Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 24 Armor Skeleton

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 24 Armor Skeleton

hell's kitchen,

Outside a factory that produces certain chemical raw materials.

Three black seven-seater commercial vehicles avoided the cameras and parked in a corner outside the chemical plant.

The car door opened, and burly men wearing body armor, fully enclosed helmets, and holding AK-47 rifles quietly stepped out of the commercial vehicle.

"Team A is in place!"

A dozen heavily armed gunmen hid in the shadows in the corner of the factory building. After the report, they all fell silent, waiting for the order to come from the headset.

In the chemical plant, machines roared, and from time to time the sound of men drinking and punching could be heard in the yard.

A burst of dark clouds came and covered the moon.

After waiting in silence for half an hour, a cold voice came from the headset:

"action!"

A dozen heavily armed former special forces soldiers all pulled off their night vision goggles.

Working in pairs, one stepped on the other's hand, and with one lift and another, the person was quickly sent up the wall.

A dozen killing machines from the federal army faced a group of gangsters.

Soon, each of the loose gangsters was covered by a big hand stretched out from the darkness and wiped their necks.

The hissing sound of blood coming from the neck and the popping sound of the silenced pistol were all covered up by the sound of wind in the night.

………

Hell's Kitchen, a Japanese-style Kabukicho, is the busiest bar and club in the two neighborhoods.

Geishas from Japan are very in line with the tastes of some middle class people.

In particular, Japanese women pride themselves on their Yamato Nadeshiko-like service attitude and superb skills, which attracts an endless stream of admiring customers.

This also makes this Kabukicho one of the important places for the Bigfoot Gang.

In a place like this where money is being made every day, the Big Foot Gang will naturally arrange for people to watch the place.

In the security room of the ballroom, Mitsui Genichi was playing karuta with a few of his subordinates when a burst of noise suddenly came from outside.

Mitsui, who was out of luck, quickly stood up, threw the flower cards in his hand on the table, and walked out quickly.

More than a dozen black thugs who were watching the scene outside were standing in the middle of the dance floor.

He stared at several white men in black suits across from him.

The two big black men stood behind with murderous eyes covering their wrists, looking at the loss.

Mitsui Genichi said in a low voice to the frightened guests around him: "I'm sorry, everyone's consumption tonight will be half price. Please don't panic, we can handle these things immediately and won't hurt everyone."

After saying that, he silently approached the two men in black suits at the front and said coldly: "This is the territory of the Bigfoot Gang. I give you ten seconds to disappear. Otherwise, you will be responsible for all the consequences."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, you're so rude... We're just here to have fun, you Japanese people are so unfriendly..."

A brown-haired man in a suit with a buzzcut complained:

"Bigfoot Gang, are you threatening me? Shorty, this is New York, not Tokyo!"

Mitsui Genichi slowly approached him, his eyes showing a trace of bloody murderous intent, he subconsciously reached for his belt, and whispered in a ferocious voice:

"If you don't get out, I'll kill you right away... damn Yankee."

The man in the suit's face changed slightly, he glanced at Mitsui Genichi and the tambourine-playing waists behind him, licked his lips, spread his hands and said:

"We are here just to have fun. Since you are not welcome, let's change the venue and leave, guys."

He immediately went out with a few friends.

Mitsui Genichi made a gesture, and the deafening music started playing again quickly,

He led the black thugs behind him and strode after him.

The troublemakers seemed to hear the footsteps approaching, and they quickly and cautiously ran towards the dark street.

Mitsui and the others chased after them with great strides. Mitsui shouted in a ferocious voice:

"Yankee, stop. The scenery here is very nice. Don't worry, I will only break your legs..."

Suddenly it was snowy in front of me, the headlights of four cars were on at the same time, and there were countless people hiding behind the cars, and they made the sound of pulling the safety insurance in their hands.

"There's an ambush!"

Before the panic expression on Mitsui Genichi's face faded, more than a dozen AK rifles from the opposite side opened fire at the same time.

