Chapter 142 Herzog
Tachibana Masamune put down the phone in his hand and looked at the young man sitting on the sofa in front of him, silent.
"Long time no see, Dr. Herzog." Lu Mingfei smiled slightly, his eyes calm and indifferent, and his tone was as familiar as if he was an old acquaintance. "Are you saying goodbye to your adopted son?"
A trace of gloom passed over Tachibana Masamune's face. He stared at Lu Mingfei for a moment before speaking in a low, hoarse voice: "Long time no see, Zero. I didn't expect you to be still alive."
"Doctor, you've changed a lot." Lu Mingfei leaned forward slightly, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth were curled up with a mocking arc, "How come you've raised a puppet for so many years, and it actually developed feelings? Or is it that you can't take off the mask after putting it on?" He suddenly raised his hand, and his fingertips moved lightly, bringing up a wind blade, "Do you want me to help you take it off!"
Lu Mingfei's hand swept through the air in an instant, so fast that people could only see a shadow. Tachibana Masamune had no time to dodge. He only felt a sharp pain on his face, and the skin on his face was cut by the wind blade, and was completely torn apart, revealing the dark golden facial bones underneath. The bones were shining with an eerie luster like metal, and were covered with strange protrusions, which was creepy.
“It’s much more pleasing to the eye this way.” Lu Mingfei sneered and nodded with satisfaction, a hint of revengeful pleasure flashing in his eyes.
Tachibana Masamune, or Herzog, widened his eyes. The lost flesh on his face made him look particularly terrifying. He roared angrily, his voice low and sharp, like the roar of a wild beast: "You are just a defective product! A pathetic replica! What gives you the right to be so arrogant in front of me!"
Lu Mingfei was unmoved, his eyes were cold and indifferent, with an indescribable calmness: "Didn't you lead me here? In the beginning, you asked Genji to lead me to the Night Food Plain, and then sent Eri in, didn't you want to use these to get rid of me? Why, now that I am not dead, and the 'sword' in your hand has been stolen, you are so angry? You set up such a trap, it really took a lot of effort."
"I'm here now? What can you do to me? Rely on those Deadpools?" Lu Mingfei smiled disdainfully.
Herzog's anger gradually cooled down as Lu Mingfei spoke. A crazy light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was low but with a suppressed viciousness: "Hahaha... No matter what you become, you are just a defective product in my hands!"
After saying this, he pulled out a pair of clappers from his pocket and began to tap them gently, with a strange smile on his face. Each tap carried a peculiar rhythm and echoed in the room.
The sound of the bangzi fell into Lu Mingfei's ears, and his face changed suddenly. An unbearable pain seemed to suddenly explode from his brain and swept through his thoughts. He covered his head with his hands involuntarily, his brows furrowed, and a painful expression appeared on his face.
"Hahaha, a defective product is a defective product!" Herzog laughed wantonly, and the speed and rhythm of the clapper in his hand became faster and faster.
As the sound of the clappers became faster, Lu Mingfei's head began to hurt more and more. It felt like Tang Monk was chanting the tight-fitting curse on Sun Wukong. Even if Sun Wukong had all kinds of magical powers, he could not move Tang Monk at all.
However, just when Herzog thought he had won, Lu Mingfei suddenly raised one hand and slapped his ear hard. Then blood slowly flowed out of his ear. He actually ruptured his eardrum and blocked the intrusion of the clapper sound.
Lu Mingfei slowly put down his hand, and a faint smile reappeared on his face, as if the severe pain just now was just an illusion. "Okay, Doctor, now we can continue."
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On the other side, Caesar, Chu Zihang and Yuan Zhisheng stood at the door of a secret room. Yuan Zhisheng opened the door, revealing the scene inside. Caesar's eyes instantly flashed with excitement: "Is this the arsenal of your Sheqi Eight Clans?"
The room was filled with all kinds of weapons, from Japanese samurai swords to cross guns, from old pistols, shotguns to submachine guns and rifles, and even a Gatling heavy machine gun.
A row of bright armors are neatly hung on the wall. The 17th-century Florentine heavy armor and the Japanese Nanbando armor reflect a cold luster under the dim light, as if waiting to return to the battlefield.
"Most of them are old guns for collection, but they are well maintained and can still fire. However, you'd better bring a few more just in case." As he said this, Yuan Zhisheng picked up a samurai armor from the corner and put it on himself, which made him look like an ancient general.
"Can you old antiques withstand the claws of Deadpool?" Caesar raised his eyebrows and said as he looked at the armor on Yuan Zhisheng.
