Chapter 716 How did Feng Mu do that?!

Li Xiang's eyes widened and bloodshot, his heart pounding in his throat.

No, my friend, is this the time for humor? Didn't you see two blue fireworks flying over here?

Almost at the same time the missile was spotted, the car in front emitted a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the road.

Liu Yi's forehead veins bulged as he frantically turned the steering wheel, quickly causing the car to swing out in a half-arc.

Don't get me wrong, he wasn't trying to dodge the missile by driving; on the contrary, he was doing everything he could to catch it with the front of the car.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Yi didn't even have time to report before making a decision on his own—to use his car to shield the car behind him from missiles.

They didn't even consider whether the two passengers on the same bus would agree.

Gong Qi's expression remained relatively normal, but he was frantically gripping the handlebars. Chang Erbing, on the other hand, turned pale with fright, his fingers unconsciously clenching until his knuckles turned white, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a sound.

However, just as the two missiles were about to hit the vehicle in front, they suddenly pulled upwards, drawing two clever but deadly arcs, like venomous snakes circling around rocks.

"Minister! Jump out of the car!"

Tian Xiaohai roared, slammed on the gas pedal, turned the steering wheel to its limit, and spun and drifted on the ground, trying to use his driving skills to outrun the missile and buy the minister time to jump out of the car.

Jumping out of the car?

It's too late!!!

Li Xiang was extremely anxious, his eyes filled with despair.

For a normal person, by the time you see a missile hurtling towards you through the car window, it's too late to get out of the car.

At least with his nerve reaction speed and muscle contraction speed, he was as slow as a frozen frame in the face of a supersonic missile.

Despair, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed his entire being.

"Don't worry, the car body is bulletproof and thickened."

It was Feng Mu's voice.

Li Xiang suddenly turned his head and looked to the side.

The echoes of the sound still lingered in the car, but there was no one around.

Li Xiang's mind went blank with a "buzz".

Did you jump out of the car and then tell me it was bulletproof?!

It's bulletproof but not blastproof!

That's not right either, the car door wasn't opened.

A surge of anger at being abandoned and fear of death intertwined, almost suffocating Li Xiang.

He completely misunderstood Feng Mu.

Feng Mu was by no means the kind of person who would abandon his friends and flee alone.

He silently shifted his form with the shadow that crept through the gaps in the car roof.

At this moment, he stood steadily on the roof of the speeding car, the wind blowing his hair back and making his clothes flutter.

Despite facing two missiles so close that one could almost feel their scorching heat, Feng Mu remained calm.

Just as the bullet was about to hit the vehicle, Feng Mu raised his hands, his movements slow and elegant, as if he were plucking invisible strings rather than confronting a deadly weapon.

"Thousand Entanglements: The Net!"

An invisible force field erupted around him instantly, and the properties of the air within a diameter of several meters centered on him changed drastically.

It was no longer nothingness, but transformed into layers upon layers of intangible yet substantial swamps, or like countless transparent threads frantically entwining and rotating to form a vortex.

Two missiles carrying enormous kinetic energy plunged headlong into the "swamp vortex," like insects rushing into pine resin, their speed decreasing sharply and their trajectories becoming unpredictable.

The missile's exhaust plume continued to spew flames, yet it could not break free from the invisible constraints.

Feng Mu's palm moved like a gentle stream, softly guiding and pushing forward.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The two missiles instantly veered off course, grazing the sides of the vehicle and staggering as they hurtled past before hurtling towards the empty road behind them.

"boom!!!"

Boom!!!

Two deafening explosions rang out in succession, and blazing fireballs shot into the air, with shockwaves carrying debris and scorching air waves sweeping across the land.

"Squeak—!"

The screeching sound of brakes rang out almost simultaneously with the explosion.

Tian Xiaohai and Liu Yi slammed on the brakes almost simultaneously, leaving two charred marks on the road. The car skidded for a distance before coming to a stop.

Li Xiang was violently thrown forward by the enormous inertia, and then pulled back into his seat by the seatbelt.

He was breathing heavily, his heart pounding as if it would jump out of his throat.

After a brief moment of distraction, he suddenly pushed open the car door, his steps unsteady, almost unable to stand.

He immediately looked up at the roof of the car.

The roof of the car was completely empty.

Feng Mu's figure disappeared again.

There were only traces of blackening from the missile's exhaust plume and lingering echoes in the air.

"You all stay put and protect Captain Li. I'll be right back."

Li Xiang stood there, stunned. Recalling his momentary misunderstanding of Feng Mu, his face flushed slightly, and a complex mix of shame and relief welled up in his heart.

