The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 91 RPG!!!
This year's snowfall is much higher than before. Fortunately, the current mayor, Lincoln March, understands the righteousness and called on the upper reaches of the society to enthusiastically raise donations. He urgently built hundreds of temporary shelters for the homeless to avoid this winter's freezing weather. The case of dead Gotham citizens emerges.

On the outskirts of the city, the messy dark clouds are extremely low, almost sticking to the distant mountain pass, and the deserted moonlight leaks through the gaps in the tree crowns, sowing shadows.

Hastily shattered snow fluttered and echoed in the strong wind, splashing to the ground.

The regular snowflake diamonds are coupled with each other, embedded into each other like gears, and the process is silent, terrifyingly quiet.

The night owl assassins waited under the snow.

The sharp claws of these owls lurk around the mechanical arm, breathing through the hollow pipe directly above the snow surface,
Their heartbeats are extremely slow, boom, boom, like some kind of animal hiding in a tree hole and hibernating.

After waiting for a long time, the guests arrived.

The sound of dull footsteps spread through the snow layer, from far to near, the assassin slowly moved his body as if receiving instructions.

1000 meters, 600 meters, 300 meters,

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the assassins could even feel the vibration of the snow being lifted up and the soil being trampled.

With a distance of 30 meters, it's time to do it.

Without throwing cups as a sign, the night owls stepped on the muddy surface, rushed out of the snow layer with vigorous figures, and rose from the ground.

In the chaotic flying snow, the assassin finally saw Ren Tu's true face,
It was a three-meter-tall humanoid monster with a huge waist and abdomen. It was covered with armor made of cold black iron. It had two barb-shaped twisted horns on its head. Its eyes were red, and it looked like a shining candle in the night. , a pair of hook-shaped claws protruded from its mouth, rebellious like ivory.

This monster slowly plowed through the snow layer with its thick and short thighs. Iron chains as thick as human arms were wrapped around its arms, which were as thick as house beams. They swayed endlessly as it moved, making tinkling noises. There was a crisp sound.

Each of these iron chains is connected to two weapons. On the right hand is a bone-chopping butcher knife, made of pig iron, the size of a door panel, with a huge goat skull on the top, and the spine of the goat spreads all the way down to serve as the back of the knife.

Its left hand holds a curved hook, which is a huge hook used to hang livestock in slaughterhouses, and it is also very roughly engraved with deep blood grooves.

"Is this human slaughter??"

Doubts suddenly arose in Ye Xiao's assassins. They had seen photos of the battle scene, and the three-meter-tall monster in front of them was obviously different from Ren Tu.

However, before they could finish expressing their doubts, the Iron Butcher moved.

It slammed on the mud, the cracks spread, and the surrounding trees shook off the snow under the heavy shock.
The butcher threw his left hand behind his back, his huge body tilted slightly, and the iron chain wrapped around his left arm rattled and slid down quickly.

With a forward swing of the left hand, the meat hook is thrown,
The chain collapsed into a straight line, spanning a distance of 30 meters, swinging out arc traces,

Any trees that stood in front of the chains were cut off in the middle, and sawdust splashed. These holly trees that had grown for tens of hundreds of years slowly poured and collapsed.

boom!
The iron hook pierced through the chest of the assassin standing at the front, which was no more difficult than piercing snail meat with a toothpick.

on target,

The unlucky Night Owl Assassin lowered his head in a daze, looking at the "born" iron chain in his chest, a trace of confusion flashed in his weather-beaten eyes,
The butcher stood where he was, and lightly tugged on the chain,
The meat hook pierced into the back, and the assassin flew up. His feeble toes scraped a groove on the pure white snow, and flew towards his predetermined destiny like a smooth stone used to float water.

Boom!
The butcher pinched the assassin's neck, tilted his head, and stared at the dying victim with his red eyes.

The other night owls had already stepped on the snow, but the butcher unhurriedly took the assassin off the meat hook, held it high in the air, held the shoulder with one hand, and the leg with the other, and pinched both ends of the assassin's body.

Ever seen twisting a towel?The fluffy towel soaked in warm water was twisted with both hands, and the excess water was squeezed out, and it was drenched.

The butcher squeezed out the assassin's blood like wringing out a towel, opened his blood basin and gulped down the scarlet.

A monster, an undeniable monster.

The Night Owl Assassins have undergone unimaginably rigorous training, but even they, at this moment, are filled with dross from the bottom of their hearts—the fear rooted in the biological instinct.

This kind of fear is like an invisible big hand, piercing through the so-called tempered body, and holding the hearts of the assassins.

Fear turned into fuel, igniting the human bodies of the night owl's claws, driving them to pull out their blades, pick up their guns, and use all means to kill the steel butcher in front of them.

Useless.

The bullets from the rifle hit the butcher's thick armor, leaving only a small light white dent, while the bladed dagger, which is known as "cutting iron like mud", could not even break through the defense, except for the tooth-piercing hiss. Nothing but grinding.

The butcher swung the bone-chopping steel knife, and the door-like knife cut open a human body with tremendous force. The thick and warm plasma splashed on the snow surface, seeped down slowly, and spread down like tree roots.

The night owls didn't care about the sacrifices, like a firefly, filling every inch of space around the butcher with their pitiful and ridiculous bodies.

They bought time,

In a certain open space not far from the snow field, other night owls took out something from the iron box at their feet.

Rocket propelled grenade launcher, also known as RPG rocket launcher (Rocket Propelled Gremade).

This rocket launcher, named M136-AT4, is the main light anti-tank weapon of the US Army. It is equipped with Army infantry units and is specially used to deal with armored vehicles.

A night owl uncovered the front and rear protective seals, pointed at the butcher who was temporarily surrounded by the moment through the low-light scope,

The firing mechanism is activated, and the hollow-charge armor-piercing projectile under the copper-aluminum composite drug-shaped cover in the aluminum alloy gold venturi nozzle is ready to go.

The rocket, which was thick at the front and thin at the back, pulled out a clear tail flame in the air, and hit the target with an initial velocity close to 300 meters per second.

Contact, burning, and armor breaking, even 400mm rolled non-alloy armor will be torn apart by rockets, and after penetrating the armor, the charge can burst out in an instant with high temperature, high pressure, and large-scale lethality metal shards.

No human being could survive a frontal bombardment from an M136-AT4 - and if he did, he wouldn't be called human.

The night owls thought so, so they aimed at the smoky field and fired three more rockets.

It's ridiculous to say that the purchase price of this entire M136 rocket launcher is less than 1500 US dollars. Even with rocket ammunition, it cannot be compared with a slightly higher-end car.

But the night owl assassin who was killed by these rockets was hundreds of times as expensive as the former one.

"Is he dead?"

The assassins communicated on the communication channel, keeping a close eye on the noisy snow field.

(End of this chapter)