Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 339 Talented People Emerge in Liuxing Street

"Old Man Guan's people?"

Qin Huai narrowed his eyes, filtering out the strong light, trying to see clearly the large mechanical equipment hovering at low altitude.

[Merlion-1 Flying Bus]: This is a classic large-scale floating vehicle specially customized by Gongshu Technology for Singapore, Malaysia and Hong Kong thirty years ago. It is expensive and can be used for both military and civilian purposes. It can transport a platoon ( people) of troops quickly in the city at high speed and with low noise.

Note: Although it was originally designed for personnel transportation, the Merlion is equipped with a powerful intelligent missile defense system that can be used to deal with most emergencies.

The large flying bus in front of him looked like a fusion of a van and an armed helicopter, but it had no tires or rotors, and the wheels were replaced by turbine engines that spewed blue flames. The entire black-gray body gradually descended in a relatively stable posture, approaching the metal alley.

Pull!

The heavy armored door covered with bullet holes and scratches was pulled open horizontally. Four burly men wrapped in long black raincoats, each holding first aid equipment, jumped directly off the Merlion.

"Fuck, this guy's brain is shattered into pieces."

"Just make sure the biological brain isn't burnt. Hurry up."

The four men in black seemed to have special identification skills, and could quickly confirm the value of the rescue targets. They picked up the Cockscomb with half of its skull shattered and the Yellow Robe Monk whose head had disappeared, tied them up with carbon fiber ropes, and shouted to Qin Huai and the other man, "You two go up first, and the rest will be magnetically sucked into the cabin later."

Seeing Qin Huai nod, Chu Qing did not hesitate. He stretched out his arm to pick up the temporarily disguised Qin Huai, and leaped into the five or six meter high cabin of the Merlion.

"What a powerful function! This kind of output requires at least a third-level prosthetic body and a sixth-grade elixir method. When did such a strong person come to Singapore and Malaysia?"

Countless pieces of information flashed across the eyes of the leading man in black, but he didn't think much about it. He immediately waved to his companions, pulled the rope lowered by the Merlion, and followed him back to the cabin.

"Fat Bear, get to work."

The man in black knocked on the sealed front bulkhead, and the same clanging metallic knocking sound immediately came back from the other end.

Qin Huai watched coldly and looked outside the cabin. He could feel that the center of gravity and posture of this [Merlion] had changed.

In fact, Qin Huai's perception was correct. Soon, the rectangular electromagnetic suction cup that served as the ceiling and covered the top of the Merlion with an open-top structure was lifted up by a mechanical arm and extended to the alley below, sucking up all the gangsters with mechanical prostheses installed in their bodies.

"Won't strong electromagnetics damage the prosthesis and brain machine? Are all of Guan's men so rough when they work?"

Qin Huai's eyes flickered, and then he asked.

"Don't worry, this is a medical electromagnetic suction cup developed by Yongsheng Company. It is safe and reliable, and is most suitable for transporting large numbers of casualties."

The man in black waved his hand, signaling his companions to give sedatives to all the wounded thrown into the cabin and wait for follow-up treatment.

"where are we going?"

"Of course it's Liuxing Street. Where else do you want to go? The Huagu Dojo of the Four-Faced Buddha?"

The man in black glanced at Qin Huai and quickly lost interest in this gangster whose entire body was original flesh and had no cyborg modifications.

With a fading humming sound, I felt a lifting sensation under my seat, and the narrow alleys, haphazardly stacked metal buildings, neon lights and outlines of tall buildings outside the window began to fall.

The Merlion passes through the skyscrapers, avoiding the skytrain across the sky like a swimming fish, and knocks countless holographic advertisements into layers of neon ripples.

Suddenly, some flames appeared in the wind and rain in front of the hovercraft.

"Fuck, that's not right. Why is there a Divine Bird Festival at this time?! Guan Gu, check again, what time is it now?"

The man in black who looked like the captain turned his head suddenly and asked his companion next to him.

“2277年12月31日23：52分，农历腊月初一。”

"There are still seven days until the La Festival. How come the Divine Bird Festival is so early?"

The man in black stretched out his mechanical prosthetic hand and pounded the front bulkhead twice: "Fat Bear, slow down and avoid them!"

"You guys better behave yourself and don't attract His attention!"

After hearing the warning, Qin Huai silently held down Chu Qing, who was rubbing his hands together and preparing for a fight, and signaled him to wait and see what would happen.

Several people looked out the window and saw that the fire in front of them was getting brighter and brighter, almost lighting up the entire night sky.

At the same time, the holographic advertising transmitters placed on top of the skyscrapers suddenly shut down, as if they were afraid of something.

The colorful neon lights disappeared in an instant, leaving only the huge figures like Dharma images slowly approaching in the distance, illuminating the dark sky in the dark clouds and rainstorm.

