Chapter 518: We Will Not Be Afraid

Of course, like Tang Luo directly holding and aiming at someone, there wasn't a single one.

Strictly speaking, aside from that early "handcart" version, it would be more appropriate to call it a "Vulcan cannon."

Faced with the Gatling of the Salvation Artifact aimed at him, the drunkard showed no trace of fear.

He fumbled around his waist several times before pulling out a gun, shouting at Tang Luo: "Do you know who my dad is?"

"Who?" Tang Luo looked around.

He noticed the onlookers were also full of curiosity—just who was this drunkard's father?

But this didn't stop them from cheering wildly for Tang Luo and his companion, utterly unconcerned about accidental injury.

Before Tang Luo could fire, Salvation took care of this drunkard.

A sharp alarm sounded from behind the drunkard, the crowd parted, and a tall black figure emerged.

A streamlined full-body exoskeleton combat armor, over two meters tall, with a black rounded helmet bearing a Y-shaped red line glowing red, radiating immense pressure.

On the left shoulder was a Gatling gun, on the right a miniature missile launcher.

The armor bristled with all kinds of weapons—firearms, flashbangs, grenades, and cold weapons like alloy daggers.

A standard war machine.

On the chestplate of the armor was the Divine Grace emblem Tang Luo had seen before.

This suit of armor was also a "specialty" of Divine Grace—unique in the wasteland, called "God's Hand," and not sold externally.

Like God's Wrath, God's Hand was not merely the name of weapons and equipment.

It was also the unit designation of Divine Grace.

Here in the wasteland, even Divine Grace couldn't possibly make people lay down their weapons and enter the city.

Judging by the fervent expressions of the surrounding crowd, this City of Divine Watchfulness was far from peaceful.

The primary duty of the God's Hand soldiers before them was to maintain peace in the City of Divine Watchfulness.

In this steel city, ten God's Hand soldiers patrol the streets at all times.

Besides that, there were also public security squads.

This time, the drunkard and Tang Luo's conflict happened to have a God's Hand soldier nearby.

He pushed through the crowd, approached without a word of nonsense, didn't even bother saying "Drop your guns, you're already surrounded by me," and reached out to grab.

The drunkard's head was pinched in his hand.

"You know my dad..."

Before the drunkard could finish saying who his dad was, the black palm clenched, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, and the drunkard's head was crushed on the spot.

The scene fell silent instantly.

Where was the promised wasteland second-generation heir?

Who the hell is your dad! At least let people finish their words before killing them.

The onlookers sighed in regret—this God's Hand didn't seem to understand satisfying everyone's curiosity.

Can God's Hand just do as it pleases?

Yes, God's Hand can indeed do as it pleases.

God's Hand armor isn't something just anyone can wear—it requires rigorous training to truly master and control this technology bestowed by the gods.

God's Hand is a more precious branch of service than Divine Grace's pilots.

Moreover, God's Hand also has restraint.

Even if they momentarily couldn't recall who this drunkard was, the combat assistance system would inform them of his identity.

Truly, the files of important figures' sons are all recorded.

The God's Hand armor will automatically cease fire and cannot treat these people as attack targets.

It won't happen that "I'm a war king, because I killed my superior's spoiled son and embarked on the path to destroy my old clan and dominate the wasteland."

After killing the drunkard, tossing his corpse to the ground, the God's Hand's shoulder-mounted Gatling aimed at Tang Luo, and with a slight whirring sound, the muzzle spat out flames!

Likewise, no nonsense—before the God's Hand, anyone not on the personnel file can be killed.

If it were a regular public security squad, the worst outcome would be detaining Tang Luo and the drunkard, with further action depending on circumstances.

But with God's Hand appearing, it's thunderous and decisive—no words, just swift slaughter.

Whether the drunkard truly had some background or merely hallucinated a second-generation identity from too many psychedelics, to God's Hand, it made no difference.

Tang Luo, this stranger who had just entered the City of Divine Watchfulness, was even less noteworthy—a nobody.

If he had ulterior motives, that would be even better.

Death was their only fate.

Bullets raked across the ground where the speedster had been, leaving white traces on the special material flooring, with stray rounds flying and splashing.

Some hit the speedster.

Others... didn't hit the onlookers.

Those people loved watching the excitement, were highly sensitive to danger, and when God's Hand dropped the drunkard's corpse, they knew to act.

Thus, they had already scattered early, running to a safe spot to watch from.

"Huh?"

A faintly surprised, doubtful voice echoed inside the helmet, not transmitted outward, as the Gatling's bullets all missed.

The locked-on target vanished the instant flames spewed from the muzzle.

The combat assistance system hadn't yet relocked onto the target.

The God's Hand soldier instinctively felt a pang of anxiety, looked up at the sky.

On the screen, a figure leapt into midair, dodging the bullets while the Gatling in his hand fired, the muzzle likewise spitting flames.

The Gatling on the soldier's shoulder adjusted its aim as his line of sight moved, locking on precisely at that instant.

The bullets pouring down from the sky had already landed on the Hand of God power armor.

The powerful impact forced the Hand of God soldier back two steps; the bullets lost their aim and flew into the sky, failing to hit the target.

But there wasn't the slightest mark on the power armor, not even a white scratch.

"Special equipment on the body?" the Hand of God soldier thought to himself.

That jumping height, and completely ignoring the Gatling's recoil — both are abnormal.

