Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

Nan Ci's heavy breathing echoed through the gaps in the container.

She had just replaced a mechanical heart and had not yet adapted to such high-intensity exercise. The increase in blood pressure had already made her feel dizzy.

Wu Mian saw that Nan Ci was exhausted and said in a deep voice: "Put me down and leave immediately before that monster catches up! Otherwise, when he catches up, none of us will be able to leave!"

Nan Ci's footsteps became slower and slower: "I said that the resistance army has no precedent of abandoning comrades. Don't feel that you owe anyone. Even if you are not the one who was detained today, I will not sit idly by and ignore it. Saving is not too much and too little.

This multiple-choice question is our persistence and belief!”

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a large hole was opened in the container on the south wind side by a bullet. Her left leg was hit by a bullet and broke below the knee. Her body was unbalanced and Wu Mian was thrown out.

Wu Mian fell to the ground, watching the blood-stained metal knife cut open the container, and then it was torn open by his hands, revealing the oily man's cheek, a flash of despair flashed in his eyes.

By this point, he had fallen into a state of isolation and helplessness.

The only trustworthy worker bee organization has tried its best to save him and can no longer exert any combat effectiveness.

The greasy-headed man walked towards Wu Mian with steady steps: "I have said before that struggling is meaningless. Your actions are just a waste of life."

"You are from the Hidden Dragon Organization, and the Hidden Dragon Organization has always known my identity, right?"

Wu Mian looked at the oil-headed man approaching, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes: "I am not afraid of death, but before death, I hope you can tell me, who am I?"

"Okay, since you want to know so much, I'll tell you."

A teasing smile appeared on the metal cheek of the greasy-headed man, and he pressed Wu Mian's arm with his right foot and left knee. The blade slowly cut Wu Mian's skin: "You are just a dead man!"

"Buzz!"

The buzzing sound came again, and Wu Mian felt a gust of wind passing over his head, and then the oil-headed man's body flew out upside down, knocking a big hole out of the container behind him.

The sounds of fighting were heard inside the container, and several figures with grimace masks appeared on the other side, running towards Wu Mian.

Nan Ci, who had lost too much blood, raised his pistol unsteadily and wanted to shoot, but the opponent moved one step faster.

A spherical uniform bullet exploded in Nan Ci's chest, and the expansion speed gel inside instantly enveloped her body, rendering her unable to move.

"Boom!"

The broken container continued to have bulges and began to deform violently. The oil-headed man was knocked out again and hit the opposite container.

This fully synthetic man who claimed to be a god a few minutes ago and killed people wantonly now became extremely embarrassed.

The titanium alloy armor on his body was full of scratches, and several screws had broken off. The sparks bursting out from the gaps in his body and the oil leaking from the joints more plainly declared what kind of blow he had just suffered.

The iron sheet of the container was torn open, and a figure wearing a combat uniform and a ghost mask appeared opposite him. He moved his neck and said, "Break into the accelerator, a rare piece of equipment."

"Think you have an advantage?"

The greasy-headed man was irritated by the attitude of Ghost Mask, and the sound of clockwork and gears tightening came from his body: "I just couldn't exert my strength in a narrow space. You were too happy too soon."

"morning?"

Guizashi Mask said in a lazy tone: "It's just a primary implant. Don't you naively think that you can be called a qualified combatant?"

When the greasy-haired man heard these words, the pupils of his prosthetic eyes shrank.

The sixth-level entry accelerator is a serious military-grade module. Although it is not a rare treasure, it is not something that can be obtained easily.

But in his opinion, the top-notch transformation that he had worked so hard to achieve turned out to be so unbearable in the mouth of the ghost mask opposite him, which inevitably made him doubt the other party's true identity.

In the confrontation just now, his most successful blow was just to tear off the opponent's cloak, which shows that this person's transformation is definitely better than his.

And there are probably not many people like this in the whole country, let alone Kyoto.

Before the greasy-headed man could think of who the other party was, the ghost mask had disappeared, and he became more energetic.

The two figures were no longer visible in the field of vision, only the sound of metal collisions could be heard everywhere.

Wu Mian knew that the two of them were not teleporting, but that their movement modules were too advanced and their ultra-high movement speed exceeded the frequency that the naked eye could capture.

In just a few seconds, the ghost mask and the greasy-headed man had fought countless times.

The greasy man was finally defeated, his body penetrated two containers in succession and hit the iron frame of the gantry crane.

The ghost mask was not prepared to give the greasy man a chance to breathe. After knocking the opponent away, he chased after him, preparing to eliminate the root cause.

The oil-headed man tried his best, but failed to find a breakthrough in the battle. Seeing the opponent attacking again, he activated the escape function of the prosthetic weapon without hesitation. After charging, the dismembered arm flew straight towards the ghost mask.

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"call!"

The arm of the ghost mask sprays out a pure flame, relying on the force of the spray to block the arm in the air.

"boom!"

The arm in the air exploded under the high temperature, forming a huge smoke screen.

"Arrests!"

When the people who came with Ghost Mask saw this, they prepared to arrest him.

Ghost Mask used flames to disperse the smoke, and found that the greasy man had taken the opportunity to run away. He did not arrest him, but waved his hand to stop him: "Okay, retreat!"

A ghost-faced mask came forward and asked: "Brother Shen, what should we do with the injured people at the scene?"

Guizashi Mask thought for a moment: "Let's take it away together."

A group of ghost-faced men arrived and quickly took Wu Mian and others away from the scene, and he was even taken alone into a refrigerator truck.

This refrigerator truck looks shabby from the outside, but it is very luxuriously decorated inside.

Wu Mian, who was unconscious in his lower body, sat on the sofa and looked at the ghost mask opposite him that could crush the greasy man: "If the person who wanted to kill me before was the Hidden Dragon Organization, then who are you?"

Ghost Mask took off his mask, revealing a handsome young face: "They are not from the Hidden Dragon Organization, I am."

Wu Mian frowned: "You?!"

"I am the second-in-command of the Hidden Dragon Organization, Shen Jiahong."

After Shen Jiahong introduced his identity, he added: "Those who just attacked you are from the Jinma Group. They set this trap just to kill you, and we, the Hidden Dragon Organization, are here to save you.

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"Hidden Dragon? Save me?"

Wu Mian became more and more confused and looked at Shen Jiahong seriously: "You met me alone and told me this. Do you know something about my past?"

"Do you really remember nothing about the past?"

Shen Jiahong took a deep breath and met Wu Mian's gaze: "Long time no see, Ninth Brother!"

【End of Volume 1】