Night Hacker

   Chapter 155 Helan's Death

   "Attack, attack, highest alert! We need patrol support here, we need mobile task force, the wilderness is crazy!"

   "This shipment is of high value, no loss, fire!"

  Before the freight train derailed, there were already a lot of responses in the cockpit of the locomotive and in the several passenger compartments behind the locomotive. Marshall, the driver's team leader, sounded the alarm system, and the guards on the train operated the on-board guns to fire first.

  Through the car window, they saw countless motorcades rushing from the wilderness plain, like torrents and waves.

  Ferocious gunfire hit the trash-painted geeks who rushed in front of them into rotten flesh, knocked over and exploded those trash tanks, and the smell of blood, gunpowder, and fuel shrouded the wasteland.

   But everyone on the train still saw those tattered chariots drowned like a weirdo.

   Bang bang, bang bang!

The garbage chariot directly hit the locomotive, the windows were broken, the cabin was twisted, a chariot penetrated, and the painted lunatics in the car screamed and screamed, some were killed, and some ran into the train inside the car.

  The attack on the locomotive caused the whole train to start shaking, rushing off the track, rubbing a screeching derailment.

  The drivers of the driver group were busy decelerating and controlling, but the wheels of the train were still knocked off the rails and could not be pulled at all.

   "Laughing to death, laughing to death..." Helan was in the locomotive, bullets and sparks from the automatic rifle in his hand blew the heads of several trash people who came up, one shot at a time.

  Judy Dickinson, I didn't expect that, when Lao Tzu was transferred to the freight area as a big freighter, he could also encounter this kind of war.

  Look, look at how many garbage people and wild dogs are in the wilderness outside, all of them are here!

   "Bank mother, you greedy bastard, I contributed to you again!"

   bang, bang, bang—

Helan is a beginner in the Warrior Department's three-programmer. Although the nerve damage caused him to downgrade from the sixth-speed to the third-speed, he could only use the J-level and Q-level programs. The strength and agility of the body were greatly reduced, but the marksmanship still remained. exist.

   He now has four hands, two real hands and two prosthetic hands.

   At the shocking moment when the train derailed, the prosthetic hand exploded into blood threads, grabbed the roof of the car and stabilized the body, and the body hand could also hold a gun to aim at the enemy, blowing up the raging garbage one by one.

   At the same time, Daeron, Leslie, and others, who were also superhumans in the **** team, were also fighting back.

  He Lan was transferred to be the driver supervisor just a few days ago. He was not the leader of the **** team. This time, he was just familiarizing himself with the business in the car.

  This freight train was sent from Angel City to Liuguang City. Because the goods were a bit special, it stopped at the West Station in the west of Liuguang City last night. After checking it was fine, it was pulled to the freight center in the freight area.

   These wild dogs happened to bump into? impossible.

  It should be that Wilderness got the information. Knowing that this batch of goods was inspected at the West Station last night, and judged that it was of great value, I came to grab it... I can't rule out the information that the freighter sold it...

The impact of   bang bang interrupted Helan's fleeting thoughts.

  The train was thrown out unstoppably, the locomotive rolled to the ground, and the ordinary people on the train were directly killed and injured.

   Even if it was Helan, the prosthetic body inside was almost broken when his left foot was propped up. His fragile nerves are not enough to support him to use 100% of the casing, and most of it can only be left in the flesh.

   Helan gritted his teeth and struggled from the dizziness caused by the impact. He couldn't control Daeron, Marshall and the others. He decisively jumped out from a broken car window.

  Can't stay in the locomotive, those savages will definitely blow up the locomotive...

   As soon as he jumped out of the carriage and stood on the top, the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and the hustle and bustle of the traffic flow in the wasteland came to me.

Even though Helan has served the bank mother in the Wilderness Mobile Task Force for many years, he can't help but be startled. He has never seen the scene in front of him, and the Wilderness has never organized such a team in the past few years. This is not the usual petty trouble. .

The demise of the    forest patrol group and the Ronin Club detonated the wilderness.

  The entire wasteland as far as the eye can see is covered with traffic, and the flags of the Forest Rangers and the Ronin Club fly like ghosts.

  There are already many containers of freight trains scattered on the wasteland beside the railway. Some peculiarly shaped cranes and giant trucks are driving to those containers under the protection of the chariots, ready to **** the boxes.

   These savages have obviously already planned, rushing up and blowing up, robbing them when they blow up, and running away when they rob them.

   They were jubilant, roaring, shouting, and more and more trashmen jumped on the cars of the derailed train.

