559: Chapter 559 Human Cannon, Destroying an Armed Helicopter with Bare Hands

Chapter 559: Human Cannon, Destroying an Armed Helicopter Barehanded

Buzz, buzz, buzz——

The aftermath of the explosion had not yet dissipated, and that Black Hawk-like armed helicopter raised its fuselage once more.

This time, it did not give Fang Cheng any more opportunities to throw things.

Instead, it rapidly climbed to an altitude of over two hundred meters and began tactical circling around the building.

Two hundred meters was the absolute forbidden zone for infantry-thrown weapons.

But for a helicopter equipped with an M134 minigun and Hydra rocket pods, it was the most comfortable slaughter distance.

"What? Not throwing stones anymore?"

Captain Hu's voice echoed through the night sky via a loudspeaker, carrying the mockery of a cat playing with a mouse:

"Let's see how long you can hide! You cowardly turtle, weren't you very fierce just now?"

"Why aren't you arrogant now? If you have the ability, fly up and bite me!"

Inside the cockpit, Captain Hu fine-tuned the control stick to maintain a circling posture while coldly scanning the ruins below.

As long as the target was provoked into showing themselves, even if just a corner of their clothing appeared, what awaited him was saturated firepower coverage.

Captain Hu sneered, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Even if this monster's arms were made of hydraulic presses and could throw concrete blocks up.

After two hundred meters of gravity attenuation and wind resistance, the generated power would also be greatly weakened.

With his reaction speed, he could completely avoid it with ease.

As long as he wasn't hit by a large object causing the helicopter to crash, he could rest easy.

This was the advantage brought by air supremacy.

Unless the target grew wings on his back or was one of those one-in-a-ten-thousand Flight-type supernatural beings, he could only obediently act as a live target.

Meanwhile.

On the east side of the rooftop, behind the base of the building's central air conditioning cooling tower.

This place happened to be in the helicopter's blind spot for shooting.

Fang Cheng leaned against the concrete wall, raising his hand to pat the dust off his body.

Lying beside him was his old partner, a blue canvas messenger bag.

When he climbed up the Silver Wing Building earlier, he had temporarily stored the bag containing his equipment in this hidden corner.

While dodging those two rockets just now, he suddenly remembered this place and smoothly retreated here.

Come to think of it, the speed of the rockets reached at least Mach 2 or higher, which was much more troublesome than sub-sonic minigun bullets.

Although he was confident that he could endure it hard with his current Protective Aura.

But that feeling of passively taking a beating made people very unhappy.

He wasn't a masochist; if it weren't for saving someone, how could he foolishly stand in place and let the opponent attack him?

Fang Cheng's gaze swept coldly around his surroundings, pondering inwardly.

He had to find a way to swat that annoying fly down.

"Ugh... Cough, cough..."

While he was thinking, a pair of bellows-like panting sounds came from beside his feet.

Fang Cheng turned his head slightly and glanced down.

He saw the leader of the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group, the Masked Man, slumped in the corner.

That ugly face covered in purple scars became even more distorted and ugly, completely devoid of color.

This guy was truly a slippery old fox.

Just as a few members of the Illuminati started to run away earlier, he instantly became alert and found this prime cover in a split second.

It was just that he was severely injured after all, and didn't have Fang Cheng's perverted defensive power.

Even though he barely managed to prop up a telekinetic shield, he still couldn't completely block that violent metal rain of bullets.

At this moment, his left leg's bone had been directly shattered by large-caliber machine gun bullets, with only skin and flesh connecting it.

His abdomen was torn open with a bowl-sized bloody hole, and his intestines mixed with blood flowed all over the floor.

If it were an ordinary person, injuries like this would have long since cooled down.

It was only him who, relying on the formidable vitality of an S-rank supernatural being, barely held on and didn't swallow his last breath.

"Captain... Captain Hu... Cough, cough..."

The Masked Man coughed up blood while gritting his teeth and cursing:

"I fuck your eighteen generations of ancestors! I risked my life for the military... how many dirty and tiring jobs did I do for you... cough, cough..."

"You son of a bitch, you even kill your own people..."

He hated, he truly hated!

He had already planned it out; as long as he gave the money to Fang Cheng and told all the secrets.

Even if he had to kowtow and act like a grandson to this bane of existence, as long as he could keep his life, that was enough.

At worst, he could change his identity later, go abroad to restart his mercenary career, and still be his local emperor.

Since a trouble could be solved peacefully, could it still be called trouble?

As a result, a perfectly good negotiation was completely ruined by that idiot whose brain only had muscles and military regulations!

The Masked Man gritted his teeth, his eyes splitting open with rage.

As a dignified S-rank powerhouse, wherever he went, wasn't he held up and provided for?

Even if he didn't have an official establishment in the military department, those generals were very polite when they saw him.

When was it the turn of a tiny special operations captain to boss him around and casually clean him up like trash?

"Damn it... Even as a ghost I won't let you go..."

The Masked Man's eyes were unfocused, and he was still cursing incoherently in his mouth.

"Want revenge?"

A flat voice suddenly broke in.