………

"Jingle Bell"

"Jingle Bell"

"Jingle Bell"

The phone kept ringing, but Schrader was in no mood to answer it anymore.

He knew which place must have been attacked again. He received seven or eight calls that night, all calling for help.

"Matsuichiro, who did your Hand Club offend?"

With veins popping out on his forehead, Schrader loosened his tie and looked fiercely at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa beside him.

"Shredder, pay attention to the tone of your words. Without the support of our Hand, it's hard to say whether your Bigfoot gang could exist!"

The middle-aged man named Matsushiro did not hide the arrogance in his tone.

"Don't forget, when your master fled to New York in embarrassment, it was our Hand who supported you! That's why you have the family business you have now."

A cold glint flashed in Schrader's eyes, he walked to the clothes rack and took off his coat.

"I will certainly never forget the help your Hands have given me. Matsushita-kun, I want to know who is targeting us now..."

Schrader, who took off his suit and revealed a white shirt, walked to the knife stand and held a samurai sword.

"Is it the Tang Dynasty or the Jin Dynasty? What did your Hand Association do? Mrs. Gao Yushang, why don't you see the other fingers of your Hand Association coming?"

Matsushiro's expression darkened. Schrader's words seemed to be exposing the scars of their Hand. He reprimanded unceremoniously:

"Shredder, this is not what you should care about!"

"Really!" Schrader held the scabbard with his left hand and slowly drew the knife with his right hand.

Tsk!

The sound of a long sword being unsheathed resounded in this room.

Schrader held the blade in the crook of his arm and wiped the blood-stained blade.

"BOSS!"

At this time, a strong white man in his thirties hurriedly opened the door and walked in. When he saw Schrader holding a samurai sword, he was shocked. He glanced at Matsushiro's body lying on the carpet, and his heart was lifted even more.

Throat.

"Several of our venues are gone, Kabukicho, and the laboratory were also attacked!"

Schrader's eyes were extremely sinister, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Inform our people to evacuate New York!"

"Boss!" The strong white man was shocked, but when he came into contact with Schrader's cold gaze, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word.

"Take the doctor with you, don't have too many people! Find someone else to spread the word about the location of the gunmen."

Schrader felt like his heart was bleeding. The Bigfoot Gang was a career he had been working on for more than ten years.

He was not willing to give up, but he knew very well the strength of the Hand, and the forces that could compete with the Hand were not something that a small gang like Bigfoot could afford to offend.

But since it was difficult for him, don't think about it for others. Thinking of the enemies that the Hand would provoke for him, Schrader directly sold the Hand's gunman who smuggled into New York.

Two dogs fight, play off,

Although Schrader was unwilling to do so, he knew that only by preserving himself would he have a chance in the future. Only if the two parties fought fiercely would he have a chance to return to New York.

"Bang bang!..."

"Da da da……"

Just when Schrader opened a darkroom and packed up his belongings and some research materials.

Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire like firecrackers outside the door.

Schrader's expression suddenly changed, he threw down a box of gold bars in his hand and walked quickly to the corner of the secret room.

On the human-shaped wooden frame there, there was a set of full-metal warrior armor, bright silver in color, shining under the light of the secret room.

………

At this time, outside the Bigfoot Gang's manor stronghold, Frank held a PKM general-purpose machine gun and fired wildly at the Bigfoot Gang's stronghold.

This heavy machine gun produced in the former Soviet Union uses 7.62 mm bullets, has a magazine capacity of 100 rounds, weighs more than ten kilograms, and was originally used with a tripod.

Frank held it directly in his hand, and the powerful recoil seemed to have no effect on him. The fire snake sprayed by the machine gun lit up the night sky for a while.

Behind him, more than a dozen big men were carrying heavy weapons such as repeating shotguns and machine guns, and they were suppressing fire on the gunmen in the manor.