And he even dares to fight back, not obediently going to die — this is a must-kill dangerous element!

Tang Luo landed, the Gatling in his hand still roaring.

The Hand of God soldier shielded his relatively fragile head with both hands, leaning his body forward, bracing against the massive kinetic energy brought by the bullets.

At the same time, the micro tracking missiles on his shoulders had already locked onto the target, flying into the sky before diving at Tang Luo.

Their power is equivalent to a hand grenade, not particularly large; it is also the equipment used for patrolling in the city.

If it were an external mission, the power of the micro missiles would be incomparable.

The muzzle swung, and the satellite tracking missiles still in the sky were shot into a ball of flame.

Tang Luo swept the Gatling across; the barrage destroyed every one of those missiles fired in succession in mid-air.

"How could this be..." The Hand of God soldier was startled.

The fired missiles aren't paper planes that can be easily caught by a person.

Even the Hand of God needs a certain amount of time to do it.

A barrage formed by a Gatling sweeping across — luck couldn't possibly be this good, shooting down all five missiles, right?

What's more, it was done while dodging his own shooting, while moving at high speed.

Just what high-grade power armor is hidden under that black robe of his?

It shouldn't be!

Their Heavenly God-bestowed "Hand of God" is the Wasteland's strongest individual power armor, bar none!

The gunfire ceased.

The Gatling on the Hand of God's shoulder stopped spinning; the bullets were exhausted.

But Tang Luo's side still had one minute of firing time left!

Bullets carrying massive kinetic energy landed on the power armor again; the Hand of God soldier retreated several steps in succession, throwing out a flashbang — blinding light engulfed everything around.

The gunfire stopped.

The Hand of God soldier had already rushed in front of Tang Luo, one hand holding an alloy dagger that cuts iron like mud, the other holding a pistol aimed at Tang Luo's head.

Firing at the same time, the dagger slashed at his neck.

The bullet was dodged by Tang Luo slightly turning his head; such evasion at this close range is simply not a reaction and speed a human can possess.

Simultaneously, the muzzle was nearly pressed against the Hand of God soldier's lower abdomen.

Point-blank range, firing again!

The roaring bullets shredded the power armor; the Hand of God soldier flew backward, tumbling all the way, leaving a bloody trail.

The Gatling and bullets with an Enlightenment blessing added are already enough to shred the Hand of God power armor.

The ordinary person inside, in front of Gatling bullets, is naturally no different from a rag.

The muzzle was scorching hot and glowing red, still emitting white smoke.

Tang Luo looked at the destroyed Racer in the battle and said: "You guys have to pay for it."

Just bought the car, turned around and it got wrecked; the Racer isn't called a Heavy Armor Monster, so naturally it can't withstand this intensity of battle.

It was already riddled with holes.

Fortunately, it didn't explode.

Tang Luo put the Gatling back on his back, tossed away the empty magazine; the remaining bullets still had 45 seconds of firing time.

Stepping on the shell casings covering the ground, Tang Luo walked up to the broken Racer and actively started dismantling it.

Since it's broken anyway, might as well take it apart; maybe we can find the Obsidian inside.

Not far away, louder and more piercing alarm sounds had already rung out.

The Public Security Squad and even more Hands of God were approaching.

Gazing at the city center, also the highest point, a towering building stood like a black tower.

This is the most core position of Heavenly God's Gift, the location of the Five-Person Committee.

The highest authority of Heavenly God's Gift is the Five-Person Committee.

Controlling everything of Heavenly God's Gift.

Among them, three are responsible for Heavenly God's Gift "actual power personnel", responsible for various daily work.

The other two are research personnel, specifically responsible for various R&D work including weapons and equipment.

These two research personnel don't have much actual power, but their status is even higher than the other three actual power personnel, because they grasp the core technology, are the two people closest to the "Heavenly God", bar none.

Relying on these two, the innate radiance and bestowal can truly be sprinkled down.

In the quiet conference room, the door was pushed open by someone.

A man who looked quite unruly and unkempt barged in.

"Old Li?"

"What's wrong?"

The three people quietly discussing matters in the conference room turned their heads simultaneously, their gazes sharp like knives, but they relaxed after seeing the comer.

"What I'm about to say next, you guys must not be afraid."

That Old Li's face carried fanaticism, excitement, thrill, and a trace of unknown fear.

"We are Committee members; we will not be afraid."

"Good, the God's Hand squad in the city is about to be beaten by someone!"

"Huh?"

"What?"

All three simultaneously revealed puzzled looks, their bodies straightening.

"Dealt with by a man who calls himself 'this poor monk', named Xuanzang!" Old Li said excitedly.

"A Great Sun Monastery Saint?" One person switched the room's projection, displaying a group of bald heads on it.

"No, one with hair." Old Li shook his head.

"Hair, could it be this?" Another picture was switched to, showing a few rare hair-bearing Saints from a certain period of the Saints.

"White hair." Old Li said.

"This one?" The picture changed to an old man.

"What the hell!" Old Li said, "Did you guys even watch the video that was sent over? That white-haired Xuanzang who single-handedly, holding a Gatling gun, took out five God's Hand members!"

"Pfft!" Someone almost laughed out loud.

Thought something real had happened; turns out Old Li's at it again. He often has messy ideas, mistaking his dreams for reality.

But everyone's used to it. The man closest to the gods having a few fantasies is normal.