112: Chapter 112 Thunder Prison!

Holy crap! This old bastard doesn't play by the rules!

Fatty cursed inwardly and instinctively dodged sideways.

"Bang bang!"

Two gunshots exploded!

The Desert Eagle was already extremely powerful to begin with, and coupled with the enhancement from Modern Armament, its damage was completely maxed out!

The moment the bullets made contact with the bulletproof glass, they blasted a large hole straight through it.

Even though Fatty's reaction was fast enough, how could he possibly outspeed a bullet?

A bullet grazed past his calf, instantly tearing through the F-grade leather armor on his body.

"Holy shit!"

Fatty felt a sharp pain in his leg, and looking down, he discovered a wound the size of a pinky on his calf, as if a chunk of flesh had been forcefully gouged out of him!

"Damn it, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Fatty instantly lost his cool, grabbing his long spear and preparing to charge forward again.

"Fatty, stand back!"

The one who spoke was naturally Chen Ze, who knew what Fatty was capable of.

As long as Saint Descending Upon the World and the others were dead set on hiding inside, Fatty really wouldn't be able to do much about it!

"Brother Ze! These turtle grandsons are all cowering inside, should we drag out our type 92 infantry gun?!"

It was clear that Fatty was truly enraged, wanting to even use the type 92 infantry gun!

Upon hearing this, the few people inside the vehicle instantly shuddered.

What the hell, they even have a cannon?!

All the underlings looked at each other in dismay, a chill shooting straight up from their spines to the top of their heads.

"Boss! They have a cannon! What... what should we do?!"

The person speaking felt like his gallbladder was about to be scared out of him, stammering heavily.

"Don't let them bluff you; if they had a cannon, they would have used it long ago. Would they wait until now?"

Saint Descending Upon the World took a deep breath and spoke toward the outside in a deep voice.

"Li Yunlong! I know you're right outside. Things have come to this, so I, Saint Descending Upon the World, admit defeat. Tell me, what conditions will it take to let us leave?"

"Conditions?"

Chen Ze let out a cold snort and strode toward the armored transport vehicle.

"Do you think that by hiding inside this iron shell, I can't do anything to you?"

Hearing this, Saint Descending Upon the World's heart tightened.

Could the opponent really have some trump card hidden up their sleeve? No! That's impossible!

"Li Yunlong, I wasn't scared up since I was little, you..."

Before he could finish his harsh words, a dazzling icy glint suddenly pierced through the carriage!

"Swoosh—!"

The pitch-black blade tip of the longyin saber directly pierced through the steel plate of the armored transport vehicle.

"Thunder Prison!"

Chen Ze had no intention of wasting words with him and directly activated the enchantment skill of the longyin saber.

In an instant, countless purple lightning bolts burst and erupted from the blade body, and the crackling electrical light instantly filled the entire carriage!

The purple-golden lightning arcs leaped and darted frantically, and the dense electrical light spread along the steel carriage walls, instantly transforming the sealed, cramped space into a terrifying lightning prison.

The few people inside the car didn't even have time to react before the violent thunder had swept over their entire bodies.

"Zizizi~!"

The sound of the electric current was extremely piercing, and the sensation of numbness instantly penetrated their skin and flesh, invading all their limbs and bones.

The two underlings leaning against the carriage violently convulsed all over, emitting shrill screams from their mouths. The hairs on their entire bodies stood on end, large areas of their skin were burned red by the lightning, and the weapons in their hands instantly slipped from their grips and rolled away.

Saint Descending Upon the World reacted extremely quickly, wanting to retreat and dodge at the very first moment, but the coverage of the Thunder Prison skill had no blind spots, and there was simply nowhere to escape in the sealed carriage.

A thick bolt of purple lightning precisely struck his shoulder, and a violent sensation of numbness instantly swept across his whole body.

His arm went numb, and the golden Desert Eagle he was gripping tightly instantly flew out of his hand, crashing down with a clatter.

