High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 77 Spiritual Vision Locks on the Enemy

Lei Zhen slammed the heavy mechanical right arm down on the wooden crate next to him, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

The supreme commander of Golden Harvest Farm unleashed his full power of murderous aura, which was at the peak of the Awakening Realm.

"Sound the highest combat alert! Lock down the entire area!"

Lei Zhen had an extremely loud voice and immediately switched to a full-band public channel.

"The entire guard team, put on exoskeletons! Lock all gates! Without my order, not even a mutated rat is allowed to leave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ring of glaring red warning lights flashed wildly on the fifteen-meter-high composite alloy wall surrounding the farm.

The piercing buzzing sound echoed through the night sky.

The high-voltage electric grid rune array embedded inside the wall was operating at full power, and 30,000 volts of blue electric arcs crackled on the top of the wall, instantly filling the air with a strong smell of ozone.

The four corner "Fire Rain" close-in weapon systems simultaneously disengaged from standby mode.

The six-barreled 20mm caliber gun barrels emitted a deep hum as the mechanical bearings rotated, and the automatic target acquisition radar completely covered the airspace above and around the entire living area.

Fifteen high-powered psionic searchlights lit up from various high points, their stark white beams sweeping back and forth between the buildings in the residential area.

In less than a minute, this wasteland granary, which had been feasting on meat just moments before, was transformed into a heavily armed steel cage.

On the Sharp Sword Team's side, Zhang Hao had already drawn his alloy longsword, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

"Listen up, everyone. The target is the evil followers of the Blood Feeding Cult."

These bastards will do anything to nourish the "blood gu" within them.

Zhang Hao spoke very quickly, his gaze sweeping over the team members in front of him. "They usually have purplish-black bloody patterns on their bodies, and they are extremely bloodthirsty."

Once a target with these characteristics is spotted, close-quarters combat is strictly prohibited. Immediately maintain distance, fire warning shots, and call for artillery support!

Zhang Hao quickly assigned defense zones.

"Wang Meng, take this axe and seal off the gate to the eastern residential area. Anyone, whether from the farm or anyone else, who dares to force their way in at this time, just chop them down."

Old Liu, go and help guard the supply route at the west entrance.

Gu Yun, Lin Qing, you two go to the patrol route along the outer wall and keep a close watch on every blind spot!

Without a word, the men drew their weapons and dispersed.

Although Gu Yun usually has a slight obsession with cleanliness, when it comes to this kind of desperate situation, this young master of the inner city holds the military tactical knife more steadily than anyone else.

Zhang Hao turned his head and his gaze fell on the "Thunderfire-3" assault rifle that Han Feng was holding.

In the afternoon at the abandoned shooting range, Han Feng used this broken gun that was almost beyond repair.

The image of a regular steel-core bullet costing two yuan per round piercing through a second-tier armor plate was now exceptionally clear in Zhang Hao's mind.

"Han Feng".

Zhang Hao pointed to a building slightly to the right of the center of the farm's living area, "That's the No. 3 abandoned water tower, the highest point in the entire living area."

Take this gun and go up there, block off all escape routes that lead off the ground.

Anyone who tries to escape from the rooftops or alleyways above will be shot on sight!

"clear."

Han Feng, carrying the rifle in one hand, cocked it with a click and turned to run towards the water tower.

Gu Yun watched Han Feng's figure quickly disappear into the night and opened her mouth.

The habitual "Be careful" rolled around in his throat, but he ultimately swallowed it down.

Han Feng was extremely fast.

With a total Qi and Blood amount of 950 points at the eighth level of Body Tempering, he could generate an extremely strong recoil force with every stomp of the ground.

A few minutes later, he climbed up the rusty iron ladder and reached the top of the 30-meter-high No. 3 water tower in a few steps.

The wind from above, carrying sand and dust from the wasteland, swept towards us.

Han Feng knelt on the edge of the metal sheet at the top of the water tower and placed the barrel of the "Thunderfire-3" gun on the railing.

The living area below has been fragmented by beams of light from various flashlights and searchlights.

Han Feng took a deep breath and closed his eyes. With a slight thought, his [Spiritual Vision] talent was activated.

When he opened his eyes again, the physical appearances in his vision were completely stripped away.

The reinforced concrete buildings turned into translucent gray-white lines, and the underground psionic pipes flowed with a pale blue halo.

The guards who were searching around with guns were actually clusters of moving white auras of blood and energy.

