The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 594 - 443 Bombing the Metropolis

Chapter 594: Chapter 443 Bombing the Metropolis

"Head to Rose Street."

Liu Zheng said to the driver.

Even though they were prepared to bomb the monk, failure was a possibility that needed consideration.

If the action failed or was incomplete, they would have to rely on the doctor and his team to fiercely confront these bald-headed monks.

"Alright."

The driver floored the gas, and the Hound instantly galloped down the road with enthusiasm.

"Faster."

Liu Zheng urged.

The old monk’s speed was terrifyingly fast, closing the distance to the tank in just a few blinks.

"As you wish."

The driver had been waiting for just this command.

He flipped open the cover next to the control stick, revealing a large red button, and then punched it.

A flower-shaped exhaust pipe composed of a main exhaust and a ring of secondary exhausts extended from the Hound’s rear, spewing blue flames.

"Hiss!"

Seeing this through the periscope, Liu Zheng’s sphincter tightened and he experienced a phantom pain.

Last time he raced with the postman, the scene was exactly like this after he took the "N₂O Propellant".

Under the effect of the propellant, the tank’s speed doubled, transforming from a corgi among dogs to a greyhound.

Meanwhile, the image of the old monk gradually receded in the periscope.

"Amitabha. Truly the people of the Bloody Restaurant have some tricks up their sleeves."

The old monk wasn’t particularly surprised.

Bloody Restaurant’s infamous reputation reached even into the Metaverse.

But he also saw through it; the delivery man was clearly here to save someone.

Since it was a private matter, each would rely on their own skills.

"Disciples, lend me a hand."

The old monk commanded.

"We obey the elder’s decree."

The cyber monks raised their right arms, and patterns of QR codes peeled off and flew towards him.

The old monk also raised his right arm, absorbing the QR codes into his own pattern, transforming it into a large glowing swastika.

"Ami...tabha."

He chanted the Buddha name long and slowly, his tone slightly heavy.

The QR code transmission technique, though not dangerous, demanded tremendous computational power and capacity from the one receiving it.

Had it been in his prime, it wouldn’t have mattered, but now, with less than half his strength left, using this method was a bit of a stretch.

The old monk only felt a throbbing pain in his forehead, with his shariputra nearly cracking; if he didn’t release it soon, he feared backlash from his power.

"A world in a flower, a bodhi in a leaf."

The monk recited a gatha, his fingers spread and reached for the tank.

A gigantic phantom hand appeared above the tank, grabbing it wholly.

The Hound, which had been freely running, seemed as though caged, clawing at the ground and letting out a pitiful wail.

"Colonel, surely the Hound can do better than this?"

Liu Zheng egged him on.

"Of course the Hound is more capable than this. But if I really go all out, you’ll all have to get out of the car."

The driver replied.

As a seasoned senior employee, the driver knew exactly where the boundaries lay.

Firing a few bullets to block lasers could be brushed off as accidental, but breaking through the Palm Buddha Country couldn’t be dismissed as a mere misstep on the gas pedal.

After all, if the driver wanted, he could toss Liu Zheng and his team out of the car, and the other side would naturally let him go.

"Alright, this should be far enough."

Liu Zheng glanced around; their position was just near a park, with the nearest residential building tens of meters away, and the park itself was naturally empty.

He didn’t know how powerful the airstrike would be; if collateral damage still occurred, there was nothing more he could do.

Considering his limited capabilities, he was content just to protect those around him.

"Then begin your show. I haven’t seen an airstrike in ages; let’s hope those gray beasts’ stuff isn’t as weak as their borscht."

His face once again displayed a chilling smile.

"I’m not worried about that; I’m only concerned that the airstrike might be too effective, taking us with it."

Liu Zheng quipped.

"Don’t doubt my expertise in tank modification. If those gray beasts truly surprise me, I won’t mind sacrificing myself to shield you from the bombs."

The driver declared decisively.

"Colonel, you’re awesome."

He used four tendrils to give a thumbs-up in praise.

In other matters, perhaps, but the driver would never lie when it came to the Red Ghost, as that would be akin to denying his own existence.

"Go on, set off the grand fireworks. The Metropolis sky hasn’t brightened in ages."

The driver said faintly, with a hint of melancholy in his tone.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng took out the airstrike alarm and Frog Fish King’s resonance sac, then opened the hatch and climbed out of the tank.

"Amitabha. The sea of bitterness is boundless; this humble one advises the benefactor to turn back before it’s too late."

Upon seeing him, the old monk immediately said.

"Heaven above. The net of justice is wide; I advise the monk to halt in time."

Liu Zheng retorted directly.

"The benefactor jests. When the Bloody Restaurant forced deliveries and took lives, did they ever care for justice?"

The old monk said with a sarcastic tone.

"Good point, let’s see who’s right with actions then."

He nodded.

"With actions?"

The old monk was puzzled for a moment, then saw Liu Zheng stuffing the Frog Fish King’s resonance sac into his mouth.

"Name: Frog Fish King’s Resonance Sac (Single Use)"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: Exquisite"

"Effect: Produces a powerful indiscriminate soundwave attack after use."

"Note: Strictly prohibited for use in public places, violators will face fines and imprisonment ranging from ten to a hundred years."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Ribbit!"

His cheeks puffed up high, then instantly deflated.