Chapter 1817 Let’s talk after bombing
Gan Jiang and Mo Xie were a little stunned. Of course they were ready to fight at any time, but they never expected that the enemy that appeared in front of them would be of this type.
Of course, the man opposite Mao Yuanzuo, who was only forty years old, seemed not to have expected to encounter such an uninvited guest here.
The three of them stared at each other in silence, and the scene fell into an awkward situation for a time, as if it was a scene that should only appear in a surreal farce.
Of course, after the embarrassment lasted for a period of time, when everyone's momentum began to increase, and when the aggressive spirituality began to conflict, the atmosphere gradually became stagnant. Then, the absurd farce scene was switched to the set of an action movie.
The middle-aged man lowered his shoulders slightly, but showed a natural smile: "Actually, I was just passing by, can you believe it?"
The blue and green lightsabers were unsheathed at the same time, slashing diagonally towards his shoulder like lightning. Although the sword path looked like a simple cassock slash and reverse cassock, it actually included several changes, and the moves could be changed at any time.
In order to counter-tease, lift or thrust. But these are all feints. The real killing moves are actually directed at the Tiantu point in the throat.
This is the "Thirteen Swords of Tiantu" created by Lan Jiufeng and the Lingyan Association.
According to Lan Jiufeng, even if it is a guard with thick skin and full defense skills, the most vulnerable door is still at the throat. If this position encounters a heavy blow, even if it is not penetrated,
Just being burned may affect the opponent's spiritual veins, thus establishing a combat advantage from the beginning.
...Okay, the above statement is too metaphysical. To put it more rationally, the so-called "Thirteen Swords of Tiantu" are special psychic martial arts for close combat. The moves are cunning, subtle, and ruthless.
It's spicy, every move is deadly, and every move is about advancing and never retreating, filled with murderous intent.
Even if the opponent cannot be sent away at once, it can still have the effect of gaining a head start.
Gan Jiang and Mo Xie clearly felt the danger of each other and were not prepared to hold back at all.
However, this middle-aged man who looked like a young version of Mao Yuanzuo just lowered his shoulders, and his hands were covered by a pair of pitch-black armored fists that exuded a cold aura.
"The Thirteen Swords of Tiantu? That's the psychic version of the Longevity King's Three Axes. Haha, you actually used the tricks I created to deal with me?"
It's as if a fist made of ice blocks the blazing heat of the lightsaber. The millions of degrees of high temperature under the plasma is like being sucked into a black hole. The high-heat energy that can easily melt armor alloys, like
It was submerged into an abyss that was invisible to the naked eye, and there was no trace.
Even the magnetic field that restrained the plasma seemed to have disappeared, and the soothing "buzzing" sound was completely gone.
The twin girls tried to draw their swords, but they felt as if the lightsaber and their bodies were being pulled by a huge black hole's gravity, and they could not get rid of them no matter how hard they tried.
Of course, even so, the girls' expressions showed no panic, and even looked like they had suddenly realized something.
"I knew it was like this. What kind of Tiantu Sword is this? It doesn't fit in with the style of our spiritual seminar at first glance." Gan Jiang said loudly.
"Yes, how could Grand Master develop such a foul-smelling martial arts? It is indeed the fault of this old thief Mao!" Mo Xie echoed loudly.
Stinky martial arts? Aren't you very skilled in using them? The unidentified psychic who was suspected to be Mao Yuanzuo was angry for a moment, but then he lost his temper and said: "Then I am really disappointed. Since he is Lao Lan's disciple
, but it should be far from just this ability. You should do more."
Arms with vague spiritual composition stretched out from his back, like an eight-clawed spider opening its deadly claws ready to hunt.
"You should do better, right? Isn't it?" Mao Yuanzuo winked and acted frivolously, like a greasy old mercenary who had experienced many battles.
"I am very happy to teach you the cruelty of this real world on behalf of your great master. If you only have these old methods, it will be very miserable in a while..."
Before he finished speaking, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie simultaneously let go of their lightsabers and regained control of their bodies.
They got rid of the invisible gravity and quickly retreated. At the same time, they used telekinesis to activate the mechanism on the hilt of the lightsaber. The mechanism hidden on the hilt immediately activated, directly detonating the highly concentrated ion salt bomb.
The explosion flashing with electromagnetic turbulence covered all the space visible in the peripheral vision. At this time, the twin girls had already retreated from the bomb's counterattack. Their bodies were flashing with spiritual light, forming an absolutely unbreakable barrier.
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"This is a new trick." Gan Jiang had already pulled out the special pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger continuously.
