The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 129
The punisher leaned against the alley wall, quietly and slowly moved to the corner of the alley, poked his head out of the wall, and peeped at the entrance of the Jinbin Building.

On the marble steps lay more than a dozen corpses of security personnel in black suits. Their limbs were more or less mutilated, and dripping blood gushed out from the wounds and slowly dripped down the edge of the steps.

The ones who created such a spectacular scene were two burly green-skinned men named Gogo and Maoge.

Both of them were wearing thick armor like a door panel. The armor was decorated with dense iron nails and thorns, and it was also inlaid with plastic skulls bought from a gothic jewelry store. They looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

Brother Mao took a deep breath, put the blood-stained cast iron giant ax on the ground, and used his fingers to snap off the copper bullet embedded in the thick skin—the green skin cultivated by primitive cells has a medium level of self-improvement. Healing ability, as long as the chest and head are not completely smashed, they can basically grow back.

Brother Mao scratched his furry armpits with his stubby fingers, glanced at Brother Eng indifferently, and said in a low voice: "I told you a long time ago, don't fix those fancy things, look at you, you have to use this Messy things as weapons."

I saw two high-power heavy-duty gasoline chainsaws in Goge’s hands. The inverted teeth of the chainsaw blades were covered with fine minced meat, and one or two white bone fragments could be vaguely seen—it should be in the process of beheading people. It was stuck by the flesh and blood, no matter how much the brother tossed and tossed, he couldn't start it.

"Mother Xipi, the shopping guide lady in the supermarket told me that this chain saw is good for tree-cutting thieves, why can't it cut people?"

Gogo threw a gasoline chainsaw on the ground angrily, pressed the blade with his big foot, and snapped the steel blade violently with his palm.

"The Great God once said that there are always more solutions than difficulties. As long as there is a scientific worldview and methodology, there is no problem that cannot be solved." Gogo said to himself, and brutally stuffed the blade into another chainsaw notch, and tapped the case back and forth with the palm of a cattail fan, muttering, "I thought, this thing should be so neat"

After a while, Brother Gou picked up the chain saw that had been roughly loaded with two blades, and pressed the button. With the sound of the engine, the chain saw, which seemed to be crumbling and about to fall apart at any time, started to spin, and it was faster than before. It turned faster and harder, like a round of green moonlight.

The punisher, who was watching from a distance, widened his eyes, and complained frantically in his heart: "This, isn't this shit too unscientific?!"

Brother Gou picked up the chainsaw, with a rippling smile on his ugly face, he turned his head and said, "By the way, Brother Mao, the index of experimental materials given by God Li Ang is ten. Are we captured together and counted as ten? Or are we captured alone?" How about ten?"

"It should be considered single." Brother Mao frowned, his eyes glowing with a gleam of wit, "Anyway, we are going to catch that little meat man named Jin Bing tonight, and he has many The real identity information of the Transcendent. As long as you get him, you can follow the clues in minutes and grab a series of experimental materials in one go.

At that time, the Great God Long Yan Dayue, you and I will have a higher status in the laboratory, and maybe even change into a serious official worker."

The two of them looked at each other with a smile, hooked their shoulders together, and their figures gradually disappeared into the main entrance of Jinbin Building.

And the punisher who was going to come out to kill tonight was silently thinking about their words in the dark.

"Who is the Great God? Which faction do these two green-skinned strong men belong to? What are they going to do to capture the Transcendent?"

These questions weighed on the mind of the punisher. Although the dark premonition told him not to meddle in his own business, the punisher still convinced himself with the reason of "I'm just watching from the sidelines, and if there is something wrong, I will evacuate immediately", leave the dark alley, avoid The line of sight of the surveillance camera moved towards the Jinbin Building.

In the past, this high-rise building was filled with armed security personnel patrolling everywhere, but at this moment it was completely silent, except for the occasional loud gunshots that sounded but then stopped immediately, there was no sound at all.

Jin Bin's refuge room was on the top floor. It was an elegant and luxurious room with hundreds of millimeters of homogeneous steel plates embedded in the walls, which could resist artillery bombardment.

"What an unlucky day." Jin Bin muttered to himself, sitting on the sofa, smiling at the trembling penguin beside him and said, "Mr. Breaking in, if you hadn't known me for many years, I'm afraid I would have suspected that you deliberately tricked me."

Jin Bing is a burly and bald man with an extremely oppressive body over two meters tall, fat but not obese, and explosive muscle lines are hidden under his pale skin.

"Where, how could I cheat you?" Penguin responded with a forced smile, taking out a towel from his pocket with his big carrot-like fingers, and wiped the cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

He was really convinced, and the bad things haven't stopped in the past year, even if he fled from his hometown of Gotham to New York, death followed him like a tarsus maggot.

"Hehe, Mr. Cobblepot, we scumbags who do evil things like us, the list of crimes that we have pulled out is probably too numerous to read." Jin Bin shook his head and said peacefully, "If you want to live in peace, you can only use Thunderbolt The means to completely crush and kill those murderers hiding in the dark.

Whoever comes tonight will be destroyed by me.At this point, you needn't worry. "

Penguin nodded and said yes, and glanced at the guards blocking the door, holding long guns and short cannons, and the top soldiers they had received rigorous training, each of whom was willing to be gold and block the incoming bullets.

As if aware of the penguin's gaze, Jin smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Copperpot, New York is no better than Gotham. The criminals here are all lunatics with extraordinary abilities. In order to protect my sacred and inviolable private property, In order to protect the safety of my life, I spent a lot of money."

He snapped his fingers, and the floor behind the sofa suddenly began to fold, and from the exposed pitch-black space, a glass vessel rose up, inside which was a lacquered black steel armor with an industrial aesthetic.

"The MARK II heavy armor sold by Stark to the U.S. military," Jin Bin said indifferently under the stunned eyes of the penguin: "I used my relationship in Washington, and it was hard to replace the damaged products in batches. Find barely adequate parts and assemble this heavy armor that can hold me. With it, any super-powered criminal will be helpless against me."

(End of this chapter)