Book 1 Chapter 9 Transcendence (Section 3)

  Before the rainstorm scurried out of hiding in the building, SB had already roared to the middle of the road. Guī Lóng took a closer look and saw that this pervert was actually carrying a six-barreled Gatling gun on his back! The most absurd thing was that he even wore a full set of sealed bulletproof armor, looking like a mechanical war police officer!

  Without any hesitation, the first police helicopter was blown up in mid-air by SB, and another one quickly flew away, almost throwing off the side-mounted machine gunner. The M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle also shifted its target, with 25mm cannon shells constantly exploding around SB! SB roared: "Get out of here quickly! Or I'll be dragged in too!"

  Several snipers finally got their hands free, and the bullets of the anti-material rifle accurately hit the relatively weak top of the M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle. The continuous shooting caused two M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicles to stop with a screech.

  Taking advantage of the opportunity, everyone rushed to run along the ruined red-light district street. Only one SB in full armor was left behind, slowly retreating while cursing: "Damn Zheng! Why didn't you tell us there were military personnel nearby? Luckily it's just a war car, if it were an M1A2 Abrams main battle tank I'd be minced meat! And those three kids who went out to scout, each of you owes me a bottle of vodka!"

  The ghost dragon, who had already retreated to the north entrance of the street, was using precise suppressive fire to cover SB's retreat while directing four subordinates with machine guns to form an anti-aircraft firepower group, constantly harassing the reluctant plane in the air. Several snipers quickly set up their gun racks and looked for targets behind several cars covered in dust at the corner of the street.

  The dust splashed by the machine gun bullets covered his head and face, and the storm gritted its teeth and cursed the Mexican pilot's ancestors. His eyes were fixed on the sight, and the ten-fold magnified sight could almost see the helicopter pilot's face. The cross representing death was firmly fixed on that distinctive Mexican mustache. The storm's stable finger pulled the trigger: "Goodbye, kid!"

  Almost at the same time, two other sniper rifles also hit the helicopter's tail rotor and huge fuel tank, causing the helicopter to explode instantly and disintegrate into countless fragments of varying sizes! SB, who was dodging the falling helicopter debris all over the place, cursed loudly: "Bastards! I'll f**k your family......" The Russian curses were obscure and difficult to understand, but SB, in his rage, didn't even pause for a beat, and swore fluently.

  Everyone retreated, except for SB who was splashing around in the restaurant's swimming pool while cursing non-stop. The others were relaxing on lounge chairs, enjoying high-end wine and watching a TV report about the red-light district, where there were bodies lying down and injured people wailing, causing staff from several hospitals and police stations to rush around frantically. Meanwhile, the remaining small-time gang members of the Vietnamese and Thai gangs cowered in one corner, hoping to see their own surviving comrades.

  Zheng Lao's face was beaming with joy, holding up a wine bottle to toast one by one: "This expert is really something else! As soon as he takes action, it's clean and efficient. Now the Vietnamese gang and Thai gang won't be able to hold their heads up for years to come! Once the police have finished cleaning up, I'll immediately send someone to take over their territory and assets, hahaha!"

  Guilong sat alone by the swimming pool, opening his computer to browse through the data on a Japanese banana plantation. The plantation, which covered over 40 mu of land, had been in operation for over 30 years. Since the Japanese bought it ten years ago, most local workers were laid off and replaced with members of a Japanese development team.

  The nearby indigenous people were cleaned up by the Japanese with various means, and there was a minefield about 600 meters deep near the banana garden. There were also patrol teams patrolling day and night in the banana garden. The surrounding roads were numerous, and once attacked, it would be difficult to avoid being caught off guard, unless surrounded by a large force, but I only had a dozen or so people under my command...

  On TV, the head of the Mexican garrison was shouting hoarsely to eliminate all the scum who made terrorist attacks. Maybe because he was excited, his saliva even sprayed onto the camera lens. Guī Lóng suddenly jumped up from the recliner: "SB, bring a few people to the military camp to borrow a few armored vehicles, let's go to the red light district again!"

  A flurry of activity was seen in the local garrison, where a destroyed M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicle had been towed back, several American engineers wearing white overalls were frantically repairing it, while fully armed infantrymen were shuttling around the camp, with soldiers occasionally boarding troop carriers and speeding out of the camp gate.

  He put on a crisp white work uniform, and with a swagger, SB walked towards the entrance of the military camp, his toolbox slapping against his thigh, looking every bit like an American engineer. The sentry at the gate hesitated for a moment before raising his gun and asking: "Your ID?"

  The SB, with a face full of arrogance and impatience: "What the hell is this ID? I just went out to get a toolbox and you're asking me for ID? Hey~ Smith~ hey~ this guy's asking me for ID!" The SB yelled at several American engineers while walking towards the military camp, opening the sentry's gun port.

  The sentinel who was pulled away by SB sullenly put his rifle back on: "What the f**k!"

  Near the M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle, there is a brand new M1A1 "Abrams" main battle tank. A few guys who were refueling the tank just finished their work and drove away in a small fuel truck. SB didn't say a word, directly threw the toolbox in his hand to several engineers, ignoring the engineers' astonished eyes, and rushed into the M1A1 "Abrams" main battle tank!