Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Liu Zheng said to the driver.

Although preparations were made to bomb the monk, the possibility of failure had to be considered.

If the operation fails or is incomplete, then the doctors will have to fight these bald monks head-on.

"it is good."

The driver stepped on the gas, and the hunting dog immediately started running happily on the road.

"Hurry up."

Liu Zheng urged.

The old monk was incredibly fast; he was close to the tank in the blink of an eye.

"as you wish."

That's exactly what the driver was waiting for.

He lifted the cover next to the joystick, revealing a large red button inside, and then punched it down.

A chrysanthemum-shaped exhaust pipe, consisting of a main exhaust pipe and a ring of auxiliary exhaust pipes, protruded from the hound's rear end, then simultaneously spewed out blue flames.

"hiss!"

Liu Zhengju's chrysanthemum tightened as he saw this through the periscope, and his sphincter began to ache.

The last time he competed against the mailman, he ate "NO propellant" and the scene was exactly the same.

With the help of the propellant, the tank's speed doubled again, transforming it from a Corgi among dogs into a Greyhound among dogs.

The old monk's figure gradually receded into the distance in the periscope.

"Amitabha. As expected of the people from the Bloody Restaurant, they do have some skills."

The old monk wasn't particularly surprised.

The Bloody Restaurant was infamous, and even they had heard of it in the metaverse.

However, he could also tell that the deliveryman had come specifically to rescue the person.

Since it's a private matter, let's each rely on our own abilities.

"Disciples, lend this old monk a hand."

The old monk shouted.

"I will obey the elder's decree."

The cyber monks raised their right arms, and the QR code patterns fell off and flew towards him.

Seeing this, the old monk also raised his right arm, absorbing the QR codes into his own pattern, which then automatically transformed into a large, glowing swastika.

"Amitabha."

He chanted a Buddhist prayer, his tone slightly somber.

Although this method of transferring power via QR codes is not dangerous, it requires a great deal of computing power and storage capacity from the recipient.

If he were at his peak, it would be fine, but now that his strength is less than half, using this method would be a bit of a stretch.

The old monk felt a throbbing pain between his eyebrows, and his relic was about to split open. If he didn't release it quickly, he feared he would be harmed by the backlash of his power.

"One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi."

The old monk chanted a verse as he spread his five fingers and reached for the tank.

A huge, phantom hand appeared above the tank, grasping the entire tank.

The hunting dogs, which used to run freely, were now like caged animals, only able to dig in the dirt and let out mournful howls.

"Colonel, the hunting dogs should be capable of more than just this, shouldn't they?"

Liu Zheng provoked him.

"Of course, the hounds are capable of more than just this. But if I really make a move, you'll all have to get out of the car."

the driver said.

As a seasoned veteran, the driver naturally knows where the line is drawn.

Firing a few bullets to block a laser can be called an accidental trigger, but forcibly breaking through the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand can't be called stepping on the wrong gas pedal.

After all, if the driver wanted to, he could simply throw Liu Zheng and the others out of the car, and they would naturally let him leave.

"Alright, that's about enough for now."

Liu Zheng glanced around. They were currently located near a park, with the nearest residential buildings dozens of meters away, and naturally, there was no one in the park.

He didn't know how powerful the airstrike was, and if it still caused friendly fire, there was nothing he could do.

After all, that's all he's capable of; he's already doing well enough to protect the people around him.

"Then let your show begin. It's been a while since I've seen an air raid, so I hope those gray bastards don't turn out as soft as their borscht."

The driver's face broke into a chilling smile.

"I'm not worried about that. I'm just worried that the airstrikes will be too powerful and take us all with them."

Liu Zheng complained.

"Don't doubt my expertise in tank modification. If those gray bastards really surprise me, I don't mind sacrificing myself to help you take the bombs."

The driver said firmly.

"The Colonel is mighty."

He gave a thumbs-up with his four tentacles in praise.

It's hard to say about other things, but the driver definitely wouldn't lie about his relationship with Red Ghost; that would be tantamount to denying his own existence.

"Go on, let's set off some big fireworks. The Metropolitan City's night sky hasn't been lit up in ages."