  Helan suddenly noticed something and swooped in the other direction, using the locomotive as a cover.

   A group of bikini female savages full of exoskeleton prosthetics jumped over on their chariots, carried rocket barrels and fired at close range, the cannonballs came straight with smoke, boom, boom!

   The train, which had been paralyzed by the crash, lost the interception ability of the machine gun, the locomotive was bombed, and a section of the railway was also blown up.

   Marshall and the others who were just about to leave the carriage were bombed with flesh and blood.

   "Fight, fight, fight!" The wild dogs shouted in unison throughout the wasteland.

   Helan hid by the front of the car, but was hit by the impact of the shells, making her chest tight, almost unsteady, and sweat dripping from her forehead.

Although this batch of goods is not of the highest level, it is also very valuable. There is a full supervision of the whole process. The railway guards at the nearby outposts will come soon. coming.

   But he doubted whether he could last until that time.

   Those savages are not afraid of death, but, is he Helan afraid of death...

   He told the judges that he needed a chance to prove that he could still fight.

   And now, is not such an opportunity.

   "There are contingent dogs here!" Suddenly, a savage found him, a dead remnant of the Ronin Society.

   That night at the Ronin Society's tribal camp, Helan killed a lot of Ronin, and his nerves were damaged, but how could he miss such a ronin? He should have killed this Ronin that night, and it might not be too late now.

  Helan bit through a red capsule in his mouth beside his teeth, and the liquid medicine immediately put him into an overclocking state.

   This is an overclocking pill that all members of the Mobile Task Force in the Wilderness are equipped with. This is how many people's physiological nerve damage comes, and so does he, and now doing it again will only make the injury worse.

   But he had no choice, and perhaps, it was the best option.

  Suddenly, all of Helan's cranial nerves felt torn, and the speed of the nerves increased instantly, breaking through.

  Third gear, fourth gear, fifth gear…

  Although it was still a little short of sixth gear, although it was probably only ten minutes, he moved up to fifth gear.

   He had the last ten minutes.

"Wild dog, your grandfather Helan is here!" Helan's eyes were full of blood, the J-level program "casing" was activated, and various prosthetics broke free from the broken body, making him an arrogant steel giant.

   Fucking traumatic stress, he stomped on the ground, the chassis popped up, and the rifle in his hand strafed in the air.

   That dead ronin swordsman, but also with red eyes, charged with a samurai sword, ronin occupation.

   A side door that is considered to be the same star as the assassin, there are so many times, but only those times.

   While Helan was shooting at those trash clansmen, the two flesh-and-blood prosthetic hands once again exploded into streaks of nerve blood threads, and stuck to the ronin with a single blow.

   He exerted his strength and threw the frightened ronin into the air, and a steel fist of the casing slammed into it.

  Boom! The ronin was beaten into two pieces in the air, and his flesh and blood splattered in the wind.

  The battle in the small area of ​​​​the locomotive wreck was not limited to Helan, Daeron, Leslie and others all killed each other.

   At the same time, a large number of garbage tribes rushed in with howling chariots.

The death of    does not frighten these madmen, but breeds their wildness, sending waves of shocks to the train's extraordinary guards with those bizarre homemade weapons.

   These madmen are mostly the children of freighters and slushy prostitutes, deformed creatures born in the filth.

   Like breeding cancer cells, feeding back towards the freight railroad that created them.

   They did not live well, but they died happily.

   "Kill the dog, kill the dog!" some **** people shouted, all of them half-sized boys, "This train is our chariot!"

   Not yet, your chariots are not so luxurious.

Helan slammed out the blood threads of two prosthetic bodies again, and caught more than a dozen trash people to prevent them from running around. He launched the Q-level program "Force of Fear", and the casing slammed out one after another with tremendous force. Chains that broke their heads.

  Boom, Boom, Boom, one, two, three... Mom, I'm contributing again...

"Hey!" Suddenly, a bikini girl rushed close, raised the cable in her hand and tossed it. Helan, who was busy dealing with the trash, still couldn't avoid it. The quilt was upright, like a quilt in an amusement park. Tossed prizes.

  A current surged violently, all the steel casings were overloaded and electrified, and he couldn't help screaming.

  Kacha, a trash boy stabbed with a broken iron spear. Helan only felt another pain in his abdomen. The spear penetrated and got stuck in the casing, flesh and internal organs.

   Once again, a girl with two knives quickly jumped, and both of his prosthetic hands were cut off, bleeding profusely.

  The cable was tied to a garbage chariot, and Helan was dragged immediately and had to run across the wasteland.

