This was exactly what Meng Xiang had expected. The police and soldiers were stunned by the powerful explosion and raging fire. They huddled together. The soldiers near the gas station moved away to avoid being engulfed by the flames.
Meng Xiang possesses spiritual defense and is not afraid of flames. Amid the screams of the crowd, he rushed into the sea of fire with a "whoosh", came out from the other side, and used the "Shave" skill to run towards the mountainside with all his strength.
At dusk, the light red sky cast a light red tint on the mountains. Meng Xiang fled to the west. He did not dare to slow down and ran as fast as he could. In a short while, he had run 3 kilometers away. The shouting from behind could no longer be heard. In the surrounding mountains, except for him, there were only rocks on the ground.
Meng Xiang stopped and took a breath. He felt relieved knowing that he had gotten rid of the police and soldiers. However, this was a desolate place. If he stayed there for too long, would the Lord God think that he was cheating? This was his biggest worry at the moment.
"Craa, raa..." The sound of the rotating propeller wings of the helicopter came from behind. Meng Xiang's heart was startled and he turned around quickly. He saw two military helicopters flying at high speed in the direction he originally came from.
"Damn it, they actually sent out a helicopter. They won't let me live?" Meng Xiang cursed. He turned his head and looked around. There were flat mountains all around him. There was no place to hide. If he wanted to run, no matter how fast he was, could he be faster than a helicopter
Meng Xiang was worried secretly when a voice was broadcast from one of the planes: "Listen, suspect. You have nowhere to escape. Put down your weapon and surrender."
"I don't believe there is really no way to escape." Meng Xiang murmured, he gritted his teeth, turned around and ran north.
"Bang, bang, bang..." A series of gunshots were heard in front of Meng Xiang, and the ground was making a "crackling" sound, as if it would shatter at any time.
Rapid-shooting machine gun.
The rapid-fire machine gun had strong firepower and fired bullets continuously, so Meng Xiang's spiritual defense could definitely not withstand it.
Meng Xiang was originally just angry and wanted to try to compete with the helicopter to see if he could escape the helicopter's pursuit. Now he was warned by the shooting, and he was very unhappy. He immediately took out the Gauss sniper rifle from the ring. Now there was only one bullet left, but Meng Xiang could not care about so much. He raised the Gauss sniper rifle, aimed at the helicopter that was shooting at him, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" A visible trajectory extended from the muzzle of Meng Xiang's sniper rifle to the helicopter. The electromagnetic bomb directly shattered the fuselage of the helicopter, which fell to the ground like scrap metal.
Meng Xiang put away the Gauss sniper rifle, feeling secretly proud, but suddenly he felt a strong sense of danger. Without time to think about it, he quickly ran to the side, as the rapid-fire machine gun on the other helicopter had already opened fire.
Because Meng Xiang's firepower was too strong, the other helicopter, in order to protect itself, fired bullets from the rapid-fire machine gun at Meng Xiang's body. Meng Xiang dodged left and right like a flea, trying to avoid the gunfire, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than the bullets that kept coming at him. He only felt a sharp pain on the left side of his back and knew he was shot.
"Let's fight." Spiritual energy surged out, and Meng Xiang was wrapped in a ball of blue light. His right fist had unknowingly condensed a ball of light.
The spiritual energy condenses and throws an attack. Meng Xiang gave it a similar name: the spiritual bullet. Unlike the spiritual light bullet or the Rasengan, the spiritual bullet is made entirely of high-concentration spiritual energy, without any tricks. Although it is powerful, it is a heavy burden on the body. With Meng Xiang's current spiritual energy, with the potential lock level 2 and the Kaio-ken amplification of 12%, he can cast a total of 2 shots. In other words, this spiritual bullet will make Meng Xiang lose 50% of his spiritual energy at once.
"Swoosh!" Meng Xiang threw the spiritual bullet in his hand. As soon as the spiritual bullet left Meng Xiang's control, it rushed towards the helicopter in the sky at twice the speed, just like a rocket leaving the earth's gravity.
"Boom!" The helicopter's fuselage was suddenly blown open, the plane lost its balance, swaying left and right and diving down.
Meng Xiang was panting, his whole body was exhausted, his muscles were like a loosened spring, unable to exert any strength. This was the sequelae of casting the spirit bullet, because 50% of the spirit energy was released in an instant, the body could not adapt for a while, and it took nearly 10 seconds to adjust.
10 seconds is not a long time. After all, the helicopter has been shot down, so the temporary weakness is not a big deal. It's just that Meng Xiang has calculated everything, but he missed one thing. He is now in the punishment plot of "Final Destination". To put it simply, he has been unlucky. Coincidentally, the helicopter that was shot down swayed left and right in the air, and finally crashed into Meng Xiang.
When Meng Xiang realized the direction of the plane's fall and tried to evade it, it was too late. His muscles were so weak that he couldn't even run at high speed. His mind raced, and as he tried to walk away, his whole body was already in a state of spiritual defense.
