Chapter 1 Loki

A flash of light ripped through the void, and Loki emerged like a demon god. Gungnir, in his grasp, radiated an indescribably sharp light, firing out five or six twisted beams that crackled and hissed, occasionally whipping against the sand like a lash, kicking up puffs of dust.

But it was clear that the blue on Loki's body was more intense, especially on his face, where distinct blue纹理 (wenli, patterns) had appeared, like the face paint soldiers used to conceal their identities. At the same time, the veins on Loki's temples were throbbing, indicating that his body was not in optimal condition.

This guy's teleportation ability was extremely abnormal. As long as he could see a place, he could instantly teleport there, even including places he saw indirectly, like on TV. However, the farther the distance, the longer the charging time, the greater the cost, and the longer the ability's cooldown.

For example, if he teleported a few hundred meters, it would probably take a second to chant and ten seconds to cool down. But when Fu was about to kill Carlos, Loki could only use indirect teleportation, and the chanting and charging time would probably take several minutes. The casting cost of teleportation might be several merit points, and he would arrive with no mana, with the cooldown time extended to 24 hours.

However, Loki must have a way to use a ultimate move for lossless teleportation; otherwise, teleporting with no mana would be like sending food to Fu. Of course, ultimate moves like that were terrifying, but they were definitely a double-edged sword. Either the cooldown time was outrageously long, like Fang Senyan's Sigh of the Reaper, or the cost was unbearable.

"How is it, boss?" Carlos asked, gasping for breath, his body charred. His trademark ponytail had been burned to pieces. If he was reluctant to spend universal points to repair it, he would have to sport a buzz cut for a long time, which was quite amusing.

Loki said with a grim face:

"A total of four vehicles. I blew them all up, and there was no trace of contractors intervening."

Steel File frowned deeply:

"Is there such a coincidence? Although we were more than ten kilometers apart, we specifically sought out high-perception helpers to make up for our shortcomings! Such intense and crazy bombardment, didn't he have any advance warning at all? Was he just blown to death?"

Carlos took out a palmtop computer and tapped a few times.

"Confirmed. The a150300mm wheeled rocket launcher can fire specially made m26 dual-propellant rockets, which increases the launch speed to an astonishing value. Theoretically, it only takes 1.3 seconds from firing the rocket to the explosion, and aiming is done by satellite... so, if he was careless at the time, 1.3 seconds is indeed not enough time to warn. For a mission of this S-grade difficulty, it's not too strange."

"Also, most importantly, who dares to stand in our way? The combination of the boss and the strongest MT, Fu, doesn't even dare to show up! What's more, he was seriously injured by the boss before, maybe he's recuperating somewhere."

Steel File snorted, tacitly agreeing with Carlos's half-flattering, half-truthful statement:

"...I always feel that something is wrong. We'd better go to the target area quickly. Now that the team's perceivers are gone, if we are caught by the satellite again and the other side launches unconventional weapons, we will suffer a great loss."

Loki opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, because if he wanted to avoid satellite detection, he would have to go underground. But underground, Loki's teleportation ability would be greatly weakened. As for teleporting to the screen in a non-conventional way, it would take a long time to chant, and a soldier could interrupt it with a burst of machine gun fire.

But if he said it, it would be a clear expression of doubt about Steel File, and that was not something he could do.

*

Fang Senyan also looked a little embarrassed at this time.

Because he was acting simultaneously with the four a150300mm wheeled rocket launchers. Without his perception coverage, there would be no way to achieve a surprise attack. Fang Senyan didn't expect that Loki's counterattack would come so quickly and violently!

Fortunately, Fang Senyan had predicted Loki's attack one step in advance, jumped out of the car, and drilled into the sand, otherwise, a direct battle with Loki would have been unavoidable! More importantly, Loki could use a sticky tactic to delay until reinforcements arrived.

But Fang Senyan knew that the ace team was definitely not the opponent at this time. The main reason was that the guy named Steel File had broken the balance, unless Fu stood on his side, then Fang Senyan would be confident to have a direct battle, but that was obviously impossible.

After boarding the helicopter that came to pick him up, Fang Senyan immediately turned on the communicator:

"Hey! How is it?"