But... how exactly did Feng Mu manage to do that?

He got out of the car without opening the door!

Escape room?!

This is the detective's favorite and most hated mystery!!!

……

At the same time.

The horrific sight of their teammate being split in two was like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely imprinted on the retinas of every member of the Relief Studio.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

"ah--!"

Ah's eyes instantly became bloodshot, and a beastly roar came from his throat as he nearly ground his teeth to dust.

He ignored tactical evasion and, like a mad tiger, pulled the trigger of his assault rifle all the way down, unleashing a torrent of hot ammunition at the white-masked figure in front of him.

"The target is located at the 11 o'clock position, 7 meters away. Three highly realistic optical illusions have been detected around it, with energy fluctuation simulation accuracy of 92%, 87%, and 95%, which have been marked in your tactical eyepieces."

The AI ​​Xiaoyou's cold and calm voice rang out in the Ach earpiece.

On his tactical goggles, the incredibly realistic shadow scorpion illusions around him were marked as semi-transparent phantoms, except for one that was locked in place by a striking dark red highlight frame.

Guided by Xiaoyou, the bullets in Ah's gun seemed to have eyes, precisely bypassing the illusions and relentlessly mowing down the Shadow Scorpion.

"Jingle bells!"

Shadow Scorpion retreated continuously, its ferocious mechanical scorpion tail dancing in front of it, creating a blurry white light screen that deflected or bounced off most of the incoming bullets, colliding and sparking a continuous stream of sparks.

The cruel smile beneath the Shadow Scorpion mask froze slightly, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

"How is that possible? He can see through my true form?"

Suddenly, Shadow Scorpion's footwork shifted abruptly, and the rhythm of his retreat changed abruptly.

The rapid retreat instantly transforms into a side slide, with the body's center of gravity lowering simultaneously, changing from a standard upright fighting stance to a nearly ground-hugging prone position.

This sudden change of direction was extremely abrupt, violating the conventional way of exerting force. It was like a scorpion standing upright suddenly regaining its crawling instinct, with a smooth movement that was both fluid and eerily unsettling.

He used all four limbs like a real scorpion pouncing on its prey, darting towards Ahr's open space in the middle with a stench.

At such close range, a sudden change of direction and close-quarters combat is impossible for a rifle to keep up with.

However, the crimson in Ah's eyes did not fade; instead, it intensified.

Without hesitation, he released the butt of the gun, exerted force from his waist, and spun around in a low position, his right hand reaching out to the outside of his calf like lightning.

"Clang—!"

A high-frequency particle short blade with an energy halo flowing across its blade was drawn out. The air around the blade was slightly distorted due to the high-frequency vibration, emitting a low "humming" sound.

"Ding! Ding! Clang! Clang!"

In an instant, the light trails of the short blades and the cold glint of the scorpion's tail clashed and collided wildly in the air, a dazzling spectacle.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The Shadow Scorpion's tail is longer, its attack range is wider, and it attacks from various unpredictable angles; while Ahr's particle dagger, though short, can change its moves faster and is more dangerous in close combat within a small space.

A dazzling display of light and shadow flashed, and with each collision, bursts of intense electric sparks exploded, illuminating the figures of the two locked in combat in a flickering light.

The two figures moved at high speed through the waist-high grass, entangled and collided, and wherever they passed, the grass blades were cut and scattered everywhere by the dissipating energy.

His teammates were equally furious, but he suppressed the urge to rush in and fight hand-to-hand, maintaining the rationality of an elite warrior despite his anger.

He quickly shifted to the flank, his two spears firing alternately, their muzzles spitting out steady streams of fire, blocking the fortress's advance.

The fortress, wielding a massive ion shield glowing with a ghostly blue light, resembled a mobile steel fortress, withstanding the barrage of bullets and pressing forward step by step.

The bullets struck the shield, creating ripples of energy that could not stop its advance.

But he didn't charge with all his might. Instead, he focused some of his attention on the area of ​​billowing black smoke in the distance—where two deadly snipers were lurking.

The fortress's massive body whirled around, its enormous ion shield rotating ninety degrees to face the black smoke zone.

His left eye has a prism-like pupil that contracts, and a complex lens assembly allows for high-speed zooming. The aiming system magnifies the field of view to the extreme.

Finally, two transparent shock waves that were tearing through the air due to high-speed rotation were captured.

At the center of the shockwave were two sniper bullets, each about 50 centimeters long. One was completely black, as if it could absorb all light; the other was bright silver, reflecting a dazzling light in the enhanced field of vision.