What ejected from the muzzle was not a bullet, but a pencil-sized missile carrying an anti-alchemy warhead.
"This is also a new trick." Mo Xie even used magic to pull out two Vulcan cannons from an unknown space behind his back. The body of the gun and the barrel of the gun were visually much taller than her, but the girl was able to
One branch or so starts working.
The blue firelight accompanied the dense barrage, completely covering the figure of Mao Yuanzuo in the roar of firearms.
"Uncle Junior said that the Vulcan Cannon should be chosen with blue fire! You must be honest with me." Mo Xie grinned and showed off his teeth. He was obviously a young and beautiful girl with invincibility, but now his smile was a bit broken.
At the same moment, the general who had used up a magazine of missiles also took out a hand-held folding wave cannon from the space bag. He unfolded it and said: "His aura is the same as that of Mao Lao Thief, but his behavior is
But his behavior is not normal.”
Moye fired the gun enthusiastically and said, "It's true. We need to inform Master and Senior Brother. This is very important."
Ganjiang shrugged slowly and put the energy box on the deployed wave-phase cannon: "But I can't contact you. All communication methods, technological and psychic, have been blocked."
"Oh? That's not important. Let's talk about it later!"
The spacious underground garage of Mao Mansion was caught in a hail of bullets, lightning, and thunder. Two Raytheon S800 commercial flying cars and a Breeze Shipyard G18 intergalactic shuttle craft in the garage were swept in and were immediately shattered to pieces.
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It can be said that these vehicles are all high-end vehicles, but considering Mr. Mao's status, they are really unpretentious and low-key.
However, such violent gunfire and explosions exploded in the basement. Logically speaking, the entire mansion would have collapsed long ago, but this kind of building did not even tremble twice.
The ceiling, walls and floor of the basement all shone with spiritual light, shrouding this vast underground space in an independent space composed of mysticism.
As a result, the group of people who were having a meeting in the banquet hall on the first floor of the mansion knew absolutely nothing about the battle in the basement.
From the Prime Minister of the Imperial Guard and Marshal Ferragut to a group of congressmen, they all sat upright and listened to Mr. Mao Yuanzuo's speech: "Paul, you have been preparing for war and shrinking all the troops back to the earth. It's really hard on you. But, can you tell me?
How long can we resist in front of the imperial fleet?"
Marshal Ferragut was stroking the Marshal's staff under the table with one hand, and hesitantly pointed out three fingers with the other hand.
"Three days?" Prime Minister Konoe was slightly surprised.
"Thirty hours is still the most conservative estimate." The marshal grinned and shrugged: "Of course, this is drawn up by the staff. I am not a professional myself, so I can't tell clearly."
It's very interesting that the dignified marshal is not a professional yet.
"I don't want to boast about myself, but everyone, it is actually pointless for us to continue to resist. What's more, without swords and guns, where will the more than three billion civilians living in the earth and moon go?" Mao Yuanzuo said calmly.
"This is not a boast. Uncle...well, Mr. Mao, you are actually choosing to bear the infamy for the lives of the people. History will definitely give you justice." Hierro quickly added.
He is the vice president, but now he is also a qualified supporter. Therefore, Mr. Mao Yuanzuo, who has "faded" from the political and social circles for many years, suddenly became full of aura, even though he was actually just sitting calmly on the chair like a
A loyal elder who is harmless to humans and animals, but has more dignity and courage than any president of the community after Marshal Li.
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Compared with this calm old man, the impassioned and energetic President Keith Nishita, who is like a warrior who will never surrender, seems inexplicably like a pompous clown.
Later, Vice President Hierro said: "Everyone, we need to sign a formal announcement. Of course, as Mr. Mao said, everyone should do their part to ensure the operation of all institutions on the earth, maintain law and order, and maintain market stability.
.In addition, we need to notify all major star regions and all actual combat forces to stop military confrontation and successfully complete the transition from war to peace. Everyone, please remember that the smoother our work, the more we can prove our worth. We
"
"Are you going to surrender?" A voice directly interrupted the vice president.
The latter turned his head, and what he saw was the strange expression of Marshal Ferragut, with his eyebrows and eyes squeezed together, showing an indescribable yin and yang look.
Everyone present thought it was quite novel. They only knew that Marshal Ferragu was a cook by profession and was a best friend in the army who was personally promoted by Mao Yuanzuo. Although he had a prosperous official career, he was well-rounded and good at dancing. He was a kind and elegant man.
Although everyone doesn't think highly of him, at least they don't hate him.
How had they ever seen this diligent and simple good old man show such an aggressive side?