The driver said quietly, his tone tinged with sadness.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng took out the air raid siren and the Frogfish King's siren bag, then opened the hatch and crawled out of the tank.

“Amitabha. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. I urge you, benefactor, to turn back to the shore.”

The old monk saw him and immediately spoke.

"Heaven above is watching. The law is all-encompassing. I advise the monk to stop immediately."

Liu Zheng retorted sharply.

"You jest, benefactor. When the Bloody Restaurant forcibly delivers takeout and takes lives, does it ever care about the law?"

The old monk spoke with a hint of sarcasm.

"That makes sense, let's see what you say then."

He nodded.

"Under the mouth?"

The old monk was stunned for a moment, and then saw Liu Zheng stuff the Frog Fish King's sac into his mouth.

Name: Frogfish King's Sound Bag (Disposable)

Type: Item

Quality: Excellent

"Effect: Generates a powerful, indiscriminate sonic attack upon use."

"Note: Use in public places is strictly prohibited. Violators will be fined and imprisoned for a term of ten to one hundred years."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Gugua!"

His cheeks puffed up high, then instantly deflated.

Just as the massive sound waves were about to spread outwards, they were completely absorbed by the air raid siren.

"Diamond Finger!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the old monk clenched his fist, stuck his thumb through his index and middle fingers, and plunged it in hard.

The phantom of Buddha's hand also clenched its fist and extended its fingers, thrusting towards Liu Zheng.

Even before the Vajra Finger touched him, the residual power it emitted caused his bones to creak and groan.

If it were hit, it would probably be shattered into a pile of flesh and bone dust on the spot.

Unfortunately, Liu Zheng reacted even faster, throwing away the air raid siren and retreating back into the tank.

The Vajra Finger struck the falling hatch, producing a loud crash. The tank bounced slightly and then fell back down under the reaction force, creating dents and cracks in the ground.

A shallow dent, about the size of a Buddha's finger, has appeared on the waxy outer shell of the hatch.

"This monk is quite skilled. If it were a kitten, it might have actually had its armor penetrated by him."

"That's what the driver commented."

"what about now?"

"Now? Now, even if he breaks his own finger, he can't scratch the paint off the hound."

The driver said confidently.

In order not to lose face in front of his old rival, he spared no expense in this renovation; the little money Liu Zheng gave him wasn't even enough to cover the cost of materials.

However, those waxy shells can be recycled and reused, so he can say that they were used to test new modification projects, so it's not a big problem.

As the two were talking, the air raid siren that Liu Zheng had thrown into the air was activated.

Name: Hand-cranked air raid siren

Type: Equipment

Quality: Excellent

"Effect 1: Releases a large-scale sonic attack after use."

"Effect 2: Can be used in conjunction with other sonic items or skills. When the power reaches its maximum, it will summon a large-scale air raid. The item will be automatically destroyed after this effect is triggered."

"Note: If you sound the sirens when none of the streets around you are sounding them, you will become a target of an air raid."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: No"

Having absorbed the enormous sonic energy generated by the Frogfish King's vocal sac, the air raid siren undoubtedly triggered effect two.

The lever, resembling a tractor starter, spun rapidly, and a piercing alarm blared across the sky.

A bomber painted in yellow-green, with a streamlined fuselage and elliptical planar wings and tail, flew out of the clouds.

It has a white background with a black cross on both wings and fuselage, and a swastika symbol that rotates 45° counterclockwise on the tail.

"Ah, it's our vulture."

The driver's face lit up with surprise.

"Is this your plane?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“That’s right. This is the He 111 medium bomber, but we usually call it the ‘Vulture.’ Its power and firepower are excellent, and it’s as reliable in a bomber as my kitten is in a heavy tank.”

The driver explained.

He also did not expect that the first bomber summoned by the air raid siren provided by Red Ghost would be their "Vulture".

"Looks like those gray beasts still remember the fear of being dominated by our iron birds."

The driver said smugly.

Liu Zheng glanced at him, but politely didn't expose him.

What he really wanted to say was that, given Red Ghost's personality, this air raid siren was very likely a captured war trophy.

"Da da da"

The bomber's cannons spewed out dazzling tongues of fire, and bullets as thick as a wrist rained down.

The bullets were almost all fired at the monks.