-armed old man raised his only remaining hand with difficulty and pointed to the white suitcase not far away. While breathing in pain from the severed hand from time to time, he explained the black and white blood plasma according to Yongye's request. differences and effects.

In fact, Yong Ye also knew the properties of the two types of plasma. He asked this just to be on the safe side and prevent the previous researcher from lying.

Fortunately, for this old man, Zhuang Wei didn't have much loyalty to Heavenly Bird and Beautiful Horse, because he was actually more enthusiastic about research than loyalty. He told everything very frankly, and hoped that Yongye would let him bandage the wound.

"No, there's no need to do that pointless thing."

There was no plan to let Zhuang Wei go, and Yong Ye, who was one of the culprits from the very beginning, dragged him directly out of the car, stood on the edge of the rail, and lifted it to the outside of the high-altitude rail.

"...What do you... mean?! Let me go! I told you everything! I definitely didn't lie to you! Hurry up..."

Glancing at the group of Kabane on the ground below, Zhuang Wei grabbed Yong Ye's hand holding his collar tightly with one arm, for fear that Yong Ye would throw him away.

"It has nothing to do with whether you lied to me or not. I heard that unlucky researcher just now say that you like to experiment with live people, and with the help of Tiantiao Meima, you use many people as live experiments on viruses, right?"

"That, that is slander! I was forced! I have never killed anyone! I..."

"It's a little bit like deceiving. You think I would believe that without human experiments, can you study viruses to this extent? Take a good look at the pain of your test products. ."

Yong Ye didn't believe a single word of Zhuang Wei's words at all, and after lightly piercing the lie, he ignored Zhuang Wei's plea and let go.

Zhuang Wei's hand couldn't hold Yong Ye firmly at all, and he fell directly under the action of gravity and was caught by a large number of eagerly awaited Kabane below. The "lucky" one didn't fall directly to his death.

"...I don't have time to waste here."

Ignoring the habitual whimper behind him, the piercing pain and the great fear it contained, he cared more about the increasingly urgent time now.

He knew very well that he had to hurry up, otherwise, when the virus entered the nameless brain, even the injection of white blood plasma would have no effect.

Touching the white blood plasma in his jacket pocket, Yong Ye looked at the Tianshou Pavilion in the distance and the nameless Nue not far away.

Between saving Wuming and killing the culprit, Tiantiao Meima, he chose Wuming. After all, he can kill Tiantiao Meima at any time, and he won't fight any problems later, but Wuming can't wait too long.

but……

Looking into the distance, the behemoth that is constantly ravaging the capital of this country can be clearly seen even from a distance. This monster with a large number of corpses as its body can crush the armored train with one foot. It is only at first glance that you can spot it. It's... a monster far beyond what humans can handle.

"But... if you don't go, it really won't work."

Whispering to himself, after making the decision, although Yong Ye understood the difference between the enemy and the enemy, he still decided without hesitation to go to the position of the nameless Nue with white wings on the ground.

Afterwards, he rode on a Shou Fangzhong motorcycle, turned the accelerator all the way, and galloped down the rails.

Of course... the gap between the enemy and us is huge, and a head-on hit is like hitting a stone with an egg, but it doesn't have to be a hit, he is not the kind of person who is reckless.

Therefore, the destination he rode along the high-altitude railroad tracks on a motorcycle was... the Iron Fortress.