Fang Cheng squatted down, his gaze lingering on the bloody wound on his abdomen for a second, seemingly evaluating something.

"I can help you."

The Masked Man lifted his eyelids with difficulty, and after seeing clearly the face in front of him, he gave a bitter smile:

"Help me? You have such a kind heart?"

"If it weren't for you... cough, cough... if it weren't for you bastard insisting on sticking your foot into this, I would have finished the mission long ago tonight."

"Damn it, I'm an S-rank superhuman, yet I've fallen to this state... cough, cough..."

Fang Cheng didn't get angry either; he just looked him up and down with the gaze of looking at a handy tool.

That kind of gaze had no emotion to speak of, so cold it made the Masked Man shiver all over, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.

But on second thought, he was almost dead, what was there to be afraid of?

So he hardened his heart and glared back viciously:

"What are you looking at? Give up this thought!"

"The Swiss bank password, the entrance location of the ancient ruins—even if it rots in my stomach and I take it into my coffin, I won't give it to you robber who takes advantage of a fire!"

However, being tough lasted for less than three seconds.

He paused again, his tone suddenly softening, carrying a final trace of hope for survival:

"Unless... unless you have a Spirit Pill that can save me. As long as you can save my life, the previous conditions... cough, cough... I can consider doubling them for you, as repayment for saving my life."

"I don't have a Spirit Pill."

Fang Cheng shook his head, his tone sincere:

"But I can give you a chance to take revenge with your own hands."

While speaking, he reached into the messenger bag and pulled out a mask.

It was a pale white ghost mask with protruding fangs and ferocious facial features.

The eye sockets were embedded with two scarlet gems, flickering with a demonic light in the dark night.

Fang Cheng unhurriedly buckled the mask onto his own face.

Click.

As the mask was put on, his entire calm demeanor instantly changed.

Bloody, violent, cruel—countless adjectives were embodied in him, resembling an evil ghost just crawling out of Hell.

The Masked Man was stunned.

Looking at this face that was even more terrifying than his own clown mask, a chill rushed straight up his spine to his crown.

"You... what do you want to do?"

Fang Cheng grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth.

Even through the mask, that smile still looked exceptionally ferocious.

He reached out and grabbed the Masked Man's intact arm like picking up a little chick.

"Didn't you ask me on the phone before if my conditions were higher than the sky?"

Fang Cheng exerted force with a single arm, effortlessly lifting this living person weighing over a hundred catties into mid-air.

"Since you want to go to heaven so badly..."

"I'll send you up right now to have a good chat with that Captain Hu, how about it?"

The Masked Man's pupils contracted sharply, and a most absurd thought flashed through his mind in an instant.

Was this bastard going to project him out like a dagger?

He struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly in the air and emitting a miserable scream like a slaughtered pig:

"No! I won't go! Let me go!!"

"Relax a bit."

Fang Cheng shook his arm, like testing the weight before throwing a shot put, his tone even carrying a trace of encouragement:

"Soon you'll get your wish and die with your eyes closed."

After speaking, Fang Cheng's hands tightly gripped the Masked Man's shoulders and thighs, lifting him up by the waist.

Subsequently, he took a deep breath.

The muscles in his arms swelled violently again, his skin quickly turning red, and even steaming wisps of white heat.

His Qi and blood surged like a tide, and his tendons and bones vibrated and resonated together.

A series of muffled rumbling sounds emitted through his body, sounding like spring thunder exploding in his chest cavity.

Following that, a substance-like golden flame burst forth abruptly, instantly enveloping his entire body.

The ragged cloth strips originally hanging on his body instantly turned into ashes and drifted away, revealing a sculptural-like perfect muscle line.

The only shred of modesty left was that specially made red Elasticity shorts.

"Ahhh——"

The excruciating pain almost made the already heavily injured Masked Man faint, his bones making groans on the verge of snapping under the immense pressure.

Fang Cheng's palms were like red-hot branding irons, the parts in contact with his flesh sizzling, and a scorched smell instantly filled the air.

He kicked and struggled desperately, but in front of those iron-clamp-like hands, this bit of resistance was no more than an infant pushing a tank, futile and laughable.

The surrounding air temperature rose sharply, and vision became distorted and blurred under the high temperature.

At this moment, deep inside Fang Cheng's pupils, two clusters of golden flames seemed to be ignited.

Like a war machine warming up at full speed, he exuded a suffocating and terrifying coercion.

And this time, it was no longer probing, but preparing for full-power output.

Buzz, buzz, buzz——

A muffled roar of rotors came from overhead.

The military seemed to have discovered their hiding place.

That black war eagle adjusted its shooting angle and pressed down from the upper side once again.

The pitch-black minigun muzzle gleamed with a faint cold light under the searchlight.

The next wave of a metal storm capable of leveling the rooftop was poised and ready.

Right now!

Fang Cheng's eyes condensed, and he exerted force with his feet.

Bang!

The concrete floor shattered instantly.

His entire figure darted out of cover like teleportation, standing steadily on the helipad in the center of the rooftop, facing the armed helicopter directly.

Inside the cockpit, Captain Hu, who was about to order to fire, was stunned.