"It's better to have something than nothing." Yuan Zhisheng said as he took down another crescent spear from the wall. In ancient times, although the Japanese sword masters were known as sword masters, they were all top-notch experts with spears.
"You two are responsible for shooting, and I will be responsible for dealing with Deadpool who rushes to the front." Yuan Zhisheng said, and of course he had the confidence to say this.
Caesar picked up the Gatling heavy machine gun in the corner without hesitation. The heavy gun body made his arms exert a little force, but a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He liked this kind of powerful weapon, especially in such a tense situation.
Chu Zihang quickly filled his backpack with Sten submachine guns and Thompson submachine guns, and tied a bundle of sharp knives behind his back. There was a hint of murderousness on his cold face.
"Let's go." Caesar said in a low voice, and the three of them prepared to leave the armory.
As soon as they stepped out of the door, they heard dense wriggling sounds from the end of the corridor, and the figures of snake-like Deadpools appeared in the dim light. Their twisted bodies and scales glowing with cold light crowded together in the corridor, rushing towards the three people like a tide.
Caesar was the first to pull the trigger of the Gatling heavy machine gun. Hot flames spurted out of the muzzle and bullets poured out like a rainstorm. The entire corridor was instantly filled with deafening gunshots, and the brass bullet casings fell to the ground like raindrops, making a crisp sound.
In such a narrow place, there is no need to aim or anything, just pull the trigger.
The narrow corridor became a killing field for Gatling gun. Every bullet penetrated the body of the snake-like Deadpool accurately. Dark green blood splattered everywhere. Those Deadpools rushing in the front were beaten into pieces. Their twisted bodies rolled on the ground, emitting a disgusting smell.
Yuan Zhisheng rushed forward with a crescent gun in hand, and each shot accurately pierced Deadpool's throat. His movements were sharp and crisp, like a warrior on the battlefield. Chu Zihang fired calmly beside him, and the submachine gun in his hand made a low explosion. The bullets penetrated Deadpool's body, leaving a series of cold tracks in the darkness.
The smell of blood filled the air, and the walls on both sides of the corridor were dyed dark black by Deadpool's blood. The three of them cooperated tacitly and advanced step by step, like a ruthless hunting team.
In this way, several people continued to advance downstairs.
"Don't relax, there are more and more of them!" Yuan Zhisheng warned in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the group of deadpools squirming in front of him. His breathing was slightly rapid, but his hand holding the gun was still as steady as a rock.
There seemed to be no end to the number of Deadpools ahead. The snake-like monsters let out low roars, and their cold scales glowed with a faint green light in the darkness, gradually approaching.
Caesar snorted coldly with a sneer on his lips. The barrel of the Gatling gun began to overheat, emitting a burning red light, but his hands were still as steady as iron clamps. Bullets were fired round after round, pushing those deadpools back.
Chu Zihang's movements were as calm and deadly as ever. He quickly replaced the magazine, and the muzzle of the submachine gun continued to spit out flames. Every bullet hit the target accurately. The bodies of the Deadpools were torn apart under his firepower, and their twisted limbs twitched on the ground, making their final roars. "Stop! Don't let them get close!" Yuan Zhisheng roared, his eyes were like a desperate beast, the crescent gun in his hand turned into a series of cold lights, and each stab was sharp and pierced the approaching Deadpool, and blood drew an arc in the air.
Suddenly, the Deadpools' attacks seemed to become more fierce. The Deadpool at the back began to break through the bodies of his companions in front and squeezed towards the three people frantically, like a black torrent, and the feeling of oppression came like a mountain.
"We are running out of bullets!" Caesar glanced at the ammunition box, his expression changed slightly, but his face remained calm, "We have to find a defensive point, we can't continue to fight hard!"
Yuan Zhisheng nodded and quickly looked around, his eyes like lightning, "There is a small lounge in front, we can hold on there for the time being!"
The three quickly adjusted their formation, fighting and retreating, moving towards the lounge. Caesar led the way, and Gatling's firepower cleared a short passage for the Deadpool in front, while Yuan Zhisheng and Chu Zihang stood on the left and right sides, resisting the Deadpool's flank attack.
The door of the lounge was right in front of them. Yuan Zhisheng rushed in first, raised his hand and used the Crescent Gun to nail a Deadpool who was trying to launch a sneak attack to the wall. Then, Caesar and Chu Zihang quickly followed. As soon as they entered, they immediately closed the door and blocked it with the tables and chairs they could find at hand.
The room fell silent for a moment, with only the rapid breathing of the three of them echoing in the space. The lights on the surrounding walls were dim and flickered slightly, adding a hint of weirdness.
