Peerless Genius System

The night in Mount Fuji is extraordinarily peaceful and peaceful, with tree-burning shadows on the streets under the moonlight, breezes blowing through, leaves swinging, and shadows on the ground changing in various postures.

This tranquillity is broken by the roar of the car, which brings a glimmer of light from far to near.

It was a military jeep with four people in it, and the driver and co-driver were all cool men, with sharp eyes and a good vibe.

And on the back seat are two men in suits, the man on the left is a black suit, with a cigar in his mouth, a man of forty and fifty years old, a man with no arrogance, a man on the right is a light blue suit, wearing a tie and glasses, about thirty years old, obviously an assistant or secretary.

“Major General, what are we doing here so late? Has the base developed a new genetic warrior?” Young men with glasses said.

“Who knows what the old man Fengwu Yamamoto did to me? He said he was going to surprise me. I think it's almost frightening. ”

The man in black hummed, “Yesterday the police returned a message that China sent someone to investigate the Chinese loss of connection case, and most likely a soldier from the NSA, not a real JC. The base sent a genetic warrior to wipe him out, and someone shot him in the head. If the police weren't with us, the genetic warrior would probably be exposed. By then, public opinion around the world would have flooded our entire country. ”

“No way, what kind of guy is that? Even a genetic warrior can't help him!” The man wearing glasses lost his color by surprise.

The driver and the man sitting in the co-pilot's position are also slightly discolored in the face, the genetic warriors are powerful they have seen, the knife gun can't get in, but it's a real war machine, how could someone blow their head off?

The man in black took a deep sip of the cigar and sighed a long time: “Who knows what monster China sent over here! ”

At this point, the driver suddenly saw a figure standing more than two hundred meters ahead, right in the middle of the road.

“How could anyone be here? ”

The driver mumbled in confusion, then honked loudly.

“Tick, tick, tick.”

The flute hurried and thrilled, but the person on the street didn't move, and didn't mean to walk away at all.

“Baga, are you deaf?” The driver cursed and slowed down as he stepped on the brake.

The black man's eyebrows wrinkled, with an unknown hunch: "Don't slow down, accelerate the crash! ”

“Major General, we...”

“On my command, speed up the crash. It will never be one of us who shows up here at this time! ”

The man in glasses was about to say a few words, but was interrupted by the fury of the man in black, a strange figure that suddenly appeared on the street, giving the man in black a very dangerous smell.

“Yes!”

The driver overreacted and then stepped on the throttle.

“Boom Boom Boom!”

Green jeep engines roared from eighty to a hundred miles in a flash, like a steel beast, crashing into the shadows of people on the road ahead.

80 meters… 50 meters… 20 meters…

Closer and closer, the collision is coming!

In the car, the four men in black did not blink, the dead stared at the front, and those who did not hide in the face of the cars, either their genetic warriors, the deaf blind with their backs to their backs, or the monsters from China, there are only three possibilities, the first is absolutely excluded, there are only the latter two, and the last possibilities are especially huge, so parking is absolutely unknown, accelerating the crash past is the safest and safest option.

“Boom ~”

With a loud noise, the body of the Mercedes-Benz jeep trembled dramatically, the four people in the car felt like they had suffered an earthquake-like fall and bump. When their gaze focused, they were all scared to death, because the expected image of the person being struck out did not appear, and the other side held their hands against the head like a powerful magnet, and their feet slide on the ground under the guidance of the car.

What the hell is he doing?

The driver panicked, panicked and shouted, because he stepped on the throttle and the engine was roaring violently, but the speed of the car was dropping sharply. The other party was blocking their car with manpower.

It's horrible. Genetic warriors aren't that horrible.

The four people in the car were terrified, and the cigar in the mouth of the man in black dropped, staring at the person with his head buried in front of him.

“ ~”

Twenty or thirty meters later, the iron and steel monster was finally quenched by an ambush and completely stopped.

The person in front of the car raised his head, and the two scarlets flashed in his eyes. The time was very short, but even briefly, the four people in the car gave rise to a trembling chestnut on their souls. The other party's shiny white face also became gloomy under the red glance.

What the hell is this guy, a ghost?

In the minds of the four, such an idea emerged at the same moment.

“Get out! ”

A cold, indifferent, emotionless word came with an irresistible command.

The man in black trembled and quickly pulled a pistol out of his arms, pulling the trigger against the person in front of him.

“Bang ~”

A gunshot burst through the night sky, and a bullet burst through the windshield and burst out.

But one side of the other's head shifted to the left, and the bullet blew out and flew through his ear.

He... actually dodged the bullet?!

The four men in black instantly burst out with a cold sweat and an eye-catching tongue.

“No toast, no punch! ”

Sholo snorted coldly, the ghost claws embedded in the head of the Jeep like a tofu, his arms lifted, the whole car was lifted by him, and then he flipped 180 degrees, then hit it hard to the ground.

“Boom ~”

There was a loud noise, the car was dry and deformed, and the parts were smashed apart.

It wasn't enough to smash it, and Sholo lifted it up and smashed it repeatedly four times before stopping until he smashed the car into incomplete skin.

Even the car was scrapped, and the living people in there could imagine how badly injured they were, crawling out of the bottom like four dogs, a face and body cut by glass debris, mouth and nose bleeding.

One leg of the man in black was broken and his upper body climbed out, but the leg was pressed against the body of the car, lying there in desperate cry.

Coming from afar, Suzuki Yufu, the mute and the deaf couldn't help but suck in the cool air and lose control. Like a mud sculptor, they stared at the overturned car and Sholo, like electric shocks, and were in a state of dementia.

It's easy to lift and smash a car up to 100 miles by manpower. Is this fucking human? Are you still human?

Yufu Suzuki only felt that the world view of his life had been subverted, sweating like a waterfall, and Sholo was in his mind at this moment, like a demon.