"They disappeared under satellite surveillance. You were right, these guys should have gone underground. Their mission prompts should only give a rough area, and they need to continue to explore, otherwise, they will definitely rush up."

Sanzi replied.

After Fang Senyan jumped off the helicopter, Zi reconnected his call:

"Confirmed that the target went underground, confirmed, they are now walking on the periphery of Zone F."

Fang Senyan couldn't help but snap his fingers. Dr. W's laboratory was in Zone A, which meant that Loki and the others had chosen the farthest route from their destination! So, a series of transfer orders were issued again, and Fang Senyan also called Mr. G in his spare time:

"Hello, Mr. G."

"Hello, Sailor."

"I have now caused you to lose eight helicopters, one hundred and thirty-eight people, and four a150300mm wheeled rocket launchers, and it can be expected that the losses will continue to increase, even tenfold."

Mr. G was silent for a while:

"That's not what I'm concerned about. You know, I only ask you one thing, will Dr. W's research be interfered with?"

"Apart from his late-stage liver cancer, I don't think anything can interfere with him." Fang Senyan said seriously.

Mr. G breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's what I want to hear. As for the losses, you can control them within the scope of the losses caused by the arrival of the apocalypse. I will open up the relevant permissions for you."

Mr. G's implication was clear. Anyway, most of the country's strength would be lost in the natural disasters when the apocalypse came, so it might as well let it play its residual heat... After Fang Senyan was authorized, he immediately issued an order!

"Immediately transport three more Seeding Machine Defense Systems to Zone D! As quickly as possible! In addition, immediately transfer troops from the Tibet Military Region, and arm them to the teeth! What? Number of people? As many as possible while keeping it secret from the outside world! Their weapons should be powerful concussion weapons, mainly those that can destroy caves. Finally, help me ask Dr. W when the next medication time is, I need to meet him."

*

Soon, Fang Senyan saw Dr. W again.

He was lying flat on a chair, needing three injections.

The first injection was of course a painkiller, which didn't have much effect on him, but it was better than nothing.

The second injection was a highly concentrated nutrient solution. Overloaded operation and cancer cells were frantically squeezing his life, physical strength, and energy, so he had to provide more support to this almost dying body.

The third injection was a radiotherapy drug. Although cancer cells had spread throughout the body, killing more meant fighting for a chance of survival.

Dr. W was much older than when he first saw him. Whether it was the wrinkles on his face, the light in his eyes, or even his voice, he was much older. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, only his eyes were even more intimidating, and there was unwillingness!

Fang Senyan looked at him, smiled, and said:

"Long story short, two things. First, one of my little friends will reinforce the rocks around your laboratory, which can effectively prevent external factors from affecting you. Second...Dr. W, don't you feel very unwilling now, that you lack the strength to do what you want?"

"Yes, I know, my life is coming to an end. I can clearly see where the end of life is. I only hate why God won't give me two more days!" Dr. W said lightly, with helplessness in his tone.

Fang Senyan raised a finger:

"Perhaps I can help a little with this matter, provided you believe me."

Dr. W showed a self-deprecating smile:

"For a person whose remaining life can only be calculated in hours, what else can't I let go of."

Fang Senyan took out the endless vodka flask, shook it, and smiled:

"Take a sip and try it."

The doctor next to him immediately became anxious and said:

"Hey!! That's liquor, the doctor's esophagus and stomach have now been corroded by cancer cells, you are murdering him!!"

Fang Senyan ignored him, looked at Dr. W, and Dr. W sighed:

"I haven't drunk alcohol for ten years. The taste of Moutai is really nostalgic, well, I hope the taste of vodka won't be disappointing."

As he spoke, he took the flask and took a big gulp, closed his eyes, and carefully savored the feeling.

The doctor next to him immediately closed his eyes in pain and shouted:

"Stretcher, adrenaline, prepare for first aid!!!"

At the same time, two nurse girls were ready to catch the about-to-fall Dr. W... but the middle-aged man did not fall, and a trace of brilliance flashed in his reopened eyes!!

"This...this vodka!!!"