My future is invincible?

Chapter 190 The Gods

Jackson was a special soldier.

Before the advent of the battle space, he was a member of the Amaliken CIA's black operations team. The tattoos on his wrists were the 5 and 7 of hearts from a playing card. These two cards were bad cards in Jackson's team, and tattooing bad cards on his body meant that he was a member who specialized in doing dirty work.

Waterboarding, torture, assassination and interrogation.

That's his job.

Jackson has displayed his talents countless times on his work objects in South America. If you ignore his work, from the outside, he is just an ordinary, slightly bald old white man in his forties. Such a face is not uncommon in South America.

Especially some remote or sensitive areas.

Jackson is very satisfied with his work.

He was able to make many restless and naughty ghosts disappear quietly for the benefit of Amaliken.

But since the advent of the war space.

He lost his job.

Simply put, Johnson was laid off.

Amaliken's CIA was forced to disband for some reason, along with the Parliament, the Environmental Protection Commission and other useless organizations. Chaos ensued, and the monks who came back from the battle space and gained knowledge from the Internet launched indiscriminate attacks on Wall Street and the White House.

Black, white, yellow and brown.

Cross, crescent, Indian and all kinds of others.

Male, female, androgynous, both male and female, and helicopter shopping bags.

The originally proud landscape of tolerance, freedom, and beauty quickly turned into a ruthless weapon for cleansing each other as everyone gained power and could make big news. As long as the label did not belong to their side, it was a recipe for death!
In this chaos.

Johnson, who specializes in doing dirty work, quickly stood out.

He got a new job.

The content of the new job was no different from when he worked for the CIA, except that the target of his work had changed to a trauma team.

hard to imagine.

The trauma team, whose business is to rescue clients and ensure their safety, actually has a private company army codenamed "Death". This well-equipped and well-mannered army has a team of talented people whose job is to eliminate in advance all threats that clients may encounter.

Maria, is a platinum client of the Trauma Team!

Yes, that's right.

Ingrey, a monster with sinful blood dripping from his pores, seemed to have suddenly found a conscience. After a physical examination, he considerately put the ignorant and illiterate Ms. Maria on the platinum customer list, and very generously paid for it out of his own pocket!

Trauma teams do.

Naturally, the other Ingres were unwilling to lag behind!

Honorary President of Gigantic Corporation, Umbrella's S-class AI prototype, Sunshine Ambassador of Military Technology, Shinra's perfect carrier, even Plague Inc. joined in the fun, casually snapping a photo and claiming she was the image spokesperson. As for other small forces, their methods were even wilder. If they couldn't touch Maria, they simply made up claims out of thin air, saying that she was their own Holy Mother, Saint, Prophet, President, Boss, etc.

The teacher is famous.

The big sharks watched eagerly, and with knives and forks in hand, they drove the nameless people out of the table first.

That's Jackson's job today.

Da da da! !

At this moment, Maria was at nine o'clock, in the rainforest twenty-five kilometers away.

Jackson and his teammates, wearing exoskeleton devices, holding Gauss rifles, wearing the most advanced psychic capture devices, carrying psychic light blades, and releasing nano bee swarms, carried out a brutal massacre against a group of people dressed like regular soldiers from the old era.

Rifles, grenades, mortars, drones, and even heavy artillery from the old army.

Facing the [Death] team, which had optical invisibility, superior defense, unmatched accuracy, and perfect tactics, they were ruthlessly and efficiently slaughtered by a one-versus-a-hundred team.

It was like the elite troops of the firepower era were slaughtering the miscellaneous soldiers armed with cold weapons!
"Huh...which wave is this?" Jackson ended the battle in three minutes and fifty-four seconds.

"The eleventh wave." The partner next to him answered calmly.

"These annoying flies keep chasing after customers and I can't kill them all no matter how hard I try." Jackson couldn't help but complain. He liked his job, but he didn't like this kind of meaningless slaughter.

The soldiers on the side took out blood bags to replenish blood and decomposers to destroy the bodies.

This is the battlefield for ordinary people.

Compared to psychic monks, it is ordinary.

At the second and third energy levels, they are equipped with sophisticated equipment, carry electromagnetic weapons, possess innate energy and life force, and participate in the battlefield with the assistance of artificial intelligence. The world they see is a digital world similar to a game.

This is what's happening in South America right now.

The strength of an ordinary people's army.

Blowing up a building is their limit.

As for the flies that were cleaned up by the [God of Death], they were pure cannon fodder. They were local South American monks who were randomly recruited and forcibly controlled by chips and curses. They were the kind that sat at the same table with the wild orcs.

And the psychic monk whose combat power is at the fourth energy level.

They create their own battlefield, select their opponents, and fight each other in a low-intensity and low-noise manner.

Because Mesitlai was not yet born.

The psychic monks around Maria, in the sky, underground, on the surface, and even on the sea, did not make any exaggerated noise. But almost every minute and every second, there were psychic monks who were injured and left the field, because they were not the top predators of this land.

Xiao Hongzhuan is one of these people.

It's just that the team he led did not participate in the battle.

As a temporary collaborator.

This team of psychic monks used the name of the private soldiers of Juno, the Lord of the Pantheon, as their cover.

We arrived safely near Bogota.

That's right.

At this moment on this land.

The real apex predator is the Pantheon, it’s Ingrey.

The truly powerful ones among them, psychic monks whose strength has climbed to the fifth or even sixth energy level, and who are revered as gods by their subordinates, have not taken action until now. The arrogant gods who are high above have their attention focused on Maria. The occasional deviation of their attention is basically biased intervention, helping the so-called gods to defeat the enemy.

Without God's favor, even if you can defeat the enemy in front of you, the end will not be much better.

Xiao Hongzhuan saw all of this.

"Oh, how arrogant..."

But this has nothing to do with him.

Xiao Hongzhuan was leading others to set up the venue in a temporary camp.

Arrange the venue for Lan Yiling.

Psychic monks have venues that suit them, and in encounter situations, their strength improvement will be particularly noticeable.

Old Demon Lan doesn't need these.

He only needed a coordinate, an accurate coordinate. When the time was right, he would just rush over and kill as many as he could. Otherwise, if he arrived too early, all the fish under the water would be scared away.

(End of this chapter)