"What the hell." Caesar put down the Gatling gun and rubbed his sore shoulders. "These deadpools are like crazy, they keep coming. It seems they won't stop until they tear us to pieces."
"This door won't hold for long, and we're using up our ammunition so quickly. It's not possible for us to run back to get more ammunition now." Caesar looked at the ammunition box at his feet. The box was originally full of ammunition, but now it was empty.
"Hold on a little longer. We can counterattack when my people arrive." Yuan Zhisheng looked at them with a calm expression. He notified the Executive Bureau when he found out that someone had invaded. Now it seems that they should be arriving soon. "Before that, let's rest here and prepare for the next round of battle."
The three of them looked at each other, nodded, and checked the weapons in their hands. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The Deadpools outside were still banging on the door, making a dull sound, like a dark and crazy symphony.
Soon the wooden door groaned under the heavy weight of Deadpool's fierce impact, and finally broke apart, with fragments flying everywhere. The snake-like Deadpools crowded at the door, their twisted bodies stacked on top of each other, their scarlet eyes flashing in the dimness, which was creepy.
Caesar immediately raised the Gatling gun and pointed it at Deadpool at the door. As the trigger was pulled, flames gushed out again.
The bullets swept in like a metal storm, instantly tearing Deadpool, who was rushing in the front, into pieces. The smelly blood sprayed on the ground and walls, forming a strange blood mist.
"Keep the formation!" Yuan Zhisheng shouted loudly, the crescent spear in his hand was like a tiger emerging from the mountains, the blade of the spear had a sharp cold edge, and it accurately pierced into the vital points of every Deadpool who approached.
His figure in samurai armor looked particularly majestic in the darkness, like a lonely and proud general, guarding the last position alone in a sea of corpses and blood.
Chu Zihang calmly operated the submachine gun in his hand, and the bullets accurately penetrated Deadpool's head. Every bullet was not wasted.
His expression was cold, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and his figure shuttled through the gap between Genjiro and Caesar like a ghost, protecting their flanks and preventing any Deadpool from breaking through their defense.
There seemed to be no end to the number of Deadpools outside. They poured in madly, like an endless evil tide in the darkness. Every time one fell, a new Deadpool would immediately fill his place.
Although Caesar's Gatling gun had powerful firepower, his attacks began to slow down as the bullets were consumed. The Deadpool on the opposite side seemed to be completely enraged by the smell of blood, and his roars became sharper and sharper, as if he was determined to fight to the death.
"Damn, we're out of bullets!" Caesar panted and growled through gritted teeth. His arms were sore from the continuous firing, but he still refused to let up.
"Yuan Zhisheng, when will the people from the Execution Bureau arrive?" Chu Zihang asked as he changed the magazine. Fine beads of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, but he remained extremely calm, his eyes fixed on the front.
"It should be soon." Yuan Zhisheng replied in a low voice, holding the Crescent Spear tightly with both hands, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and stubbornness, "We can't fall before they arrive!"
At this moment, a low sound of footsteps and friction came from the depths of the corridor, as if something huge was approaching here, accompanied by the sound of a clapper. The roars of the Deadpools became more violent. When Yuan Zhisheng heard the clapper sound, he felt his head was about to explode, and the Crescent Gun in his hand fell to the ground.
Caesar and Chu Zihang looked at each other, and a sinister premonition emerged in their hearts at the same time.
"What's going on?" Caesar asked with a frown, his voice filled with a hint of anxiety.
Before he finished speaking, a huge Deadpool suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor. Its body was several times larger than the ordinary snake-shaped Deadpool, with knotted muscles and golden-red light flashing in its eyes. Its sharp claws gently scraped the wall, leaving deep marks. It roared, shaking the air, and then pounced on the three people.
"Yuan Zhisheng, can you still move?" Caesar yelled at Yuan Zhisheng who was curled up on the ground.
But Yuan Zhisheng had no way to respond. He knelt on the ground and held his head in pain.
"It seems we can only rely on ourselves." Chu Zihang threw away the Thompson submachine gun that had run out of bullets in his hand, pulled out two ancient knives from his back, and threw one of them to Caesar.
"What the hell." Caesar looked at the samurai sword in his hand, then looked at the huge body of Deadpool and spat.
Just when they were about to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the huge Deadpool, the elevator behind Deadpool rang, followed by a hail of bullets.
"Is Caesar still alive?"
Caesar was stunned when he heard the voice, and he couldn't believe it.
"Nono?"
(End of this chapter)