Twelve bronze chariots flew out from the wind and rain, with agarwood burning on the chariots.

The driver was wearing a black robe and a red skirt, wrapped in a thick bear skin. He raised a bronze spear and shield, and his four golden eyes emitted a brilliant divine light.

Behind Him, many shadows appeared and disappeared in the wind and rain, holding red gauze lanterns, carrying flags and ceremonial flags, and beating gongs and drums.

In addition to these shadowy figures, there are twelve half-human, half-beast holographic giants of different appearances escorting the team on both sides.

Boqi is a bird, Qiangliang is a tiger with a human body and two snakes on his fingers, Xiongbo is a human with a leopard face and a mane that curls into horns.
Qin Huai glanced at the huge Dharma image that seemed to reach the sky and the earth, and quietly opened his eyes to take a glimpse.

[Fang Xiangshi]: An advanced digital life with the status of a god or Buddha, it integrates the cyber concepts of driving away epidemics and avoiding evil spirits. Its computing power is as vast as the ocean, making it extremely dangerous to ordinary people.

The firelight gradually dimmed, and the twelve bronze chariots and the gods holding spears and shields went away.

The solemn rhythmic sound of gongs and drums still surrounded the surroundings. Shadows of gods and ghosts passed by the window. Some were extremely tall, and only the boots could be seen stepping through the air. Some looked like ordinary people, with green faces and fangs.
Qin Huai looked at these cyber ghosts with interest. They were like gods descending from outer space, completely different from the four men in black who were holding their breath in concentration in the cabin.

Just then, a scarlet mask with sharp teeth and blood-red color happened to pass by the window. It was covered with red and green clothes with intricate patterns. At first glance, it looked like a hideous and ferocious sunny doll.

[Little Ghost]: The spirit of things is called a ghost. Its good and evil are the most difficult to predict. It is one of the 120 sinners under the command of the great god Fangxiang.

As if noticing Qin Huai's gaze, the [Little Devil] mask turned around and looked at him.

The wind and rain outside were very strong, and the details on the mask were blurry, but with Qin Huai's extraordinary eyesight, he could still see its blood-red face, its uneven eyebrows full of teasing, and its cold and cunning eyes.

Dang~
But soon, a gong sound was heard in the distance, and the [Little Devil] mask opened its mouth wide, reluctantly giving up Qin Huai, a street thug who had no prosthetics on his body but inexplicably exuded a dangerous aura.

The sound of gongs and drums gradually faded away, and Qin Huai spoke to break the dead silence in the cabin.

"what is that?"

"The Divine Bird Festival, the great god Fangxiang and his 120 slaves are driving away the plague and warding off evil." The speaker was Guan Gu, the man in black who had announced the time earlier. His Chinese had a slight Kanto accent.

"Sacrificial offerings? Nuo? Do you have this custom in Singapore, Malaysia and Hong Kong?"

“No, this is a religious activity that is being carried out simultaneously around the world.”

The captain of the men in black shook his head, and the artificial eye under the hood stared at Qin Huai closely: "Didn't you come from the Greater Bay Area Public Nursing Home? How come you don't even know this?"

Qin Huai was not surprised to see the man in black reveal his identity information.

In this almost completely information-based super-future society, as long as the quality of the human brain machine encountered is acceptable and there is a determination to investigate, it is easy to find out the fabricated identity background of the ninja.

However, this is exactly what Qin Huai wants to see.

The more you do, the more mistakes you make; the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make. Instead of spending a lot of effort to make your identity a layered cake that is easily exposed, it is better to directly disguise yourself as a blank sheet of paper. It is simple and labor-saving, and there is a lot of room for creativity.

"I've never been outside the Greater Bay Area before, so how could I know this existed in other places?"

Qin Huai spread his hands and brushed the matter off.

"arrive."

Chu Qing suddenly spoke up, choking back the rest of the black-clad captain's words.

Just as he said, the Merlion began to slowly descend.

In front of us is a cylindrical trapezoidal building, which is so large that it can almost be called a small city.

The building on the top floor is not finished, and incompletely dismantled supporting structures can be seen everywhere.

A large warehouse with open areas on all sides was filled with rusty mechanical components. A metal Buddha, with half of his face painted with unknown oil paint, had his hands clasped together, tears of blood streaming down his face. A Bodhisattva lay under a lotus pedestal, with a broken vase.

Through the glass window, Qin Huai saw three large characters floating on the outer layer of the building - Ruiyan Terrace
[Ruiyan Terrace]: The ancient Taoist temple [Ruiyan Temple] where Koubing Pizhi Lao Buddha once lived in Singapore and Malaysia Port. After the power outage, only the ruins remained. It was transformed by the grassroots people, and underneath is an intricate underground world that looks like an ant nest.