As the last stronghold of the Bigfoot Gang, there are at least fifty gunmen scattered in this manor, but compared to the heavy weapons in Frank's hands.

The firearms of these gunmen are at best pistols, submachine guns and the like.

Faced with weapons such as heavy machine guns, the Bigfoot gang gunmen in the manor were suppressed and did not even dare to show their heads.

"trouble!"

Frank looked at the sky, then looked down at his special watch. It would get dark in two hours.

A hint of impatience flashed across Frank's face, and he casually threw the heavy machine gun in his hand to his men on the side.

He turned around and got out of the back seat of the commercial vehicle behind him, pulled out an M202 66mm four-barreled rocket launcher, pointed it directly at the manor in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

Boom boom boom boom!

Four rockets were fired in a volley, and amid the violent roar of explosions, flames shot into the sky.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the front door of the manor and half of the wall had disappeared.

Frank threw down the rocket launcher, picked up an M16 assault rifle, and made a tactical gesture towards the team members.

In the smoke and dust, several Bigfoot gunmen huddled in the corner of the manor, holding poor little pistols in both hands, looking nervously at the incomplete door.

"Da da da da..."

Several gunshots rang out behind them, and three gunmen wearing body armor and bulletproof helmets touched a wall that had never collapsed at some point.

The three of them lined up in a row, with one person huddled behind the other and bowing in a tactical movement.

The three AK rifles were pointed in three directions alternately. When they saw the enemy, they quickly pulled the trigger.

Several gunmen from the Bigfoot Gang were beaten into pieces before they could react.

As soon as the gunfire rang out, it immediately attracted gunmen who were ambushing throughout the manor. They leaned out from all directions and shot at the three gunmen who came in.

The three gunmen quickly changed their bodies, and using the pillars in the manor as a cover, three AK rifles began to fire at the exposed fire points in the manor, suppressing their firepower.

"Da da da da da..."

The three gunmen attracted some of the firepower in the manor. At this time, at the gate of the manor, a black business car suddenly accelerated and accelerated in.

The two doors of the commercial vehicle were wide open, and squatting on each side were a strong man holding a squad machine gun.

The fuel tank and important front and rear parts of the black commercial vehicle are inlaid with simple steel plates.

The driver pressed the accelerator to the bottom and drove rampantly through the manor. An ordinary seven-seater business car suddenly turned into a chariot in his hands.

From both ends of the chariot, two fire snakes were sprayed out at the same time.

Da da da da da da

Heavy machine gun firepower, ordinary stone pillars, corridors, walls, etc. are no more than a piece of paper under the firepower of the 7.62 heavy machine gun.

The gunmen who swept up the Big Foot Gang beat them to pieces, like sacks of flesh and blood.

The small pistols of the Big Foot Gang cannot penetrate the body armor of these former professional soldiers.

In the federal government, the control of body armor is much stricter than that of guns.

It's pretty good that one out of ten gunmen from the Bigfoot Gang is wearing a bulletproof vest.

On the other hand, the gunmen brought by Frank were wrapped tightly from head to toe.

The total cost of purchasing smuggled Class IIIA body armor in bulk from the East is no more than US$400.

Even if this kind of body armor is not inserted with bulletproof steel plates, it cannot be penetrated by a small pistol with big legs.

"Da da da!"

Frank pulled the trigger of the M16 and killed a Bigfoot gangster who was hiding in the corner and wanted to make a sneak attack.

He stepped into the largest house in the manor, and around him were followed by a dozen heavily armed gunmen holding AK rifles.

Sniper rifles and machine guns were mounted on various commanding heights and key points in the manor.

The moment Frank walked into the manor hall, a figure jumped down from the second floor of the manor, and a bright silver light struck Frank directly in the face.

The sword flashed very quickly, reaching Frank's head in an instant.

Frank grinned and bit into pieces the cigar he just held in his mouth.

Facing this fierce sword, Frank grabbed the barrel of the M16, used the gun as a stick, and smashed the katana that was coming straight at him.