He saw that naked figure who suddenly jumped out wearing a ferocious ghost mask on his face, holding a big living person in his hand.

"What... does he want to do?"

Looking at the scene before him, an extremely absurd and uneasy intuition instantly struck Captain Hu's heart.

Before he could react.

Fang Cheng had already moved.

With both hands tightly grasping the Masked Man, his waist and abdominal muscles contracted abruptly.

His whole body was like a spring compressed to the extreme, and then he began to spin wildly.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——

The terrifying centrifugal force whipped up a gale.

The high-strength concrete under his feet could no longer bear this freakish strength, shattering inch by inch.

Gravel shot in all directions like bullets.

Captain Hu's eyelids twitched wildly, his heart feeling as if it had been heavily pinched by someone.

"Fire!! Stop him!!"

Dat, dat, dat, dat, dat——

The M134 minigun roared once more, and a dense whip of fire instantly lashed against Fang Cheng's body.

But this seemed completely meaningless.

Those bullet heads, sufficient to tear apart steel plates, fell onto that layer of golden Protective Aura shield and were bounced off one after another, just like raindrops hitting lotus leaves.

Occasionally, one or two stray bullets hit the ghost mask, but apart from splashing a string of sparks, not even a white mark was left.

"Rocket, blow him to death for me!"

Captain Hu roared hysterically, his thumb fiercely pressing down on the red launch button.

Swoosh——

Two Hydra rockets dragged tail flames and roared out once more.

At this critical juncture.

Fang Cheng let go.

"Off you go!!"

A violent shout, resembling a sudden clap of thunder on flat ground.

The Masked Man only felt as if he had been tied to an intercontinental missile, and was thrown out just like that.

In an instant, the sound of the wind in his ears disappeared, replaced by a sharp sonic boom that ruptured eardrums.

That was the sound of breaking the sound barrier.

During the high-speed Flight, the surrounding brilliant neon nightscape and tall buildings were all stretched into bizarre, blurred lines.

His skin began to burn hot, and his entire body seemed to be melting in the friction of the air.

The Masked Man never dreamed in his wildest dreams that his first time breaking the sound barrier with his Physical Body in this life would be in this manner.

"Ahhh——"

He let out a panic-stricken scream in the air, but the sound was left behind the moment it left his mouth.

Less than a hundred meters out of the tubes, the two rockets brushed past this human flesh cannonball.

Immediately following.

That figure wearing a tattered windbreaker, carrying an indomitable kinetic energy, fiercely smashed into the helicopter.

This strike was named Human Cannon!

Rumble!!

Behind him, the two rockets hit the rooftop, causing a violent explosion and soaring flames.

At the same time, a ball of blood mist also exploded high in the air.

The Masked Man's body was like an oversized anti-aircraft shell, hard-smashing into the nose of the armed helicopter.

That bulletproof glass, which had already been pierced by a dagger, instantly shattered into powder.

The huge impact directly dented a large chunk of the helicopter's nose.

The entire helicopter was like being fiercely slapped by a giant beast, its originally hovering fuselage tilting sideways abruptly, forcibly shifting horizontally in the air by seven or eight meters.

"Warning! Hydraulic System failure! Tail rotor failure!"

A harsh alarm sound suddenly rang out inside the cabin.

The out-of-balance helicopter began to draw an 8-shaped trajectory in the air.

Like being drunk, it violently shuddered while tumbling downward crookedly.

The cabin was in a mess.

Captain Hu had his face plastered with splashing glass shards and someone's unknown minced meat, his head slamming heavily onto the console.

Those three soldiers in the rear cabin responsible for the aviation miniguns had even worse luck.

The huge inertia flung them upside down like rag dolls.

If they hadn't tied safety ropes around themselves, they would have already been flung out of the cabin by now.

"Steady! Keep it steady!!"

Captain Hu couldn't care about wiping the blood off his face; rolling and crawling, he lunged toward the pilot seat, his hands gripping the control stick tightly.

But he discovered in despair that the console had been completely smashed by the corpse embedded in it.

Electric sparks splattered everywhere, and all the instrument panels were jumping around wildly.

"Damn it!"

Watching the helicopter fall along the glass curtain wall of the Silver Wing Building, the shadow of death shrouded everyone.

However, the nightmare had just begun.

At this moment, a dark shadow, like a hunting goshawk, leaped down from the fire-surging rooftop.

Bang!!

The helicopter suffered another violent shudder abruptly.

The man wearing the white ghost mask actually jumped straight in from the open side cabin door.

This kick landed heavily, with such massive force that it directly bent the reinforced crossbeam at the bottom of the cabin.

Making the already out-of-control falling fuselage plummet even more fiercely.

The cabin instantly plunged into a dead silence.

Only the harsh alarm sound and the howling wind outside echoed.

Everyone widened their eyes, looking in terror at this uninvited guest.

He was naked, every muscle bulging outward as if containing explosive power.

Under the reflection of the flickering red alarm light, the pale mask was a living ghost demanding one's life.

"Good evening, everyone."

Fang Cheng patted the dust off his hands, and a light chuckle came from behind the mask:

"You guys had a lot of fun just now, didn't you?"