My future is invincible?

Chapter 13 Leave no one behind

Puhai, Laozha Police Station.

"You were beaten like this by a yellow monkey?"

Mr. Albert, the Chief Patrolman of the British Concession and a distant relative of the royal family, is now very angry.

The Sindhu people in front of them had broken limbs, bruised faces and noses. They were recruited to serve as patrolmen in Xinghan. They were as limp as their curry paste and hummed on the ground like smelly horse shit that had been crushed on the road, attracting attention.

"Sir, that's not just any yellow monkey. That's a yellow monkey that can sink a warship."

"He is Hanuman! The son of the wind god!"

"There is no way a mortal's gun can catch up with a god. Hanuman will disappear with the wind at any moment. When he reappears, he will be right beside us! Hanuman, forgive me!"

Hanuman, the monkey god in Sindhu mythology.

The Shentu police confused Huo Yuanjia and Lan Yi.

The Sindhu policeman with a red scarf on his head smelled of curry as soon as he opened his mouth. The strong smell of curry even made his English come out of his mouth in a roundabout way. The old white man Albert had to ask repeatedly several times before he could barely understand what this black and stupid gorilla was saying.

Damn, these Sindhu people are just as mentally retarded, lustful and impotent as their distant African cousins.

Albert cursed in his heart, his eyes almost spitting fire.

This distant relative of the royal family is certainly not a fool since he can hold the position of Chief Patrolman.

He had not expected this group of lowly monkeys to be able to bring the target back. They could sink the ironclad ship, and the dangerous existence of flying freely in the sky was not something that the Sindhu monkeys could deal with.

But this group of monkeys is so incompetent that they can't even bring back any useful information, which is really frustrating.

Mr. Albert selectively ignored the fact that there was also a group of pure-blooded League One guys at the scene, and they were equally incompetent and useless.

"Have fun, Albert. Just think of it as having fun."

A bearded white man in military uniform next to him was carefully wiping the saber in his hand. He had used this saber to chop off many heads with braids, and he had great respect for those heads.

"Colonel Kent, if Downing Street pursues the matter, you can have fun, but your uncle, our dear Prime Minister's Secretary, will definitely come to visit me with a whip."

Albert took a deep breath and added unhappily.

"After I am dismissed and return home!"

"Anyway, all the ships sank, and those annoying Junkers and Frenchmen had more ships sunk." Kent shook his head sneerfully, his saber almost wiped clean.

"...Well, now that you put it that way it is indeed fun."

The British League hates the French flag the most.

Whether it was the long and bloody war before, or the French king's later assistance, the British people were deeply disgusted. As for the Junkers, they were just because of the need for the next big meal.

So when Albert thought that they were suffering the same as himself, he suddenly felt much happier.

"Colonel Kent, you are so knowledgeable, what on earth do you think can fly in the sky?"

Albert's question made Kent frown.

This expert, who had traveled to many continents and fought with the natives of Nigo, Sindhu warriors, Yin warriors and boxing shamans, was also an expert in solving indigenous problems in the concession. He was a cruel executioner with blood on his hands. He had never seen a super life form that could fly in the sky, release thunder and sink ironclad ships.

It's not like Colonel Kent hasn't seen things that science can't explain.

When he was hunting in the Black Continent pretending to be an explorer, he had seen super anacondas, terrifying giant crocodiles, and wizards who could perform some tricks.

Those cute little mice can really cause a bit of trouble when they're not paying attention.

Whenever gunfire sounded, the result was always tragic death.

This Thunder Angel that suddenly appeared in the Far East was truly outrageous. Guns and cannons had no effect on him, and it seemed that he also had the ability to create other supernatural beings.

"Maybe they are aliens." Kent's nonsense was very close to the truth. "Why would the aliens help these yellow monkeys?"

"Too good or bad mood? When I was hunting in the Amazon, I saw cannibals killing each other, and I would help one of them depending on my mood... or kill them all."

Now is the time to hunt.

Kent was eager to add an alien trophy to his private collection, which was much more valuable than any anaconda or crocodile.

A red-headed patrolman hurried over to report.

"The Dongyang people are out."

Among the ironclad ships that were overturned and sank in the river, there were naturally warships of Dongyang people. Dongyang, which had finally turned the tables and became the master, sent troops from the concession at this time, shouting the slogan of severely punishing the violent Chinese.

"Let the Dongyang people pass and let them fight first." Albert gave the order.

This order was also heard by the people in other major powers.

When it comes to Far Eastern affairs, the great powers have always been clear-headed.

Dongyang is tied with a dog chain, the barbarians are intimidated by the dogs, and the civilized people are holding knives and forks. If there is a change at the table, loosen the dog chain and let the Dongyang people who are most afraid of retaliation go to test the waters.

These are hundreds of soldiers, armed with guns and cannons, well-trained and with strict military discipline.

If that Thunder Angel could handle this easily...

The great powers will have to reconsider their goals and policies in the Far East.

The so-called well-trained and strict military discipline in this era refers to the mobilization of small troops, and the preparation time is calculated in hours. In this land with a broken backbone, officers will deliberately indulge soldiers to vent in order to maintain their cruelty and fighting will.

To sum it up in twelve words: burning, killing, looting, raping and plundering, committing all kinds of evil.

If soldiers are not allowed to vent their anger, the soldiers fighting for the empire will shoot their officers in the back.

From the time Lan Yi sank the warship to the time the people of Dongyang sent troops to severely punish the violent Chinese, sixteen hours had actually passed. For the imperial colonial era, arranging everything for a deployment in sixteen hours was indeed extremely fast. After all, sixteen hours might not have been enough time for the corrupt court ministers to spit at each other and pull each other in the hall.

But for Lan Yi.

Sixteen hours were enough for him to create two hundred Qi-training warriors and four Qi-training great-achievement warriors.

Among these four martial artists who have achieved great success in Qi training, one has successfully broken through to the level of God training.

It was beyond Lan Yi's expectation.

At this time, the only person who practiced divine martial arts around Lan Yi was not Huo Yuanjia or Zhao Jian.

But a coachman.

His name is Geng Liangchen. He has a handsome appearance and sharp eyes. Although he is a humble rickshaw puller, he is fearless and aggressive. It is said that he came from Tianjin specifically to participate in the Jingwu Gymnastics Competition because he admires Huo Yuanjia.

I never thought I would meet Lan Yiciwu.

"One god training, three great Qi trainings, and two hundred Qi trainings."

"You still have the life cluster activated by me in your body."

"Go ahead, leave no one from Dongyang alive. If you can't do this..."

Expand [Cang Hua] Lan Yi, who was slowly replenishing his spiritual energy in the morning light, didn't finish his words, but the air became a little colder and dangerous.

Geng Liangchen had a pale complexion and a strange aura. The space behind his head was dark and terrifying. He bowed respectfully from the bottom of his heart.

"Respect the Immortal Master's order, leave no one alive!"

(End of this chapter)