Tsk!

The wooden butt of the M16 was directly split into two by the sharp samurai sword.

However, this block also gave Frank a chance to breathe. He retreated directly, pulled out the military pistol from his waist with his backhand, pointed it at the armored warrior in front of him, and pulled the trigger directly.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

All nine bullets hit, sparks bursting from the silver armor.

At this time, the gunmen guarding Frank also aimed their guns at the Silver Armored Warrior.

"Da da da da da"

“Da da da da

"Da da da"

The 7.62mm bullet ruthlessly overwhelmed the silver-armored warrior who suddenly jumped down.

But these bullets, which can easily penetrate bulletproof vests, seem to have no effect on the silver-armored warriors.

The silver-armored warrior waved his katana directly and rushed towards the crowd.

"Da da da da..."

The two gunmen who were facing him did not dodge or dodge when facing the charging enemy, and they pulled the triggers directly towards him.

Tsk!

The silver-armored warrior stood up to the bullet and got close. After two sword blows, the two gunmen fell to the ground.

"Everyone spread out!"

Seeing this scene, Frank gave orders to the gunmen beside him to disperse, but he took out a spray shotgun from behind.

Instead of retreating, he advanced towards the silver-armored warrior.

"Bang bang bang bang"

With every step he took, a hot shotshell tumbled to the ground.

With every shot, Frank hit the armored warrior's left chest at the heart.

The bullets from the shotgun still seemed to be unable to cause any damage to the Shining Armor warrior, but the bullets brought huge impact, causing him to retreat repeatedly.

"Thermal weapons are useless to me, my armor is mixed with Adamantium alloy,"

The silver-armored warrior waved his samurai sword and looked at Frank. A dull voice came from under the silver visor.

"Since you have destroyed the Bigfoot Gang, you will all die here today!"

The hot weapon was useless. Frank fired the last shotgun and pulled out the projectile knife from his waist with his backhand.

Just rush up and fight the Silver Armored Warrior in close combat.

One inch shorter and one inch dangerous, the projectile knife in Frank's hand is not much longer than a utility knife.

Compared to the Shining Armor Samurai's katana, there is really no advantage, and the opponent is an invulnerable Iron Bastard.

After Frank stabbed the Knight in Shining Armor on the visor and under the arm, all to no avail.

Rolling on the spot, the blade of the catapult knife in his hand flew out directly and shot straight into the groin of the silver-armored warrior.

Ding!

The blade was directly bounced away, still having no effect.

"Mutant!?"

The silver-armored warrior looked at the golden light glowing on Frank's body and was a little surprised.

In the gap just now, he clearly hit the man in front of him four or five times, but no one knew that they were all blocked by the yellow light that suddenly appeared on his body.

In Frank's breast pocket, the two yellow charms turned into ashes and disappeared.

Frank stood up a little embarrassed, looked at the man in silver armor in front of him, and took out a white jade bead from his pocket.

Biting the tip of his tongue and bleeding, he aimed the beads at his palm and sprayed them out.

After the white jade beads came into contact with the blood, they were like sponges, greedily absorbing all the blood spurted from Frank's tongue.

After absorbing Frank's blood, the bead spun around, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of the shining armored warrior.

The white jade beads were spinning, and a black cloud rose around them, and there was a crackling sound in the black cloud.

"what!"

The silver-armored warrior didn't think twice and struck directly with his sword.

when!

The silver-armored warrior felt his wrist shake, and his sword seemed to hit steel.

The black clouds faded away, and a two-meter-tall skeleton demon with green phosphorous fire eyes suddenly appeared in front of the silver-armored warrior.

His knife suddenly hit the skull of the skull monster.

Looking at this skeletal monster, Schrader's soul weapon wearing samurai armor, a chill ran from his tailbone to the sky.

Before he could react, the skeleton monster's black gums suddenly opened, and a jet-black smoke mixed with miserable green phosphorus fire sprayed towards his face.

(End of chapter)