Master of the Stars

Chapter 103: Recycling layer (bottom)

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"The front light track is damaged and automatically switches to off-road mode!"

The on-board brain automatically issued instructions, and a few seconds later, the huge Baohu off-road slid down from the last interface, landed on all four wheels, ran over the original and worn asphalt road, and continued to move forward.

Twenty or thirty people of "professionals", that is, nearby gangsters and bosozoku members, had gathered together and cheered in unison. Some of the more daring ones accelerated forward and pressed the front end of the goad against the side of the off-road vehicle, accelerating all the way. Leaving twisted and clear scratches on the car body. And when passing by the car window, he made a humiliating gesture to Baoyan:

"You pig showing off your wealth, I'll poke your butt right away!"

Baoyan grinned and returned the same gesture: "Come on, I'm afraid you're not tough enough!"

The scolding outside became louder, but Baoyan didn't care. He looked around and compared the surrounding environment with his early memories.

If he remembered correctly, the road on which the off-road vehicle was traveling had a history of nearly thirty years. It was originally designed as a main road in the city and connected with a transportation line in the wilderness. The second lane is of a very high standard.

But in the following decades, urban planning has undergone tremendous changes. Countless skyscrapers have risen from the ground, casting shadows on all sides. The horizontally protruding building cut the huge highway into pieces and completely blocked the sky above the highway.

With the complete abandonment of the management of the "recycling layer", this highway can only be submerged in the shadows of skyscrapers. Illegal buildings built by surrounding residents are even more wanton on both sides of the road.

At this time, among those strange-shaped buildings, there were countless eyes staring at the off-road vehicles whizzing by, with unclear meanings.

"After all these years, this damn place is still a mess. What do the gangs in charge of this place do for food?"

Baoyan put his arm across the empty window frame and shouted outside: "Hey, whose place is this? Don't you usually do hygiene?"

The gang members outside the car paused for a moment, and then the threats and curses became ten times louder? Some people couldn't help it anymore and drove their motorcycles closer. The sound of wind pierced the air and a thick steel chain was pulled through the car window. It was a force that could crack a person's skull.

But Baoyan just raised his upper arm, let the chain hit it, circled it twice, and then swayed slightly. The person who took action was like an out-of-control kite, flying up from his beloved large-displacement motorcycle and smashing his whole body sideways.

This attack was so cruel that the relatively dense motorcycle convoy behind could not evade it. In an instant, half of the convoy was turned upside down and turned into a mess.

"Transformation of people!"

I don't know who shouted this, and the motorcyclists accompanying them dispersed. Some people had braked and stopped in place and stopped following.

But at this time, a motorcycle that was originally behind accelerated forward, and soon ran parallel to the off-road vehicle. The knight smiled evilly at the car, raised the thick barrel of the gun with one hand, and directly pulled the trigger.

With a roar and explosion, the classic shotgun instantly sprayed out 12 8mm tungsten alloy projectiles, covering the entire front of the car.

Without even looking at the result, the knight threw his arm gracefully, loaded the bullet directly, and wanted to do it again exactly as it was. But when he raised the muzzle of the gun again, what he saw facing the muzzle was Baoyan's face with the same ferocious smile, but without any injuries.

With a muffled sound, the rider flew up from the motorcycle, crossed the eight lanes, and flew into the illegal building complex at the far end.

Baoyan jumped out of the car window and took his place. He sat firmly on the motorcycle and grabbed the classic shotgun. He roared and used the gun as an iron rod. There was a sudden clash, and in the blink of an eye a group of gangsters who did not know how to live or die were all shot down.

Having just been stuck in the car for more than ten minutes, acting as a mobile prisoner, it didn't feel good at all.

Although the motorcycle under him was still a little small compared to his body size, it felt really great to be able to move at will completely according to his will.

Baoyan laughed loudly and walked beside the autonomous Baohu off-road vehicle, roaring to the tune of the still exciting melody.

As the vehicle moved forward, the fallen gang members were quickly thrown out of sight. For a moment, only he and the off-road vehicle were left on the road, moving straight forward.

As he was singing to his heart's content, Baoyan suddenly leaned over and accelerated without warning, suddenly opening at least one position away from him. Almost at the same time, he caught a glimpse of a line of fire passing through the corner of his eye, and 20 meters behind him, the road surface collapsed. A gap the size of a washbasin, and then a strange hissing sound reached my ears.

Baoyan chuckled: It's a large-caliber electromagnetic rifle, but the gunner's sight is really terrible.

Well, that's not right. He missed a hit and the other party had no intention of making up for it.

He suddenly felt something and looked along the trajectory of the ballistic missile. There was no human figure in the dark floors, but there was a pitch-black bird flying with its wings flapping.

Bao Yan grinned and sent a message through Liu Er: "What about the division of labor? Where about trust? But by the way, you should be good at reconnaissance. Let's try to fight in the wilderness together later?"

"Then you have to be prepared to be tricked."

Ronan replied casually, and he used ink to announce his existence to Baoyan. But what really killed the sniper was the Spider's "battering ram".

At this time, the poor guy fainted in front of the window. I'm afraid he didn't understand what was going on from beginning to end.

Ronan's soul body was suspended in this dangerous area, and the sensing range with a diameter of nearly one kilometer presented him with an all-round, multi-layered, panoramic picture that missed nothing.

He suddenly discovered that at this moment, he should be the most authentic sniper: existing like a ghost, with a panoramic perception of one kilometer in diameter, and of course, a "siege ram" that can be triggered by telekinesis and ignore most physical defenses. ".

Several factors come together, and in this complex environment, he is like a fish in water, and can eliminate those "malicious persons" most conveniently and quickly.

After using such methods, Ronan truly gained some self-consciousness as a "capable person".

Yes, this is the ability person he imagined, the extraordinary power that transcends the normal world - naturally it is also the best proof of the correctness of the "format theory".

It was also at this time that Ronan truly understood what a constraint his "weak" body was on his true abilities.

"Hey, reconnaissance, please update the information forward. The level of this dungeon is too low... Are your enemies using this place specifically to disgust me?"

Ronan responded: "I think you should stop the car and check it carefully. Maybe you can find some clues."

"A good idea, but this is not inconsistent with forward reconnaissance. I need tools, preferably a moving obstacle that can stop my disobedient baby."

"Wait while I look for it... eh?"

Ronan suddenly became speechless, because right in front of the highway, behind the dim light, a huge thing had just rolled into his sensing range, approaching slowly but firmly.