Yaochi smiled and continued, "We don't know, and the other side certainly doesn't know either. This might not be a bad way to buy time."
"Moreover, once back in Japan, given the strength that 'Hamburg' has shown so far, the local forces will only be stronger. It can be said that they are fighting on their home turf. Especially since the players cannot show extraordinary strength, it is unknown whether the opponent can defeat 'Hamburg's' security system."
After Yaochi's analysis, Li Changzhou also felt that it made sense.
Keeping 'Hamburger' with you is actually very dangerous. The other team of players clearly uses high technology. Even if they knock 'Hamburger' unconscious and use all their strength, they still can't beat them.
But when "Hamburger" returned to Japan and gathered his men, the other team of players, even with high technology, dared not use it openly. If "Hamburger" found out, they would be immediately eliminated by the game.
“The only thing to worry about is the time before we arrive in Japan,” Li Changzhou said.
"That's right, so hurry up and come here. Don't even think about throwing up. If you need to throw up, come here and throw up."
"......"
"Sister Yao, the beef rice is ready!" came the shaman's voice.
"Beef rice?"
"I haven't eaten yet. I bought a boxed meal from a roadside cart. Come on, while it's hot."
Li Changzhou hung up the phone.
The Living Buddha had already hidden himself in a place where he couldn't hear the phone call.
Even though everyone's strength is suppressed in the mission world now, the fact that Li Changzhou is the Heavenly Emperor will not change. Eavesdropping on the conversation between the Heavenly Emperor and his concubines is obviously not something a Spirit Buddha should do, nor is it a way to survive.
"Beef rice...I'm hungry too."
With a body of high strength and no magical power, they can only rely on food to replenish their strength.
"Should we eat first, or go to Copenhagen first?" Li Changzhou asked.
"You vomit first, so you don't vomit on us later." Chang'e said with obvious disgust.
Li Changzhou looked at Yang Qinglan: "Shall we find a place to throw up first?"
◇
maritime.
A massive cruise ship has been transformed into a processing plant, with various eyeball-shaped flying machines hovering around, monitoring everything.
"Still no news?" The witch propped her long legs up on the conference table.
"The target is very clever." The modifier was delicate-looking, with an appearance that made it difficult to tell if he was male or female, and his voice was also androgynous.
"Even you can't find it?" the old woman asked.
"Time is too short, so I can only rely on the planet's satellite network. Now, we either need to disperse our manpower and seize every opportunity, or go directly to Japan. I recommend the latter."
"What if the target isn't going to Japan?" The Crimson Demon Emperor's arm has already been replaced.
“She has family in Japan.”
“But Japan also has her subordinates, so we can’t use overly advanced weapons. With just a few of us, the Black Mist King doesn’t even need to lift a finger,” Hongge said.
“I’ve checked,” the modifier said. “Japan has gangs, but we can build them if we don’t. We’ll give them weapons and money, and kill them if they don’t obey. There are plenty of people; the Kujo family only has a few people.”
“Since you’ve already made up your mind, then we’ll do as you say,” the doctor said.
"In addition, I have prepared some small items for everyone."
The desktop blossoms like flowers, displaying more than a dozen boxes.
The modifier stood up, opened the box, and said, "Materials and time are limited, so we can only make a few small items."
White armor;
A handle resembling a flashlight;
Long steel rod;
A small drone shaped like an eyeball.
"Bulletproof armor: power-enhancing exoskeleton, thrusters, eight small missiles in the left shoulder magazine, and white phosphorus bombs in the right shoulder. Hōge, you give it a try."
Hongge donned white armor and a helmet.
The screen lit up instantly, displaying the navigation map, real-time system status, and rearview image.
Countless blue dots appeared on the screen, right beside him.
"Once the target information is captured, it will be marked in gold, and the enemy player will be marked in red," the modifier said.
"Is this a lightsaber?" The huge guy (the kid playing with the drone) picked up the flashlight-like handle and casually swung it around.
Buzz!
!
The light shone brightly.
“There’s a wall between weapons and bare hands,” said the Crimson Demon Emperor, whose arm had been torn off by Li Qianxia with her bare hands. “I didn’t believe it before, but I do now.”
Only lightsabers count as weapons!
It's like encountering a dog on the street. If it barks at you, and you're wearing slippers, you might give it a wide berth. But if you're wearing running shoes, you'll stop and stare at it.
With his lightsaber in hand, the Crimson Demon Emperor felt that the woman's shoes had at least been neutralized, and she should give him some leeway!
The modifier picked up the steel rod again: "This rod is made of a special material, it is very strong, and it can release a powerful current strong enough to electrocute 'Denim'."
The player named Denim nodded, indicating that he had been electrocuted.
The modifier put down the steel rod and placed his hand on the box of the eyeball-shaped drone: "A small aircraft, each armored unit can follow six others, can share a field of vision, fire three lasers, and the body can also be used as an explosive device."
Six eye-shaped aircraft took off and hovered around the Hōge, who was clad in white armor, exuding an imposing aura, like war gods.
"Is this all the junk you have?" the witch said, displeased.
“I’ve said this many times,” the modifier sat down again, “the main force in this war is not us. These things are just in case. The main force is the Japanese yakuza—whether they are yakuza or not doesn’t matter.”
"But how do we get the gang to obey? Money and guns are too slow, and time isn't on our side," the old woman asked.
The remodeler glanced at the doctor.
The doctor took out a medicine box, opened it, and inside were six syringes displayed like works of art.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com