One after the other, one black and one silver, they shot towards him at several times the speed of sound, piercing through a thousand meters of sky.

"Drink it!"

The fortress let out a deep roar, its shield pressed firmly against its front, and its legs rooted to the ground like iron pillars.

"boom!!!"

The first black bullet struck the ion shield, without a crisp impact sound, only a muffled explosion.

The energy shield on the surface of the shield twisted and rippled violently, and the black bullet spun wildly like a drill, piercing halfway in before finally getting stuck in the middle, its tail vibrating at a high frequency and emitting a tooth-grinding sound of electrical overload.

Fortress felt a tremendous force coming from the shield, which made his arms go numb, the mechanisms of his exoskeleton cracked, and his massive body involuntarily slid back half a step, carving two deep furrows under his feet.

"What terrifying penetrating power! Is this a modified armor-piercing projectile?!"

Fortress was deeply shaken; the power of this bullet far exceeded that of ordinary anti-material sniper rounds.

The thought had barely crossed the fortress's mind when he suddenly realized something was wrong—the expected impact of the silver bullet hadn't followed.

His pupils widened suddenly, and his electronic eyes frantically tracked the bullet, only to see its trajectory abruptly deflect as it approached the edge of his shield.

It drew an unexpected arc, cleverly bypassing the ion shield's frontal defense.

Did the bullet change direction?

Gunfighting!!

"We can't tough it out!"

Fortress felt a chill run down her spine. Using her left foot as a fulcrum, she exerted force from her waist, instantly boosting the power output of her power armor to ninety percent. Her entire body spun rapidly in place like a giant top.

At the same time, the giant shield in his hand, following the rotation of his body, seemed to unleash a storm of steel, firmly protecting him in the eye of the storm.

"Jingle bells—!"

Sure enough, the barrage of bullets fired from the flanks was deflected by the rotating shield, exploding into a series of sparks and energy flashes.

However, the silver bullet did not curve and shoot at him as expected, but instead... missed.

No, it wasn't a miss!

Fortress's expression suddenly changed, and he turned to Shadow Scorpion behind him, letting out a furious roar:

"Shadow Scorpion! Watch out for snipers! Get out of the way!"

Bastion was already being considerate of his teammates by reminding Shadow Scorpion; he would never rush in to shield Shadow Scorpion from bullets.

Among the members of the White Masks, there is no such thing as sacrificing oneself for the sake of teammates. They would rather blast those two annoying snipers out than waste their time on that.

After reminding Shadow Scorpion of something, he stopped spinning immediately, no longer caring whether it lived or died.

The armor plates on the shoulders, which looked like bulges, split open to the sides with a "whoosh," revealing a dense array of launch cells underneath—a total of eighteen specially made high-explosive cluster munitions were ready to fire.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh-!"

The ear-piercing sound of bullets cutting through the air blended together as eighteen cluster munitions, trailing white smoke, soared into the sky, tracing graceful parabolas before precisely covering the area of ​​black smoke from the previous bullets.

Saturation firepower coverage, indiscriminate carpet bombing!

Since we can't find you, we'll thoroughly plow up the place where you're hiding!

"Boom boom boom boom—!!"

The deafening explosions continued in succession, and the area shrouded in black smoke was instantly engulfed by the blazing red light. The shockwave spread wildly in all directions, uprooting the grass and hurling soil dozens of meters into the air like a fountain.

"Fortress, you son of a bitch! You want to blow me up?!"

Iron Claw leaped high into the air, cursing and swearing. One of its mechanical limbs had been blown off, with chaotic sparks flashing at the break. Only seven limbs remained, flailing wildly and awkwardly, their movements clumsy and unnatural, having lost their previous fluidity.

The other two figures, dressed in yellow and green, were in an even more disheveled state, practically tumbling and crawling as they emerged from the sea of ​​fire. Their combat uniforms were charred and torn in many places, and their backs were ripped open by shrapnel and shockwaves, billowing out a thick mist of blood.

The members of the Relief Studio didn't have a shell as thick as Iron Claw. Although they managed to save their lives thanks to their superb reaction speed and tactical evasion, this blow still took away at least half of their lives, and their health dropped sharply.

However, their fighting spirit was strong. While fleeing in a sorry state, they still swung their sniper rifles toward the fortress and hastily returned fire.

The fortress snorted coldly, and the red dotted frame of the electronic eye quickly calibrated, capturing two figures fleeing in a disheveled state.

The mechanical loading sound came from the launch pod on his shoulder again, the second wave of cluster bombs was ready.

"A desperate struggle! Sending you on your way!"

(End of this chapter)