   He was running, still trying his best to dodge or endure all kinds of attacks with the extraordinary physicality of the five-speed gear.

   But his casing was still being damaged, parts were thrown out one by one, and more and more spears were hanging on him.

  The garbage truck was dragging him, the garbage boys were chasing him, picking up the parts that flew out, the dust was flying, the horns of the vehicles were silent, and the mad people were laughing and screaming.

  Helan's consciousness gradually became blurred, but suddenly he was shocked, it was the roar of fighter jets flying by...

   In the early morning sky, a whole formation of fighter jets from the Railway Bureau flew by quickly, but this formation had many scruples. In order to save this batch of goods, they could not fight next to the railway.

   However, the wild plains are large, and there is a lot of traffic, and they drop air bombs as they fly over.

   "I've been waiting for you for a long time!" However, the wild people shouted, and there are arms in the wilderness, some are robbed, and some are bought.

   The surface-to-air missiles on some vehicles were aimed and launched immediately, and the wild dogs were tossing around.

   And earlier, a large number of fabricators and painters had created illusions and disturbed the sight of those fighter planes.

   Under these disturbances, both the pilot and the electronic equipment thought they were aiming, but they actually missed it.

   And a large number of hunters in various teams are launching information turbulence and information storms into the sky, and those fighter planes are immediately disturbed, whether it is electronic equipment or pilots, some can't bear it.

   Several fighter planes crashed from the sky, causing another burst of laughter and shouting from the wilderness.

  The fighter jets flew over in formation and did not linger much.

  This round of air raids was not without results. Some wild dog chariots were blown up, and some people died because they couldn’t escape.

   But these wild dogs are too many, too many... too much information interference...

  Helan knew that it had to be solved from the ground, breaking the wild dog's illusion, in order to truly kill the opponent.

   However, the first group of railway guards that arrived, they were already caught in the torrent of wilderness convoys. The guards had guns, tanks, and medium-talented superhumans, but they were also swept up and down by the torrent.

   As for the convoys of cargo guys who were sent to haul away the cargo containers, they were even more smashed and they were busy running for their lives.

   But all kinds of chariots in the wilderness were chasing these prey one after another, and some fully loaded trucks left with the loot and drove to the depths of the northern wilderness.

   This is the loss of the bank's mother... Helan felt heartbroken and anxious.

  Suddenly again, between his chest and abdomen, he was thrust into iron rods and steel spears by multiple garbage tribes, and he looked like a hedgehog.

   The pain of the body and the numbness of the nerves are dragging him into the silent darkness.

   He entered the Bank Training Institute at the age of five, and now at the age of twenty-four, he is finished. His mission is coming to an end.

   "Ah!" Helan shouted sternly, in the overclocking state, the casing inside his body completely burst, and in a self-exploding way of disintegration, it turned into countless steel blades, shooting out the surrounding enemies with a thousand power.

   Junk Boys, Bikini Girls, and other wild dogs…

   Some were hit, and blood splattered instantly; some dodged away.

  Click, click, click, Helan was thrust into more long irons all over his body, and the whole person was picked up.

   Blood flowed back from the tattered flesh and blood of his whole body, and no longer had the strength to perform any extraordinary procedures, and his brain nerves finally couldn't hold up the burning caused by the overclocking, and suddenly broke down one by one.

  These wild dogs no longer wanted to play with him, and a homemade broken iron spear was pressed against his head.

   But at this time, Helan's scattered eyes saw that a large number of reloaded vehicles of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force appeared in the distance to the south, raising very distinct team flags, death row walking team, thunderstorm team, blood phoenix team...

   It seems that there are at least five wilderness mobile task forces.

   It is said to be a small team, but in fact, each team has hundreds of people or more. This is different from the mobile task force of the Mystery Bureau. The scale of the wilderness team is very large, and every member is at least a fifth-speed gear, and all of them are fighting elites.

   There are hundreds of people, hundreds of warriors who are much better than him today.

  He Lan gave a weird smile before his consciousness dissipated.

   The morning sun is very bright, it is not an illusion before death.

  Everyone is here, these wild dogs will all die today, and the stolen goods will also be spit back...

   These wild dogs are finally gathered together, but it is convenient for everyone to clear them...

  Bank, Mom, I tried my best... I have contributed everything for you, and I participated in the construction of the epoch order...

  Boom!

   A gunshot rang out, and Helan's head was beaten to a pulp, turning into a rain of blood scattered on this noisy wilderness plain.

   Continue to ask for a monthly pass~

   (end of this chapter)