Han Feng focused his attention intently. He memorized the residual energy characteristics from the hole in Grandpa Qian's chest.

Dark red, filthy, and sticky, it carried a nauseating sense of brutality and hunger.

Using the water tower as the center and this special energy characteristic as an anchor point, he began to scan the complex buildings below one by one.

The spiritual vision was extremely taxing on his mental energy, and Han Feng's temples began to throb.

Two minutes later, his gaze suddenly stopped on an old tenement building.

North District, Building No. 7.

Under the high-dimensional vision of the spiritual eye, a ball of extremely unstable dark red energy was lurking in the innermost room on the third floor of that building.

This mass of energy was like a deformed heart beating violently, constantly exhaling blackish-red mist.

What made Han Feng's heart tighten even more was that less than two meters away from that violent dark red energy, there were two extremely faint white light spots.

Those were the auras of two ordinary people.

Judging from the volume and intensity of the energy, the owner of these two spots of light is definitely no more than ten years old.

There are hostages.

Han Feng immediately pressed the communication button on his headset, speaking in a very low voice, but his words were exceptionally clear.

"Captain, minefield commander."

Target location confirmed. North District, Building 7, third floor, easternmost inner room.

Han Feng's fingers gripped the trigger guard tightly. "The target's condition is extremely unstable."

In addition, there were two civilians in the room who appeared to be children. The target was less than two meters away from the hostage.

""

There was a brief silence on the communication channel.

"receive."

Zhang Hao's voice came through the earpiece, carrying a chilling tone: "One squad of the guards, stealthily approach Building No. 7."

Without my order, you are absolutely not allowed to fire, so as to avoid accidentally injuring the hostages.

"Han Feng, from this vantage point, lock that room's window tightly and find a chance to smash that bastard's head open!"

"clear."

Han Feng rested the rifle butt against his shoulder and put his right eye on the old iron sights.

In my field of vision, that dark red energy was moving erratically back and forth in the room.

On the street below, twelve fully armed retired veterans of the guard team, wearing exoskeleton armor, moved quickly toward Building No. 7 along the shadows at the base of the wall, taking advantage of the darkness.

Their alloy combat boots made almost no extra sound as they stepped on the muddy ground.

The encirclement is tightening silently.

The first guard, armed with a psionic assault rifle, had just reached the rusty security door on the first floor of Building 7 and was about to reach for the handle when...

The dark red energy in the inner room on the third floor suddenly surged like a wild beast that had been completely enraged, without any warning!

"boom!"

A deafening roar.

The easternmost window on the third floor of Building 7, along with most of the brick wall, was blown apart from the inside out!

Broken bricks and shards of glass rained down on the street below like bullets.

Amidst the billowing dust, a gaunt, dark figure shot out diagonally from the breach on the third floor like a cannonball!

Han Feng's eyes were fixed on the scope.

He was a man wearing the farm's uniform blue overalls.

But the clothes looked extremely large and empty on him, because he was so emaciated that he was no longer recognizable as a human.

What was most horrifying was his face and exposed arms, which were covered with thick, purplish-black blood vessels that bulged out like earthworms.

Instead of holding the two children hostage in the room, the man chose the most direct and violent way to break out.

He didn't even look at the guards downstairs; his target was a dark alleyway not far away that led to an underground sewage pipe.

"Fire!" the squad leader downstairs roared.

Twelve psionic assault rifles simultaneously unleashed blinding flames.

A dense hail of bullets wove together in mid-air, forming a net of fire with no blind spots, heading straight for the gaunt man in mid-air.

In the fraction of a second that those dozen or so armor-piercing rounds were about to tear the target's body apart...

The man's previously withered skin suddenly began to twitch violently.

Immediately afterwards, a thick, rich, dark red blood light burst forth from his pores.

The blood-red light solidified into a semi-transparent, dark red, semi-circular shield less than an inch from his body.

"Jingle bells—!"

A series of rapid metallic clanging sounds exploded in mid-air.

Those rifle bullets, powerful enough to pierce the scales of a first-tier demon beast, struck the seemingly thin "blood-light shield" as if they were hitting an extremely resilient rubber wall.

The bullets' kinetic energy was quickly consumed and deflected by the dark red blood-red light, and they eventually lost power and fell into the muddy water below.

The guards' concentrated fire didn't even scratch him!

The gaunt man let out a roar that was not human, and with the force of the bullet, his body rose two meters into the air before crashing heavily down into the alleyway, the weakest point in the encirclement.