"Boom!" The helicopter hit Meng Xiang's right shoulder, and then there was an explosion. The air blast bounced Meng Xiang nearly 20 meters away, and he fell heavily to the ground. Meng Xiang only felt a stabbing pain in his right back. Although the potential lock instantly blocked the pain, his right hand could no longer move.
As his strength gradually recovered, Meng Xiang struggled to support himself with his left hand, barely stood up, and tried to raise his right hand, but his right arm was completely immobile. He touched his right shoulder, which was hot all over, and even felt a crack across the shoulder bone. He realized the severity of his injury and quickly took out the hemostatic spray and sprayed it on his right shoulder.
Such a heavy helicopter crashed from the air. No matter how strong Meng Xiang's physique was or how strong his protective aura was, he could not withstand the huge impact. The back of his right shoulder was torn and his shoulder bone was broken. Although it was not fatal, his right hand was useless. If he had not moved half a meter away, the helicopter would have hit Meng Xiang directly and he would have been buried by the helicopter.
The gunshot wound in his lower abdomen was not a problem, so Meng Xiang did not dare to stay any longer. If he was surrounded by the police or soldiers again, he would definitely not be able to resist.
By this time, the sky was gradually getting dark, which was a big advantage for Meng Xiang. It was almost 7 o'clock in the evening, and there were still two hours until 9 o'clock. As long as he could hold on, he could return to the main god space.
Meng Xiang bandaged the wound, wiped the blood, changed into a clean set of clothes, and slowly walked north.
It was already dark around him, the sky was full of stars, and the moonlight allowed him to barely see the ground. The planes in the sky were becoming more and more frequent, which made Meng Xiang's heart beat faster and faster. It would be unfair if he was killed by a plane at this time. He quickened his pace and soon returned to the roadside. Taking advantage of the darkness, he could easily avoid the police even if he encountered them.
A large truck was approaching from a distance. Meng Xiang didn't want to cause any more trouble, and since his right hand was disabled, it was not convenient for him to drive, so he asked the driver to give him a ride. The driver saw that Meng Xiang was dressed well but looked tired, so he was happy to let him get in the car.
Although Meng Xiang was very tired, he didn't dare to sleep. The deadline for survival was getting closer and closer. Would the god of death just let him go? Obviously, it was impossible.
The driver was a young man who seemed unable to bear the loneliness of long-distance driving and kept talking nonsense to Meng Xiang. Meng Xiang just listened, occasionally making jokes, but was actually very annoyed. As time passed bit by bit, the electronic clock in the truck showed 8:57 p.m.
Meng Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, secretly cursing himself for being too pessimistic. He relaxed and prepared to return. Although he was the only one left in the Nameless Team, it was always a happy thing to be able to return alive.
Before he knew it, there were mountain slopes on both sides. This road was temporarily reclaimed, and a highway was paved in the mountain stream, but no further decoration or protection was done. Meng Xiang felt a strange feeling that something was going to happen. He was about to ask the driver to stop the car, but suddenly, a sheep ran out from the side of the road. The driver instinctively turned the steering wheel, and the car suddenly lost control and crashed into the cliff on the side of the road.
The sudden accident caught Meng Xiang and the young man off guard. The young man was not wearing a seat belt, and the strong inertia pushed his body forward, shattering the front window of the car. He flew out of the car with blood all over his head, and it seemed that he was dead.
Meng Xiang reacted quickly. He used his left hand to steady himself at the moment of impact. Although his head still hit the car body due to inertia, it was not a problem. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt a strong sense of crisis coming from above. He did not have time to think about it and hurriedly rushed out the window. As soon as he jumped up, his right foot was tripped by something like a belt. He looked down and saw that the safety belt hanging on the side had been wrapped around his right foot at some point.
As he hesitated, a rumbling sound came from above, and the roof of the truck pressed down, forcing Meng Xiang under the truck. A huge rock could be seen faintly on the cracked roof. Even though the front of the truck was relatively high, Meng Xiang was still pressed to the ground with the front of the truck.
The powerful pressure made Meng Xiang unable to move. His entire skeleton seemed to be falling apart. The fractured right shoulder bone had burst open, and blood was oozing out of Meng Xiang's shoulder like an underground spring.
"Luckily I'm not dead yet." Meng Xiang thought, but before he could finish being happy, he felt the pressure from above suddenly increase, as if there were still gravel hitting the roof. Every time the pressure increased, Meng Xiang's bones were pressed and made a "crackling" sound. Meng Xiang felt his chest was stuffy and it was difficult to breathe. He prayed in his heart that the horror movie would end as soon as possible.
But the reality was cruel. Meng Xiang felt that every bone in his body was breaking. The "cracking" sound became louder and louder. Every second seemed like a year to him, and every cell in his body felt a tingling sensation.
Meng Xiang wanted to scream and moan, but every time he opened his mouth, a lot of dust poured in. It was simply a fate worse than death.
When the pressure from above increased again, Meng Xiang finally lost consciousness...
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