71: Chapter 71 High-Tech Weapons Malfunction? Try Our 7.62mm

"Buzz—" A teeth-gritting sound of electrical overload echoed across the rooftop.

It wasn't just the "fire poker" in Hawkeye's hand.

The near three-meter-tall giant "Meat Mountain" was patting his chest's energy core like a panicked gorilla. The AT Field shield light, which should have been emitting a ghostly blue glow, was flickering like a broken lightbulb, then emitted a puff of black smoke and went out completely.

The "Succubus" in tight leather, with her hot figure, looked at her prized "optical camouflage cloak" in disbelief. This S-rank equipment, which cost 5,000 reward points, now hung on her like a cheap rag, looking nothing more than a bit eccentric, with zero stealth effect.

"My exoskeleton is locked!"

"Energy circulation System offline!"

"Damn it, even the communication channel is full of static!"

Panic finally shifted from the civilians, who were viewed as ants, to the faces of these high-and-mighty "gods."

In the command vehicle downstairs, Gu Changan watched the energy reaction points on the screen turning gray. He calmly picked up his thermos and blew on the goji berries floating on top.

"This is the 'Global Spiritual Qi Band Blocking Network' that was completed last week."

He said to the technician beside him, his tone as if he were introducing a newly bought router: "Although it is still in the testing phase and consumes a bit of power, it works quite well against this kind of ragtag army that relies on external energy Systems."

As long as specific band frequencies are cut off, these so-called "high-tech god-tier equipment" are just a pile of cumbersome scrap metal.

On the rooftop.

Tyrant looked at the chaotic team members around him, the red light in his single eye almost dripping with blood. He violently tore off the heavy, hundreds-of-kilogram power armor shell that had now become a shackle.

"Clang!"

The heavy alloy smashed the floor tiles.

"What are you panicking about!"

Tyrant roared, the sound wave making the eardrums of several nearby team members ache. "Even without these flashy equipment, we are powerhouses who have opened the Gene Lock! Our physical strength is ten, a hundred times that of a normal person!"

He pulled out the alloy saber from his back. Originally, this blade should have been accompanied by high-frequency vibration particle streams, capable of easily cutting through tank armor. Now, although the light was dim, it was still a chilling murder weapon.

"Since technology can't be used, then use the most primitive method!"

Tyrant's face was ferocious, muscles bulging like granite. "Kill them all! It just takes a little more effort! Charge with me, fight our way out!"

"Kill!"

Infected by the captain's Aura, Meat Mountain and Hawkeye also discarded their heavy scrap metal equipment and drew their backup cold weapons. Meat Mountain roared and was the first to charge toward the safety passage door leading downstairs, like a tank.

He was the team's tank, possessing a C-rank "Raging Orc" bloodline enhancement. His skin was as hard as iron; even if an ordinary small-caliber pistol were held against his forehead, it would only leave a white mark.

"Bang!"

The iron door of the stairwell was kicked away by Meat Mountain, smashing into the depths of the stairwell with a whistling wind.

"Ants! Die!"

Meat Mountain brandished two huge mountain-opening axes, his entire body filling the narrow stairwell, charging down like a runaway train.

However, what greeted him was not panicked screams, nor disorganized counterattacks.

It was a neat, uniform row of pitch-black, cold gun barrels.

Twelve fully armed Special Police occupied every blind spot of the stairwell in a tactical formation. They were not holding the light submachine guns that were prone to overheating, but uniform Type 95 assault rifles equipped with special extended drum magazines.

No shouting.

No warnings.

Not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The Special Police squad leader standing at the very front just coldly pulled the trigger.

"Da-da-da-da-da-da!"

Tongues of fire instantly merged in the dim stairwell, and the dense gunfire sounded like exploding beans.

The ferocious grin on Meat Mountain's face instantly froze.

His proud Orc skin was as brittle as thin paper in front of these seemingly ordinary bullets.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"

Countless blood flowers bloomed on his massive body. Every bullet that burrowed into his muscles erupted with a strange golden glimmer; that was the "Armor-Piercing Rune" carved on the bullet head taking effect.

This was the latest achievement of the National Spiritual Qi Research Institute—using nano-laser engraving technology to carve the Immortal Realm's armor-piercing technique onto 7.62mm tungsten-core armor-piercing bullets.

The violent aesthetics of technology and metaphysics.

"Ahhhh!"

Meat Mountain let out a shrill scream. Huge inertia forced him to continue charging forward, but with every step, large chunks of flesh were torn off by the bullets.

This was a massacre.

"How is this possible... Mortal weapons..."

Meat Mountain crashed to his knees, his kneecaps completely shattered by the large-caliber bullets. He widened his eyes, watching those shiny yellow shell casings jumping in front of him, his eyes filled with confusion about this world.

The script was wrong.

The police in a low-martial arts world shouldn't they be holding those broken guns that can only shoot through wooden boards?

"Bang!"

The Special Police squad leader stepped forward expressionlessly, the muzzle pressed against Meat Mountain's trembling forehead, and fired the final shot.

The huge corpse collapsed like a mountain of meat, blocking half of the stairwell.

Behind him, Hawkeye and Succubus were suppressed by this terrifying firepower and couldn't even lift their heads, only able to shrink back into the corner in a sorry state.

"Is this what you called mowing down enemies?" Hawkeye looked at the miserable state of Meat Mountain on the ground, his teeth chattering. "This is fucking purgatory difficulty!"

"Don't shoot! I'm a woman! I was forced!"

Succubus rolled her eyes, suddenly tore open her already scantily clad top, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, her eyes flowing with charm, peering out from the corner pitifully.

C-rank skill: Charm Eyes.

As long as it's a male creature, seeing her eyes would cause the brain to secrete excessive dopamine, instantly losing the desire to attack.

However.

Those Special Police seemed not to see this voluptuous scene at all, still maintaining their standard shooting posture. A blue light flashed across the tactical goggles on their faces, and the built-in retinal barrier directly filtered out all mental interference bands.

"Target attempting mental attack."

"Execute Plan B."

The Special Police squad leader said coldly, pulled a cylindrical object from his waist, pulled the ring, and threw it out.

Not a grenade.

It was a special flash-bang grenade.

"Buzz—!"

Dazzling white light erupted in the narrow space, accompanied by a deafening sound of up to 170 decibels.

"Ah! My eyes!"

Succubus rolled on the ground, screaming while covering her eyes. All charm, all allure, turned into a mess of snot and tears at this moment.

Immediately followed by a ruthless burst of gunfire.

The screams stopped abruptly.

Smoke filled the air.

Gu Changan stepped over the shell casings all over the floor and walked up slowly from downstairs. He was carrying two black Beretta 92Fs, his favorite retro style. Of course, the magazines were also loaded with enchanted armor-piercing bullets.

He didn't even look at the riddled corpse of Succubus on the ground, his leather shoes leaving clear footprints in the pool of blood.

"My lord, the times have changed long ago."

Gu Changan blew the smoke from the muzzle and looked up at the rickety iron door at the end of the stairs, his voice echoing in the dead-silent stairwell.

"Gene Lock? Bloodline enhancement?"

"In the face of industrialized metal storms, all beings are equal."

"Come out, Captain Tyrant. Or do you want me to blow up this building and dig you out of the ruins?"