He only felt that the muscles all over his body were twitching, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

Still able to discharge electricity?! Is this fucking even human?!

Saint Descending Upon the World wanted to roar in anger, but his whole body was paralyzed, unable to move even his eyelids a fraction.

Outside the car, Chen Ze expressionlessly raised his hand, precisely jamming the blade's edge into the gap of the deformed and jammed car door latch.

"Snap!"

A crisp and piercing sound of metal snapping rang out!

The tough alloy door lock was as fragile as thin iron in front of the longyin saber, instantly being forcefully severed.

"Clatter!"

The moment the car door was pulled open, a pungent smell of scorched flesh rushed over them.

"Goodness me, Brother Ze, did you roast these people completely with electricity?"

Seeing the miserable state inside, Fatty couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

"Stop talking nonsense! While the paralysis effect is still active, keep Saint Descending Upon the World alive, and slaughter everyone else!"

Chen Ze's voice was cold and stern.

The few people inside the car were still convulsing all over, lacking even the strength to open their mouths and beg for mercy, completely reduced to fish on the chopping block.

"Understood!"

Upon hearing this, Fatty immediately put away his banter and strode into the carriage.

"Daring to launch a sneak attack, huh?"

"Like playing with bombs, huh?"

"And you, what are you rolling those big ol' cow eyes at your grandpa for?!"

Holding his long spear, Fatty steadily thrust out a shot with every single retort.

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

Every strike was fatal, every move an absolute kill, without the slightest bit of hesitation.

A few seconds later, there literally wasn't a single person left breathing in the carriage.

Fatty lifted Saint Descending Upon the World with one hand, casually tossed him onto the ground, randomly stabbed his limbs a few times, and only then clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Damn it! Weren't you pretty tough just now? Still shooting at your grandpa with a gun! Why are you like a dead dog now?"

At this moment, Saint Descending Upon the World had at least seven or eight bloody holes all over his body, and blood had long since soaked through his entire set of clothes.

"Ugh! Ah!"

The paralysis effect finally ended, but following right behind it was an excruciating pain that swept over his entire body like a tidal wave.

Saint Descending Upon the World was in so much pain that he couldn't even let out a complete roar, and could only squeeze intermittent miserable wails from his throat, his entire body curling up uncontrollably like a boiled shrimp.

"Fatty, you've poked the guy into a hornet's nest, how am I supposed to question him?"

Chen Ze looked at Saint Descending Upon the World on the ground, who was no different from a bloody gourd, and said helplessly.

"Ah? Um... wasn't I just afraid that he still had the strength to resist? Hehe!"

Fatty scratched his head and grinned.

"Right, that guy's gun is pretty good, I'm going to look for it in the car!"

Finished speaking, Fatty scrambled into the carriage as if fleeing.

Chen Ze glanced at him and shook his head.

"You never know when to hold back your attacks!"

Right at this moment, the dying Saint Descending Upon the World on the ground used his last remaining strength to squeeze a hoarse roar from his blood-muddled throat.

"Give me... a quick death!"

He truly couldn't hold on anymore.

The piercing wounds spread all over his body continuously lost blood, the excruciating pain like severed limbs repeatedly battered his nerves, and every second of living was endless torture.

"Yo! Pretty tenacious, huh!"

Chen Ze slowly squatted down.

"Speak, how did you find out the coordinates of my Fortress? As long as you talk, I'll grant your wish!"

Saint Descending Upon the World was about to crush his teeth, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Chen Ze.

"It was Liang Kun! He told me! If you're still a real man, kill me!"

"Puchi!"

A cold gleam of the longyin saber flashed past.

Saint Descending Upon the World's head was instantly severed, rolling far away with gurgling sounds on the yellow sand ground, and the blood gushing from his neck's severed cross-section spilled onto the sandy soil.

"Rest assured, I've always kept my word!"

Chen Ze stood up, withdrew the longyin saber, gazed far into the distance, and spoke in an icy tone.

"Liang Kun, right? Very well! You have already brought about your own path to death!"