After Matsushima Hiro took some nutritional supplements, he left the house and headed to the dojo.
As a completely prosthetic human, Matsushima Hiro only needs a few kilowatt-hours of electricity to survive for a long time. He only needs a few peptides, metal ions and carbohydrates every few days, which only requires a dozen grams. However, he
Always maintain the habit of supplementing nutrients every day to ensure that your brain is always in a full state.
But after stepping out of the home protected by the security system, he realized something was wrong.
The streets are really too noisy. And this kind of noise is not the kind of indulgence and revelry that often occurs in this city at night, but another kind of noise full of oppression.
There were constant shouting and fighting sounds all around.
"What's going on?" Matsushima Hiro murmured to himself: "It shouldn't be. The local gangsters show no signs of transforming into a green forest."
With such doubts, Matsushima Hiro sent messages to several of his former disciples, asking about the recent situation.
Matsushima Hiroshi has many disciples, and only a few of them become athletes, but there are still many who join gangs and are recruited to become grassroots combatants in the government. He usually has little contact with these people. The only time he is likely to be affected is in the martial arts gym.
Next time, he would send a message and ask for some information.
And because they had been favored by him back then, those disciples were still willing to answer him as long as what he asked was not critical information.
"The official side has not received any news. They just said that they have not received the order to dispatch yet."
"But those who are currently living in the Maoist Party said that they want me to be careful about myself, because they will make big moves..."
Matsushima Hiro did not pursue the question. He also understood the ecology of those gang members to a certain extent. If those disciples had not yet mixed into the upper echelons, then they would not know the whole story at all, and it would be useless to ask. And if those disciples had already mixed into the upper echelons,
Then he would never reveal any useful information to himself, and asking would be in vain.
Suddenly, a white light flashed across the sky. Then the earth trembled slightly.
"In that direction... rob the trail? The territory of the Capacitor Gang?" Matsushima Hiro was stunned: "With a thermal weapon of this magnitude, the government may intervene at any time, right? Are the Brutal Hands crazy? They don't consider the consequences at all?"
He began to walk quickly towards the martial arts hall.
That bomb seemed to be some kind of signal, and the nearby gang members began to become fanatical quickly, especially the members of the Heavy Hand Party, who acted more and more unscrupulously. Matsushima Hiroshi knocked three gangsters unconscious on the road and disarmed them.
It took two times to successfully arrive at the martial arts gym.
This time, the entrance of the Iron Block Ryu Dojo was already crowded. When Matsushima Hiro approached, someone shouted: "Matsushima Normal School is here!" Then, the crowd automatically opened a path leading to
Within the dojo.
Matsushima Hiro looked around. This time there seemed to be more people than usual.
Soon, the owner of the Iron Block Style Dojo came out and said: "Songdao Normal School, you are here!"
According to seniority, this gym owner is already a disciple of Matsushima Hiroshi's nephew. Matsushima Hiroshi never cared about the ownership of the martial arts gym itself, only the management of the martial arts gym, so he never competed for the position of the gym leader.
.Although he has become more advanced in martial arts and has become more senior, he is still just a teacher.
But at times like this, the museum owner also has to rely on him.
"Songdao Normal University..." the director said, "This time it's up to you."
Matsushima Hiro nodded: "I'll do my best."
However, with a flash of his prosthetic eyes, he sent a message to the master of the martial arts gym: [We can only do our best. After all, we can only have light prosthetics and no internal strength at all. A missile is beyond my power.
Resistant.]
The master of the martial arts hall smiled bitterly; [But it is better than being unable to resist anything. Songdao Normal School can at least resist the attacks of ordinary martial artists. Many people here are counting on you. 】
He said at the same time: "Songdao Normal University, do you want to go and lecture others?"
Everyone hopes that this old martial artist can calm themselves down.
Matsushima Hiroshi nodded slowly, and then, he no longer entered the martial arts gym. Instead, he turned around, facing away from the gate of the martial arts gym, and calmly assumed a basic boxing stance of a mecha steel fist.
that is it.
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"Kill!" "Kill!"
At the entrance of the black market, the members of the Fierce Hands Gang and the Capacitor Gang had collided. Two warriors with low transformation rates charged at each other, bumped into each other head-on, and exchanged fists with each other. Then, bloody flowers bloomed under the neon lights.
The remaining flesh hanging on the body of the prosthetic body could not withstand the power of the body's fists and feet. The flesh and blood instantly lost its original appearance and turned into an unrecognizable mass. Although both warriors felt the pain, they did not stop there.
, but used similar fists to hit each other fiercely. In just three moves, the fierce gang member fell to the ground, with his internal organs flowing all over the floor.
Ignoring the flesh dripping from his body, the henchman from the Capacitor Gang pulled away and wanted to attack others. However, the fallen warrior from the Fierce Hand Party held his ankles and used a wrestling technique.
