The people of Iron War Horse determined that the cooler of the energy release engine had failed, and the internal liquid injection pipes needed to be rearranged. They tried several combinations but failed to start.
Wu Chan scanned it with a flashlight. Judging from the difference in the condition of the parts, it could be seen that this energy-releasing engine was at least second-hand. This kind of assembled old engine is like a middle-aged man. It seems to be working normally on the surface, but there are various problems inside. If it does not occur, it will be paralyzed.
"It's not a cooler failure." Wu Chan pointed the flashlight beam at the Iron War Horse man, "It's that the bracket holding the accelerator collapsed."
That's deep at the bottom of the energy release engine, which is full of thickened sludge. At first glance, there was nothing unusual. After Wu Chan's prompting, the Iron War Horse took a closer look and found that the accelerator had indeed sunk a few centimeters.
The person who stopped Wu Chan's car was the eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy with a machete tied to his legs. He was half the credit for the repair of the car. He said proudly: "Shugen Li, you should learn skills from this big brother."
Tree Root Li, who was full of mobile phone oil, spat: "Go away, Xiao Song."
Repairing the bracket is much easier than repairing the cooler, and Wu Chan does not need to do it himself.
The boss of Iron War Horse is the calm-faced man named Ma Sang who had talked to Wu Chan at the hotel door before. He asked Wu Chan to take any loot from the car body as a reward for repairing the car.
Wu Chan shook his head: "It's a little effort, no need to count."
Ma Sang seemed to be afraid of owing a favor, so he insisted: "Choose one, and don't be polite."
Xiao Song helped: "Our boss does things fairly. If you help us without asking for compensation, it will make the boss sleepless."
Do I have to say clearly that there is not a single good thing in the truck body...
In order to reassure the people of Iron War Horse, Wu Chan randomly picked two weapons modified from car door steel plates and threw them into his car compartment.
"How did your car break down?"
Xiao Song said quickly: "Don't mention it, this subway station is not haunted."
"Haunted?" Wu Chan became interested.
"Don't listen to his nonsense." Ma Sang said, "It's just two bat monsters. We killed one and the other was injured and ran away."
Wu Chan has never seen a bat monster, but he knows that this kind of evil can emit sound waves that simulate human voices, and can even give people the illusion that their loved ones are calling their names. Once hit, it will bite its head off.
Wu Chan suddenly understood what the strange crying he heard in the tunnel was...
The escaped bat monster was lying on the roof of his car!
Wu Chan suddenly turned around and shined his flashlight at the top of the tunnel. A black shadow stuck there suddenly moved!
"Over there!"
The men on Iron War Horse immediately drew their weapons.
The bat monster spreads its five-meter-long bat wings, like a curtain that is almost integrated with the darkness and swoops down in the fishy wind. Everyone quickly found cover. One guy was half a beat too slow and was taken away by the black wind in a swish.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh help me-"
A scalp-numbing scream circled above the head, and then with a snap, the person was thrown back to the ground, his head already devoured.
The men on the Iron War Horses stared angrily, chasing the location of the bat monster with random flashlight beams. Four or five people held loaded loaded crossbows and fired fiercely. The steel nails like a rainstorm penetrated the wing membrane, but they were unable to kill. This only angered the bat monster, and it roared: "Kill, kill, kill!"
Although I know that it can't really speak human language, it is just imitating it purely organically like a parrot. But for the humans on the ground, it is truly terrifying!
With a whine, the black wind blew over everyone's scalps again. This time, no one was taken away, but one person's chest was torn open with a bloody gash deep enough to show the bone.
A short-haired woman wearing dark goggles appeared on the bed of a pickup truck, lifting the heavy ballista barrel with one hand and holding the magazine in her other hand.
"Close your eyes!" Ma Sang threw a flash bomb at the ceiling.
Bang!
White light fills the entire dark space.
The flying bat monster let out a strange cry and fell to the ground.
The short-haired woman pulled the trigger, the muzzle suddenly ignited, and a steel rod as long as an arm was shot out, hitting the bat monster with enough destructive force to penetrate the copper and iron walls. The recoil from the rear of the gun almost broke her ribs. She said nothing and continued to pull the trigger, firing the ballista with bang bang bang.
When Wu Chan's vision adjusted to the darkness again, he could truly see the appearance of the bat monster. It was on all fours, more than three meters long, covered in black fur, with a head as big as a bear, sword-like pointed ears sticking up to the back of its head, and four dagger-like fangs protruding from its snout and criss-crossing up and down. It had a slender waist and extremely muscular muscles. There were four steel rods crossing its chest and shoulders. The bat wing of its left forelimb was blown to pieces along with the bone and membrane.
It was unable to take off for the time being, and the steel pillars hindered the rebirth of the body, but it still had terrifying fighting power. It jumped forward and back, roaring "Kill, kill, kill!", and the fishy wind swept all directions.
The men on the Iron War Horse dispersed and aimed at the head with their continuous crossbows.
The bat monster became angry and rushed towards the two people. The two people wanted to dodge but it was too late because they didn't realize that the left forelimb of the bat monster had recovered by half and its speed had become faster!
But a human figure is faster than a bat monster!
who
Wu Zen!
He knocked the bat monster away from the side and used the momentum to slash through the sky with his long sword.
With just one knife, the waist of the bat monster was almost completely cut off, leaving only a thin layer of flesh connecting it. The inertia of the impact caused the bat monster's body to fold in half. It probably never dreamed that one day its teeth would penetrate its own butt.
The bat monster struggled to straighten its body. Muscle fibers grew out between the aligned waist fractures, like stringy glue. Its left forelimb was almost restored.
Wu Chan can give it a fatal blow, but he will be suspected of taking advantage of it.
Ma Sang seemed to understand Wu Chan's intention and shouted: "Kill this beast, don't let it fly."
Before he finished speaking, the motorcyclist sprinted forward, jumped on the back of the bat monster, grabbed its sharp blade-like ears with both hands, and tore them off forcefully.
The bat monster jumped up and down crazily in pain, but could not get rid of the man riding on its neck.
It kicked off its limbs and took off suddenly, but was hit on the top of its head by a punch and fell down again as if it had a concussion.
The motorcyclist pulled out two steel rods from the chest of the bat monster. One of them penetrated the bat monster's Tianling Cap, and the other penetrated into the upper jaw and penetrated from the mandible, tearing the monster's huge head. Nailed to the ground.
Then he struck the bat monster's neck with one palm, and inserted his other hand into it as well. Holding the gap with both hands, he used both arms to tear it apart.
Wow—
The head and shoulders of the bat monster are separated.
The central ball at the broken neck tried to escape, but was shattered by a punch. Another central ball popped out of the body from the tailbone and was exploded by the steel spikes of the crossbow.
Tear apart the demon with your bare hands
Wu Chan accidentally discovered the terrifying brute force of a motorcyclist that is different from ordinary people.
But he felt that the motorcyclist did not use superpowers, but simply relied on muscle power.
It is impossible to exercise to such a height based on the normal upper limit of human muscles.
unless…
Inject scarlet sin cells.
The motorcyclist turned to look at Wu Chan, his unruly eyes flashing with inhuman madness.
Wu Chan loosened his fingers and grasped the handle of the knife again.
PS: I'm busy with chores today, so I delayed updating until now. I'm extremely sorry! ! !