The turbines hummed, the blue flames gradually weakened, and the Merlion landed on the open space that had been specially cleared in front of Ruiyan Terrace. The man in black pressed the cockpit button, and the steel plate at the bottom of the cabin slowly rose, turning into a large cart, which slid into the dark underground passage along with the neatly stacked wounded on it.

"Follow closely, don't get lost."

As soon as he finished speaking, two men in black rushed into the underground passage with an electric cart.

"Let's go?"

Seeing the remaining two men in black giving warnings, Qin Huai naturally had no intention of escaping and followed them into the dark passage that meandered downwards.

In the extremely long underground passage, there are luminous objects of various shapes at regular intervals, providing faint light for this underground world.

Candles, oil lamps, glow sticks, neon light strips.
But without exception, these things are the products of the post-industrial age. Qin Huai kept an eye out, but did not find a bonfire lit with grass or wood, as if this most primitive way of lighting had been abandoned by the times.

Under the glow of uncertain intensity, there is a "person" sitting against the wall, chasing the light like a moth.

These people's bodies seem to be made up of completely inharmonious limbs. The corroded zinc cyanide plating, discolored silicone rubber pad printing marks, crude engineering design, and rusty metal components make them look like garbage abandoned by the times.

"I pay homage to the Tathagata of Infinite Light, and then I recite the mantra, and spread out endless bits."

"Offerings to the Buddhas, enlightening all living beings, and manifesting oneself like lightning."

"Breaking the web of demonic vision, untying all entanglements, reaching far beyond the realms of pratyekabuddhas and pratyekabuddhas, purifying oneself from defilement, soaring into the sky."

Many Buddhist scriptures that were chanted in a low voice and seemed to be ambiguous were buzzing in the corridor. Qin Huai looked up and saw that the walls behind these religious believers were graffitied with Buddha heads and lotus flowers, and were covered with words such as "Rebirth in the Pure Land" and "Lotus World".

The men in black were not surprised by this, as if they had become accustomed to these poor creatures and had become immune to them.

Without stopping, they followed the electric cart under the dim argon light, turning three or two corners, passing through a series of messy and crowded corridors, and entered a huge suite of several hundred square meters.

"Guys, there are eighteen basic Kuafu-11 cyborgs who were beaten into a hive by R-5's micro-light fingers, and one Bi Mantis-2 cyborg whose brain was shattered and only had a biological brain. In addition."

The captain of the men in black turned his head and glanced at Qin Huai. Data flashed in his artificial eye under his hood: "Will you save the walker who has illegal implants all over his body?"

"No, and I don't have any money in my account. You have to remove his prosthesis to pay for the consultation."

Qin Huai shook his head, looking past the men in white coats and black clothes, and looked at the old man in a flowered shirt who was operating a dozen robotic arms to perform surgery not far away.

[Ghost Hand Pass]: The cybernetic black doctor from [Rui Yan Tai]. Although his medical license was revoked due to a medical malpractice in his early years, his skills are still superb. Coupled with the personal connections he accumulated in the old days, he has also built up a considerable foundation in the underground world over the years.

"The remaining prosthetic bodies of this walker are all worthless junk. The real good stuff is in his hands."

The man in black stretched out his metal finger and tapped the silver-white bald head in Chu Qing's palm, and his words were as cold and hard as a robot without temperature.

"Then tear it down too. But this is my trophy after all, I want to see it myself."

Chu Qing spoke at the right time and made a request according to the information Qin Huai sent through the Yanfu conversation.

"Of course, it's your right."

The one who spoke was the old man in the flowered shirt. He had finished the operation and was walking towards Qin Huai and the others holding a metal spine with bloodstains on it.

[Naga-1 Titanium Skeleton]: This is a substitute developed by the Brahma Group based on the [Buzhou-1 Plastic Steel Skeleton] of the Pan-Asian People's Republic. It is only supplied to the National Self-Defense Forces. For some reason, it ended up in the underground black market in Singapore, Malaysia and Hong Kong.

"Can he be saved?"

Qin Huai pointed at the cockscomb whose most of the head had disappeared, and was quite curious.

"The biological brain damage is no more than 5%, but the brain machine has been blown to pieces. He can be saved, but because the entire brain machine needs to be replaced, he will lose some of the relevant memories and the alchemy martial arts that were injected into him."

The electronic medical record delivered by the man in black appeared in the old man's eyes, and he explained to Qin Huai casually.

"The ninth-grade Mantis Fist is only worth 7,000 yuan, not even half the price of the pair of Mantis Blades. If he dares to fight in an underground boxing match, he can make the money back in two or three matches."

Old Man Guan glanced at Qin Huai's original body and said casually, "However, it is rare to see a stray dog ​​of your age without any prosthetic transformation. Why, do you have an immunodeficiency disease?"

(End of this chapter)