Facing Marshal Ferragu's unprecedented sharp gaze, Vice President Hierro was obviously a little uncomfortable. He turned his face slightly sideways, probably because he did not dare to look directly into his eyes.
The vice president said a little embarrassed: "Well, if you surrender. This can't be called surrender. It's just for the safety of the people and choosing reality..."
"No, we are surrendering!" Ferragu interrupted: "You will order the earth to surrender, and then you will also order the entire country to lay down their weapons. You will also issue a wide-area notification to the entire star field, requiring all soldiers to surrender.
Put down your weapons. The expedition fleet in the New World, the outer fleet in the Grand High Seas, the offshore fleet in New China... Of course, there is also the remaining company in the abyss. We are not qualified to live up to their determination, let alone Marshal Li and his ancestors.
Everything was built with the blood of 100 million people.”
"I never thought you would say such a great truth. This really doesn't suit you." Vice President Hierro's brows were twitching as he struggled to control his shame, anger and panic.
The ridicule on Marshal Ferragut's face became more and more obvious: "Besides, you don't have the authority. Even if you want to surrender, it is illegal for you."
"No, it's not legal..."
"So, isn't the legal head of the Blue Star Community President Keith Nishita? Mr. Vice President, after I was defeated and returned to Earth from the Mars Shipyard, I never saw the President again. However, today there is
This is a gathering." Marshal Ferragut scanned the scene, and when his eyes came into contact with Prime Minister Konoe, the other party shivered and began to tactically hold up the coffee, using the cup to cover his withered face without flesh and blood.
Marshal Ferragut did not hide his sneer. He was not ready to act at all now: "The Acting Chairman of the Defense Committee, Mr. Pegger, is not here, the Chairman of the Interior Committee, Mr. Shona, is not here, the Minister of Labor, Mr. Bai Yantang, the Minister of Women and Children, Jessica
·Ms. Edward Young is not here either, and Marshal Paris, the Minister of Military Command, is not here. Most importantly, the President is not here. Even if we want to seize power, we are really just a grassroots team."
"Rude guy! Don't forget who it is..." Vice President Hierro became angry and roared like an enraged gangster, but when he just slapped the table and stood up, he seemed to
He stopped talking as if the silence button was pressed, but saw his uncle frowning slightly and shaking his head at him.
Mao Yuanzuo's expression was natural, and he did not show any obvious anger, but his eyes seemed to be looking at garbage.
I, I am your nephew? Blood is thicker than water! Even though the Vice President really wanted to say this, he drooped his head dejectedly, took a step back, and sat back down with a bewildered gaffe.
On the chair.
Mao Yuanzuo looked at Marshal Ferragu again with a smile: "Marshal, you can say everything you want to say."
Facing this old benefactor who was thin and rickety, Marshal Ferragu obviously did not dare to be so arrogant as before. He just said quietly: "To be honest, Your Excellency, everyone on earth knows that I am just a cook.
You lifted it up with one hand..."
"You are joking, Marshal Ferragut." Mao Yuanzuo shook his head slightly, with a self-deprecating and open-minded smile: "Your joining the army and every promotion process are in compliance with the law. As for the cook... Hahaha, if I have to say that you
If I'm a cook, I'm just a sour old accountant."
Mao Yuanzuo's ancestors indeed first worked as accountants for the Imperial Governor's Mansion. Later, the entire family had people serving as senior bureaucrats in the Governor's Mansion for five consecutive generations, and some outstanding ones were even transferred to work under the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Speaking of which, Mr. Mao has an uncle who became the deputy secretary-general of the Prime Minister's Office! According to our ancient sayings on earth, isn't he at least a fifth-grade person? He is a heavenly being with immortal status, right?
From this perspective, all Mr. Mao Yuanzuo’s pro-imperial actions are natural.
So, why did he participate in the independence movement at that time? Based on his abilities and his family, if he had always regarded himself as a loyal minister of the empire, the independence movement might not be successful. And he, Mao Yuanzuo, could also bring his family to
The pinnacle, right? How could it be to make the Gongsun family more beautiful than before?
Marshal Ferragut stared at the other party and said in a tone that was almost pleading:
"Your Excellency, I am not a man from the moon. I studied logistics in the military academy, and it was also a short-term junior college course. Apart from me, the highest level of my classmates at that time was only brigadier general... Hehe, this is the result of my special care.
.Without you, this is my best
My career is over. You have been very kind to me, so I can't just watch you leave a reputation of duplicity in history. Since you were willing to choose to lead our independence movement with Marshal Li and Zhenren Lan, you will never
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