The absolute gem of a certain comic series

The soldier faced the slow-moving armored city and gave a warning.

"Please note that we have arrived at the jurisdiction of "Tokyo", please stop immediately! Stop now! ! "

One sentence was repeated over and over again.

Wuming's bad temper came back and he was very unhappy. He felt like flies were flying around his ears. He was so annoyed!

He picked up the modified steam gun of the samurai who was innocently watching the fun next to him and fired it. He raised the gun, aimed and fired, all in one go.

boom!

"No!" Kurusu said a step too late.

The soldiers below with loudspeakers had long noticed that these people were irritants. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and quickly hid in the car in advance and closed the car window.

Bang! With a sound, the bullet was shot away by the glass bullet.

Under the sunlight, the glass was as smooth as new, without even a scratch.

The soldier no longer dared to take the risk of being shot in the head. He raised the horn at the front of the car and sat in the passenger seat and spoke slowly.

"Outside survivors, please pay attention to your every move. "Tokyo" is not an area for you to mess around. Once again, stop the Iron Castle immediately, put down your weapons, get out of the car and wait for inspection..."

what? !

Kurusu was surprised. Why was this transparent glass so hard that jet bullets couldn't penetrate it?

Logically speaking, it was impossible. For the first time, the weapon in his hand met his opponent.

When Ikoma saw that she was being bullied, he did not stand back and watch. He muttered in dissatisfaction, "Why? Is your name written on this piece of land? We have the right to pass by, and you have no right to stop us!"

A loud laugh came from the tin car: "Hahaha...Young man, you are right! This land belongs to the Lord of the City, and what he said is the holy word. We are only following orders and advise you to be wise. Stop the car quickly, we will be friendly to our guests, as long as you stay calm."

"Oh, by the way, remind me again, "Tokyo" is a place for survivors who have fled from outside. You can live there or leave, as long as you don't cause trouble, feel free to do so. "

Ikoma retorted loudly, "Really or falsely? Do you think I will believe your words? What's the use of just relying on one side's words!"

The soldier's favorable impression of this group of people has declined. When he went out on patrol today, he had clearly predicted the weather and would encounter good things when he went out.

What now?

A cursory observation of the weather was quite sunny, but it turned out that this group of people was quite difficult to deal with. If I had known better, I would have brought a few more people with me.

It was a hell of a situation, and if they had been smarter and kicked the tires, I would have suffered.

The soldier turned on the radio communicator while chattering, conveyed the current situation instructions to the pass, and briefly described the situation. The other person answered very concisely and clearly, "Okay!"

...

Checkpoint monitoring station…

"The electric current is ready! Do you want to release it?"

"Well, let's drive. If they crash into the Iron City without slowing down, it will cause a lot of damage."

"Yes!"

Pull the operating lever with one hand and pull it down slightly.

hum~

A powerful current flows out from the gate and passes quickly along the hollow coil tube inside the rail, deliberately controlling the output frequency.

...

I vaguely heard it...

Shila-

Jiatiecheng's speed stagnated for an instant, and several people standing on the platform were almost thrown out. They subconsciously grabbed the railing to avoid the risk of being thrown off the car.

"It was so dangerous, I almost fell. Is everyone okay?"

"It's okay. Fortunately, everyone is here."

"What's going on?"

Boom!

Ikoma clenched his fists and punched the railing hard, staring with a fierce expression, "Damn it, it must be the fault of the person in the fast-moving strange box!"

A samurai sent the message, "Report! Lord Kurusu, Miss Yuna said there is something strange about the rails. The wheels seem to be pulled by something, and the speed is getting slower and slower. You need to get off the car to check."

When everyone heard this, it became even more ominous. Didn't they play into that person's hands? Stopping the car meant losing the biggest protective barrier.

The soldiers were even less anxious. They lowered their speed and kept level with them. They wanted to laugh at them, but due to the dignity of being a soldier, they suppressed their laughter and chatted with them.

"I'm telling you, if you don't listen to your good words, you have to take action. I don't want to be so rigid. You are the one who forced me. When the time comes, don't confuse right and wrong and say that I took action first."

"You just drive slowly like this, I will accompany you slowly and drive with you to the final destination, hahaha...please listen to the radio one by one."

...

While smiling wildly, he became even more sad.

The first time we met, the person who came was not kind.

"It's really hateful. He must be laughing at us! Are we going to the end like this? What if we are surrounded?"

"If you have the ability to face someone face to face, don't make small moves in secret. What kind of man do you think you are?"

"Why don't you get out of the car and fight with him!" Ikoma wanted to climb over the railing and jump out of the car.

Kurusu grabbed his clothes and threw him back, "What are you trying to do? What if the tin box he opened ran away in a flash, can you catch up with your two legs? Do you think you are him?"

"The speed is so fast. If I turn back and hit you again, you will probably look as miserable as if I hit a crazy corpse in the Iron Fortress."

"Then we're going to compromise like this?" Ikoma held the railing tightly with both hands, very unwilling to do so.

Kurusu raised his head and looked at the sky with a completely different mood. "Just wait a little longer, the turnaround may be at the next moment..."

...

Although the speed of the Iron Fortress was very slow and the distance was only so small, we finally reached the pass.

Although I didn't understand it, I was shocked.

An oversized behemoth building crawls on the ground. The bright steel plate structure is covered with transparent and thick glass, and the sunlight shines and shines.

Strange armored castles come and go in an endless stream.

Yuuna basically did not operate the whole process. In the end, the Iron Fortress stopped firmly in the belly of the giant beast. All he could do before getting off the car was to turn off the machine...

Everyone got out of the car with the jet bombs. As soon as they got off the car, a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to Tianling Gai.

Soldiers in uniform-colored uniforms came running from all directions one after another, holding various black gadgets in their hands, aiming at the dark bullet holes.

The sense of threat emanates from the small holes.

At the front were soldiers holding oversized shields to cover their bodies as they advanced slowly, holding loudspeakers and shouting, "Put your weapons on the ground, clasp your hands behind your head, and turn around."

The situation has remained deadlocked.

...

This was the end of Kurusu's unbearable memories.

"Oh...I won't go into details..."

"Then a group of people in white coats came and talked about injections. It was scary to watch."

"One of them told us that the manager would arrive immediately. After a while, he changed his story and said that the city lord would arrive in person in two hours."

"So, you are what they call the Lord of the City?" Kurusu's expression was complicated. He didn't know what to say. This was probably how things turned out.

Luo Yechenshi shrugged his shoulders, "So, I don't want to either. Now I'm just a loser. Fortunately, it's me. Otherwise, you would have suffered, such as having to eat a meal in jail first."

Kurusu wanted to ask what prison food was, but he thought about it, the first priority was to solve the problem.