Stumbled to the ground.
The Capacitor Gang warrior wanted to move his feet to kick, but found that the Fierce Hand Gang warrior's hands were perfect, and he kicked several times in a row without causing any damage.
Then there was a burst of gunfire. The capacitor warrior was shot instantly.
The fierce warrior with a punctured intestine and belly was rescued by his own people and injected with white artificial plasma. His heart and lungs were both prosthetic, so they were not as easy to lose as natural internal organs. After losing most of his internal organs,
, he still retains considerable strength.
Although he lost most of his body, there was not much pain on the warrior's face. Because he knew that according to the rules of the gang, he would definitely have a better prosthetic body in the future.
These two warriors are just a part of this huge battlefield.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the depths of the black market, Ambrose, the double red stick of the Capacitor Gang, fled quickly. However, he was bitten by two black shadows.
"Go to hell, die, die!" Ambrose waved the long stick in his hand crazily, and the steel rod stabbed several of the gangsters away, tearing a path forcefully open. But the other two gangsters
However, Hong Guan took this opportunity and quickly came closer, closing the distance between them.
The least important part of cyber martial arts is "breathing", so while Andros was turning the long stick with his hands like a windmill to push back the enemy, he could still ask loudly: "What is wrong with you fierce hands?
Do you really want to fight to the death?"
"well said."
Suddenly, a cry that was severely distorted by the Doppler effect appeared. Ambrose secretly thought something bad just after hearing this sound.
Then, "Explosive Wind" broke through the wall and crushed him from where he was.
Tang Shagu broke through four walls before stopping. Behind him, a row of houses collapsed one after another.
He bumped into me.
This is the overwhelming advantage of heavy prosthetics over light prostheses. At this moment, Capacitor Gang's Double Red Stick Ambrose has become a pile of scrap metal on the ground, plus a small silver stain on Tang Shagu's upper arm.
Tang Shagu said with a ferocious smile: "We will not give up until you die!"
As he spoke, he looked at a camera on the corner of the street, and then gestured with his hands to shoot a submachine gun.
The information from this camera will indeed be forwarded to the government at the same time, but most of the time, the government will not deliberately look at it - there are too many cameras that they want to look at.
Tang Shagu's actions were aimed at the Capacitor Gang.
And Capacitor Gang White Paper Fan John Kansas looked at this scene and almost collapsed.
"Why? Why did those lunatics from the Fierce Hand Party come to attack us with all the strength of the association? Why do they say 'until death'? Where did we force them into a desperate situation, so they had to do this? That's not right...
...I am a white paper fan. If there is such a plan, how can I not know about it?"
The more John Kansas thought about it, the more unreasonable he felt, and he couldn't help but smashed the monitor in front of him angrily.
"It's completely unreasonable... It's totally unreasonable... And I don't plan to negotiate... No, it's not that I don't plan to negotiate, but I plan to cripple us before we can negotiate? However, in this case, the losses to the lower-level gang members will be too great.
A little bit wrong. Even if the masters in the gang are not lost and all the lower-level gang members are lost, the gang will lose its ability to execute. In this case, the Alloy faction will eat both of our families... No... It doesn't make sense.
Huh? There’s no sign of negotiation yet?”
Suddenly, the man in black robe opposite him said: "I remember that according to the information you provided, Tang Shagu is a master of internal skills, but not very good at external skills?"
John Kansas nodded: "What do you think your Majesty has to say?"
"From that man's body language, I could just read a sense of long-lasting killing. The move he used to kill Ambrose, the 'Olympus Pulse', was 100% more powerful than the regular moves.
Three deviations. Judging from these body movements, his 'killing' is not just a 'killing' for fun." The Six Dragon Cult envoy said: "This is a characteristic of the Green Forest." [Note: This is
"Olympus" refers specifically to the 27-kilometer-high mountain on Mars, the highest peak in the solar system.]
John Kansas exclaimed: "This is impossible! The Fierce Hands have not transformed into the accumulation of the green forest at all! They..."
"It's not about 'gang transforming into a green forest', but 'becoming a green forest'. This collective memory cannot be accumulated in a short time." The Six Dragons Cult envoy shook his head: "There must be someone behind them who gave them a share of the green forest.
Collective memory, I guess."
John Kansas was horrified and said: "The envoy, what should we do?"
The biggest characteristic of Green Forest thinking is "reckless of the consequences" - if they care about the consequences, it must be under the premise of "not affecting my enjoyment".
Under such circumstances, it is not surprising that the fierce gangsters would do anything.
The Six Dragon Cult envoy just sighed: "Green Forest is unpredictable and unpredictable. I don't know why they attacked you. It may just be because the lower-level members of your gang took an extra bite of candy in front of them, or
The posture of drinking water is unsightly. There is nothing you can do, just accept your fate. Our transaction is over. Although the result is not ideal, thank you."