Chapter 553: Firepower Is Justice

The armored vehicle's tracks crushed the ruined road surface as Zhou Jian stood atop the command vehicle, his eyes behind the windproof goggles narrowed to a slit.

In the distance, a terrifying giant spider assembled from hundreds of corpses was crumbling beneath the old man's fists, the splattering bone fragments and minced flesh falling like a gorgeous heavy rain.

"Hahaha!"

Zhou Jian suddenly burst into wild laughter, his rough palm slapping heavily against the armor plate,

"So many corpses, utterly heartless and deranged! This is absolutely a 【Destiny】 Extreme Evil thug!"

"Pass the order down!"

Zhou Jian abruptly stowed his smile, his palm clenching fiercely toward the street as if to crush the entire thoroughfare in his grip,

"Blockade the street, cleanse it all!"

Inside the command vehicle, the young messenger stared wide-eyed, stunned for a moment before saying:

"Reporting, Captain, judging by his attire that person should be a scavenger..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was cut off by the deputy captain's cold voice:

"The Captain says it is so it is, otherwise you come be Captain."

The messenger's face instantly turned deathly pale.

A dangerous red light flashed through the deputy captain's electronic prosthetic eye, his mechanical vocal cords emitting a cold synthesized tone:

"Investigation Corps First Iron Law?"

"Ab-absolute obedience to orders!" The messenger hurriedly shouted in reply.

The deputy captain stared dead at the messenger: "Execute!"

The messenger hurriedly picked up the microphone and roared, the order spreading across the entire convoy in an instant via the encrypted channel:

"【Destiny】 spotted! Cleanse the street! Open fire!"

The turrets of twelve "Rhino"-class armored vehicles rotated simultaneously, hydraulically driven gun barrels locking onto targets amid mechanical calibration sounds.

Charge indicators shifted from green to red, energy cores humming and trembling, muzzles blazing with blinding orange light.

Boom—!

The first salvo tore the entire street apart.

High-explosive warheads detonated the moment they touched the ground, shockwaves expanding in rings, flipping up meter-high waves of debris from the road surface.

The old man's position was heavily covered, the explosion center temperature soaring to thousands of degrees, air distorting in the high heat.

Dangerous buildings and houses on both sides collapsed with a roar under the impact, steel skeletons snapping like dead branches, concrete chunks crashing down like a violent rain.

Scavengers hiding in the ruins didn't even have time to scream before being shredded by the shockwave, severed limbs carbonizing in the high heat, turning into charred black fragments that drifted away.

Zhou Jian leaned against the command vehicle roof, the deputy captain respectfully lighting a cigar for him, the tobacco glowing faintly in the firelight.

He drew a deep mouthful, the smoke ring he exhaled twisting and dissipating in the explosion's aftershocks.

"Advance."

The armored convoy slowly rolled over the ruins in a wedge formation, tracks crushing charred corpses, emitting a tooth-aching "crunch" sound.

Vehicle-mounted automatic machine gun barrels spun at high speed, infrared scans locking onto every heat source, whether survivors hiding behind walls or wounded attempting to crawl from the rubble, all pierced by armor-piercing rounds the next second.

Concrete walls were torn like paper, rounds penetrating three layers of obstacles and still striking targets precisely, turning flesh and blood bodies into sieves.

The old man charged out of the explosion's smoke and dust, his clothes burning, tattered rags leaving only a pair of undershorts, exposed skin covered in burns.

The undershorts were also an Old Era Civilization creation, red with an "S" pattern branded on them.

He roared, golden brilliant light rising on both fists, violently throwing out a Subdue Demon Exorcise Evil Fist.

Boom!

The fist wind shattered the incoming bullet rain, casings exploding and scattering like glass.

But the next instant, the armored vehicle's fire control system had recalibrated, an even denser barrage surging forth like a tide.

The computer-controlled firepower net had no gaps, no pauses; every wave of bullet rain shattered, the next wave covering with more precise angles, more ferocious firepower.

The old man staggered back, his fist wind could shatter steel, yet could not shatter the endless torrent of firepower.

The bullet rain clung like a bone maggot, one wave not subsiding before the next rose; in a certain sense, it was more terrifying than the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice, more unsolvable than a curse — undying, inextinguishable.

As an Old Era Corpse ghoul, how could the old man not understand the might of technology.

The Old Era Corpses themselves, were they not the most indelible witnesses and firsthand experiencers of technology's might?

Legend has it, in the deepest circle of the Old Ruins' underground, the ultimate creation of technology lies buried, a single casual shot able to change heaven and earth.

In that era, Deities and the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice alike were in long slumber, not emerging.

You ask, was it that They themselves wanted to slumber?

A beast-like howl erupted from the old man's throat, right arm muscles knotted like old tree roots, the Subdue Demon Exorcise Evil Fist transforming into sky-filling afterimages.

Every fist thrown accompanied the explosive cracking of tendons and bones, internal Qi and Blood surging like boiling water, rushing madly through the meridians.

Blue veins bulged on his forehead, temples throbbing; in just a few breaths it felt like years passing, a sense of utter exhaustion, yet he dared not pause in the slightest, only able to muster all strength to execute the Subdue Demon Exorcise Evil Fist even faster.

He couldn't retreat too fast, because he had no eyes on his back, not to mention tripping himself, a single stumble could mean instant ascension.

He dared even less to turn around.

Because, when facing the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice, fleeing with one's back turned might still offer a sliver of survival chance, but presenting one's back to a firepower net means truly dying without even scum remaining.

"Stubborn resistance, obstinate and unenlightened, truly the 【Destiny】 style, hmph—"

Zhou Jian finished a cigar, the impatience on his face having turned into naked killing intent.

Inside the city walls, they the Investigation Corps still had to exercise restraint in their actions, had to pretend to obey those laughable rules, firepower unable to deploy.

But outside the city, they the Investigation Corps truly could be lawless.

Because, the muzzle is truth, firepower is justice!

"Kill him!"

Zhou Jian tossed away the cigarette butt.

The armored car advanced like a steel beast, the hydraulic device on the rear incinerator door emitting a piercing "hiss——" as it slowly lowered. Jisi Team One special warriors clad in pitch-black exoskeletons filed out one by one.

These warriors lightly tapped their toes, their vector thrusters spewing ghostly blue tail flames, cooperating with the surging qi and blood power within their bodies to break the sound barrier in an instant.

A string of milky-white sonar boom clouds exploded in the air, their figures trailing a series of blurred residual shadows in the air as they quickly circled behind the old man.

When the essence of a thousand years of Martial Dao began to merge with technology and was applied to the army, violent killing machines were produced like standardized, mass-produced goods on an assembly line, enough to make anyone who rebelled against the rulers feel despair.

I sentence you to death, you die, no room for negotiation!

Bang bang bang——

Several gunshots rang out, and the old man's face turned ashen.

He slowly lowered his head to see a "pin"-shaped blood hole blooming on his chest, its edges still emitting wisps of blue smoke.

"Hoh"

A broken, raspy voice was squeezed from his throat.

You can block the frontal fire net, but you cannot block the cold gun from behind.

Subdue Demon Exorcise Evil Fist can subdue demons and exorcise evil, but it ultimately cannot defend against the bright flames spewing from steel gun barrels…..

The old man swayed twice, his unwilling corpse falling forward; in the final instant before his consciousness perished, he saw a red thread pop up from the pile of corpses, shooting into his brow……

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