The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 130 Bodhisattva
Jin also opened the glass cabinet, and the black painted heavy armor was opened from the middle, exposing the densely packed fine parts.

As the huge body fills it, the internal gears of MARK II start to mesh, the worm gear starts to rotate, the motion sensor pushes the internal pad to fit the skin, and the external armor is reversed and stabilized.

A gleam of light flashed across the eyes of the armor, and Jin, who was wearing a heavy armor, stepped out.

The extremely oppressive body makes this refuge room a little narrow. With the launch of the armor's built-in AI, the gas internal circulation system began to operate, and the Ark reactor delivered an inexhaustible supply of surging power to every corner.

"Don't tell me, Tony Stark, that playboy who was hollowed out by his lust and money, really has two brushes." Jin Bin threw two punches at will, and the terrifyingly sophisticated additional power system made ordinary fists, Both have the general performance of pile drivers.

He casually took down the giant reinforced M134 rapid-fire machine gun from behind, held it in his hand, pointed towards the door, and said indifferently: "If you give me ten sets of armor like this, let alone the gangsters sweeping the East Coast." , even if you are in a war-torn warlord's melee, you can easily wipe out all the armed forces in the area."

Jin is not worried that he will die tonight. He has been in the United States for many years, and he has offended countless enemies. There is only one reason why he can live until now-those who came to seek revenge were all chopped into pieces and mixed into Among the meat sausages, they were fed to the bulldogs he raised in the manor.

Step, step, step.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the house, and the security personnel at the door made a decisive decision, stepped out of the house, and poured bullet chains into the narrow corridor.

The copper bullets were of no use to the pectoralis major, which was so bloody, and the distorted bullets were embedded in the flesh, which could only cause a shallow layer of scars, and light green blood could be seen sporadically shed.

"Little meat worm, crunchy!" Mao Ge wiped his chest with his big hand, and dropped bullet fragments all over the ground with a jingle. He grinned loudly, galloped in the corridor with a giant ax in his hand, and roared: "Waaagh !"

The guards in front of the gate are worthy of the name of the dead. Even if they are shocked to the point of tearing their liver and gallbladder, they can barely pick up their guns and try their best to shoot the last bullet in the magazine before being cut in two by the giant axe.

Jin, who was hidden in the steel armor, pulled the trigger of the machine gun, ignoring the guards who were still alive outside the door, and fired a 7.62mm caliber bullet at Brother Mao.

The drive motor that came with the machine gun provided energy to drive the track of the machine gun to rotate rapidly, and the long chain of ammunition that fell on the ground lost half of it in almost a second, turning into a river of death, splitting Brother Mao's waist and abdomen.

Green blood spurted out, Mao Ge staggered back two steps, before he stabilized his figure, Jin Bin pulled the trigger again.

The 134 rounds per minute rate of fire of the M3000 rapid-fire machine gun is too terrifying. Even primitive cells with incredible resilience can hardly win in this unequal consumption.

In an instant, Brother Mao's torso was completely turned into a puddle of minced meat, and the bloody green internal organs were sprinkled all over the floor. From the open chest cavity, one could even vaguely see the beating heart.

The huge body fell to the ground with a bang, Brother Mao's eyes lost their expression in an instant, and the giant ax in his hand fell down, submerged in a pool of green blood.

Jin Bin indifferently let go of the trigger finger, walked to the middle of the corridor, and stepped heavily on Mao Ge's ugly and savage head.

With a bang, Brother Mao's left eye popped out, Gululu rolled to the ground, and the pale yellow optic nerve hung in the air like a lotus root.

"Come out, I know you are there." Jin Bing's voice was extremely loud under the blessing of the armored broadcasting system, he stared at the end of the corridor, and shouted loudly: "I have seen the surveillance video downstairs, I know There are two of you, your partner is dead, don't you want to avenge him?"

"Revenge? What kind of revenge?" A rough voice sounded in the distance, and Gogo, who was holding a giant chainsaw, walked up indifferently, looked at Jin Bin's Mao Ge, and said regretfully: "Oh, my Good brother, I'm going to take a shit, why did you rush to the street? I have to do it."

"Fart, I just accidentally let this tin can shoot first."

The flesh-like dead body under Jin Bin's feet suddenly spoke in a fit of anger, so frightened that the underworld emperor had a heart attack.

The MARK II armor took a few steps back, Jin Bing stared at the green-skinned "dead corpse" who had one of his eyes popped out and was still cursing.

"Mother Xipi, hey, it hurts, it hurts to death,"

Brother Mao reluctantly raised his arm, groped around on the ground, and finally found the eyeball he had dropped on the ground, and pressed it into the eye socket like swallowing a jujube.

Rao is Jin Bing who has done many evil things and has a big nerve. Facing the hellish scene in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a chill behind his back.

"Mother Xipi, mother Xipi, I lost one of my kidneys."

Brother Mao was talking to himself, and stuffed the sewer organs that were flowing randomly on the ground back into his abdominal cavity, and then spat thick phlegm into the palm of his hand, sticking it on his belly.

The thick green phlegm seemed to have self-awareness, squirming and bouncing, quickly repairing the abdominal scars, and after a breath, Mao Ge, whose left eyeball was still askew, stood up tremblingly, leaning on a giant ax to attack Jin Bing cursed, "You bastard, I didn't even intend to kill you, why are you so cruel?"

Didn't want to kill me?
Jin Bin glanced at the dead bodies of guards lying in the corridor, and resolutely pulled the trigger of the machine gun again.

But this time, Brother Mao moved faster than him.

The green hands grasped the barrel of the rotary machine gun and pulled it hard. The huge amount of mitochondria in the primitive cells released an inexhaustible energy, defeated the steel body in the wrestling, and snatched the machine gun.

"Hehehe, this machine gun is really a good thing." Brother Mao dropped his giant axe, picked up the m134 rapid-fire machine gun, and said to Jin seriously: "The Great God once told me that there is a Bodhisattva in the Western Heaven, named Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva, after practicing the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, I can see that the five aggregates are all empty, holding six pipes, turning them into the supreme dharma vessel, one pipe and one sound, forming a six-syllable mantra, which can save all living beings."

"What a mess!" Jin Bing let go of the rotary machine gun without heartache. The vector jet propeller under his feet shot up pale flames, and his giant body was suspended in the air. A tiny missile, all fired at Brother Mao, "Try this."

Half a second later, a huge explosion swept across the entire house. If the penguin hiding in the corner hadn't held up a reinforced umbrella to block him, he might have been turned into coke in the explosion.

In fact, at the moment the missile exploded, Jin Bin had already flown out of the window. He was a gangster emperor rather than a soldier, so there was no need to stay here and continue fighting—after all, these two green-skinned monsters were definitely not all the trump cards of the attacking forces.

The MARK II heavy armor shattered the thick wall, and in the next second, Jin Bin was able to escape from the sky, regroup, and wait for the next comeback.

However, a big green hand gripped his ankle armor tightly like a shackle.

Jin Bin turned his head and saw Brother Mao with scorched skin, scars all over his body, bleeding profusely but grinning, showing ferocious fangs, "You still want to run if you pretend to be forced?"

Brother Mao's feet dug deep into the floor, grabbed Jin Bin with one hand, and pulled the trigger of the machine gun with the other hand.

And Brother Gou who rushed over also leaped into the air, brandished a wild chainsaw, and slashed at the golden and armored neck.

(End of this chapter)