Chapter 108

The two Russians flipped the table and opened fire, and only then did everyone realize that drones bought for a few hundred, a few thousand, or a few tens of thousands of RMB could actually take part in such a high-end gathering.

Whether against people or vehicles, or even tunnels, their power was boundless.

Just when everyone was at a loss against the drones.

An Eastern blogger who had traveled to Red Square suddenly offered a suggestion: We have a kind of sticky net domestically, you should have it there too, right!

This thing, find the big-mesh kind, hang it in front of the position, and the drone pilot simply cannot see it.

Even if they see it, by the time the drone's speed reacts it's already too late.

This thing is too light; when it hits a drone it just wraps the drone into a ball.

And it won't detonate on contact.

So it's a major asset for both position defense and vehicle defense against drones.

As a result, just because of this one sentence, he landed the largest private sticky net order of his career; this thing isn't any prohibited supply, it's completely civilian, not on the export control list.

After this blogger went home, he got rich instantly relying on this order.

Chen Yaozu naturally knew about this!

So he had Wenzhou Yu and Zhou Jiping purchase all the sticky nets they could buy at the fastest speed, and hung them on doors and windows, even in the corridors of this chosen battleground — sticky nets that can't be made out even from a distance.

At ease awaiting the exhausted enemy, waiting for the other side to come knocking.

According to the divination symbols, the enemy would come tonight; in broad daylight even the most badass gang wouldn't dare let their combat drones fly over Los Angeles airspace, right! That would be too much of a challenge to Megan's profession.

So it still had to be night.

Only at night is it the domain of these dark creatures.

And only like this.

In the America of world reputation, after eight or nine o'clock at night, it's best not to go out, and that's because of this.

The sky gradually darkened.

Chen Yaozu sensed it, the enemy's direction.

In the dark he looked south, southwest; there should be someone there, gazing toward this place from afar.

Of course.

This person is precisely the Nanyang head-lowering master Liu Xing; through the sensing of head-lowering arts he confirmed the other side's position.

With a soft "click", the automatic covers on the back of several pickup trucks retracted forward, revealing one thing after another.

The elites dispatched by the Fujian Bang Head Hall reached out and lifted the things down from the truck beds.

They were several large-looking drone frames, plus a dozen machine dogs shouldering rifles and carrying ammo boxes.

"This big?"

Even the head-lowering master Liu Xing opened his mouth slightly in surprise: "Drones this big, isn't that a bit showy?"

Fujian Bang's Tangzhu Wang Heng smiled and explained: "Last time we came to kill that Chen Yaozu, maybe the crossing machine distance was too close, so he easily detected where our drone pilots were.

This time we learned last time's lesson, conducting long-range aerial delivery; whether small attack drones or gun-toting mechanical dogs, we can use these big drones to drop them, delivery distance exceeding 10 kilometers.

Do you know what this drone is used for in the East?

It's for spraying pesticide over vast cotton fields, and for lifting cement up mountains — civilian agricultural drones!"

"The current era changes with each passing day, Eastern technology develops a new change every day; although we're far in America running gangs, we're still born from a clan that has battled for 5000 years, and now our methods are no longer ordinary fighting and killing, but have advanced with the times."

The head-lowering master Liu Xing frowned; he knew what the other side meant — nothing more than telling him that while his head-lowering arts are formidable, the Fujian Bang's methods are nothing to sneeze at either.

As long as they pinpointed where he showed a flaw, where he revealed his tracks, they could completely drop machine dogs and drones from over a dozen kilometers away to strike him.

Aside from having a miraculous head-lowering art, everywhere else he's still a mortal body, can't take a bullet.

The other side was also displaying strength and fists to him, telling him not to be too arrogant about his talent, to behave.

The Fujian Bang Head Hall elites quickly secured the small crossing machines and machine dogs onto the large drone cargo racks. That Tangzhu Wang Heng continued introducing: "This rack looks simple, but it's actually not simple at all; it can make all carried weapons automatically detach.

After arriving at the place, the drone can land on the enemy's rooftop and put down the small drones and machine dogs.

Then, our elites here can remotely control these crossing machines and machine dogs."

Actually Chen Yaozu was right; tonight the turtledoves would come, he hung nets outside the windows and in the corridors, and would definitely catch a few turtledoves or pigeons.

But he didn't expect that besides pigeons and turtledoves, no rabbits came, but over a dozen dogs came instead, and every one of them was an Eastern civilian machine dog carrying thousands of rounds on its back.

His sharp ears twitched: "They're here!"

It wasn't his ears that heard it; it was his scattered soul that saw it, transmitting the information back to him.

For tonight's battle, Chen Yaozu brought that mirror over; this is a specially chosen decisive battleground, a 5-story unfinished building with relatively complex inter-floor terrain.

He used to think America had no unfinished buildings; never expected that in the outskirts of mighty Los Angeles there's actually a stretch of unfinished buildings, and high-rise ones at that, with a bit of history.

The enemy knows where he is; the drones fly straight here.

But ghost wall seems ineffective against drones; in no time several small drones rushed straight into the sticky nets hung outside the windows.

Then they were wrapped into a ball.

Fujian Bang Tangzhu Wang Heng frowned at the video signal transmitted back by the large drone on the computer screen.

"What is that thing?"

The drone operator at the computer quickly gave a judgment: "That should be fishing sticky net; this kind of thing, not to mention invisible at night, even in daytime it's just as invisible.

By the time you see it it's already too late!"

As they spoke, the machine dogs had already been successfully deployed on the rooftop and downstairs, controlled by operators to go up or down.

Hearing the noise, Wenzhou Yu, Zhou Jiping, and several other Little Bosses, holding shotguns, were about to go check.

They all uniformly didn't bring handguns or rifles, only shotguns, precisely to have some effect when possibly facing drones.

When they saw the layers of sticky nets they'd hung tangled with the drones that rushed in, they also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't you go over; the sounds from upstairs and downstairs are machine dogs! The iron gate upstairs is shut, the iron gate downstairs is also shut; as long as we don't show our heads, there's no problem."

The huge Fujian Bang Los Angeles Branch, tonight aside from those few of them, didn't call a single Younger Brother to help.

This battle, the Los Angeles Fuzhou Gang versus the New York Fuzhou Gang, its peril goes without saying.

Moreover, Chen Yaozu already had a premonition this morning that this was absolutely not the level of an ordinary gang dispute.

Because of his own reasons, the peril would only be higher.

Wang Heng's face was livid; he hadn't expected that, having vowed to forcefully strike the opposite side and deploying the latest tech squad, originally intending to give the sorcerer beside him a show of force,

it would turn out a bit anticlimactic! Almost all the small drones were tangled in nets, and all the machine dogs were actually blocked by a simple fence gate.

All their technological means were completely thwarted, ending in total failure.

"Let me do it then!"

Nanyang sorcerer Liu Xing chuckled, raising his hand, the small knife in his sleeve already slicing across the throats of several renshen tied up nearby long ago.

Then he began to dismember these corpses.

Heads placed to one side, livers placed to one side, and other internal organs sorted and placed to one side by category.

Then, in front of these things, he set up a table and invited his Bamian Guifo Shenxiang.

Wang Heng, face livid, retreated to the side; he knew this sorcerer before him was going to obtain souls from these renshen.

The power to control the Wenzhou fish, Li Jianguo, and those little bosses earlier came from this Nanyang sorcerer killing these renshen and offering them to the Bamian Guifo, obtaining the fragmented souls afterwards.

This Liu Xing called it, this is refining a little ghost! (Chapter End)