Watching the helicopter spin and crash into the mountain pass, Luoyang couldn't help but think of the classic war movie "Black Hawk Down". Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Black Hawk helicopter in the movie was shot down at close range by militants with an RPG, what happened to this helicopter?

What exactly is that black line flying out of the tourist bus? It was able to shoot down a helicopter gunship two kilometers away.

Luoyang is a half-military fan, but at the moment, he can't figure out what kind of attack the black line is, there is no sound and sign before launch, and there is no fire and tail flame during the flight, I don't know what its power source is, and like a missile, it can maneuver and change orbit and track the target, just like alien technology. On top of that, he had been on that tourist shuttle before, with a few empty rows of seats and no heavy weapons at all.

Resisting the vomiting sensation caused by the stun bomb, he stood up and looked towards the tourist shuttle.

I saw that in the carriage, the old man who had only been looking at his mobile phone had left his seat and was standing facing the window.

He hadn't been stunned by the blasts from before!

Luoyang was a little surprised, this old man's physical fitness was really not ordinary, and those few detonator bombs made him suffer a lot, and even the glass of the tourist shuttle bus was all shattered.

Immediately, he discovered something even more shocking, the old man's body actually emitted strong electromagnetic radiation, almost seven stories high, and the ripple-like wave marks enveloped the entire mountain pass, like a dream enchantment.

Luoyang once suspected that he might be hallucinating, and blinked his eyes vigorously, but the scenery in front of him did not disappear and did not change.

"Oh my God, what the hell is this?"

Luoyang has a feeling of dry mouth, the electromagnetic radiation emitted by Li Changsheng's body is one or two meters high, which is scary enough, it is already dozens of times that of him, but this old man is dozens of times that of Li Changsheng, is this still a human? I really can't imagine how strong the bioelectric current in his body is, and how terrifying his body's ability is. And along the way, he didn't show any of it, and perfectly hid the electromagnetic radiation, which made Luoyang feel a chill in the back of his neck.

The old man took off the long strip-shaped rucksack on his back, held it in his arms with one hand, and opened the zipper at one end.

There is a bit of a deviation from Luoyang's previous speculation, and it is not a trekking pole or a golf club, but a long wooden box.

The style is very simple, uncarved, and not painted, but it seems to be often caressed, with a layer of warm and moist jade-like pulp, which is very durable and has an antique feeling.

Luoyang was pondering what this long box was for, when the old man's other hand suddenly moved, and his fingertips trembled slightly, as if holding an invisible silk thread.

The electromagnetic radiation around the body was also stirred, and suddenly there was a strange scene like the tide rising and falling.

A few seconds later, Luoyang heard a buzzing sound, like the afterglow of a bell, but even more poignant and urgent.

A black line returned from afar, slowing down abruptly in front of the shattered window, revealing its true face.

It was a long sword that was pitch black, without any edge, not even smooth enough, and had a pitted surface, like a crude iron rod.

Luoyang gasped, feeling that his brain was not enough, and his materialist worldview seemed to have been hit hard by this iron rod, and a large number of cracks appeared.

"It's ...... Flying swords? ”

Rao is Luoyang and has a doctorate in physics, and he can't use his life's learning to explain why this iron rod flies, so he can only temporarily associate it with the 'flying sword' in fantasy novels.

But Luoyang couldn't connect this old man who could use his mobile phone to surf the Internet, read the original English version of Nature magazine, and wore a Nike brand jacket with the legendary 'Sword Fairy'.

Shouldn't the legendary sword fairies all be fluttering in white and otherworldly, similar to the white paintings in the TV series "Flower Thousand Bone".

And this nondescript sword fairy also shot down a helicopter gunship with a flying sword, how bloody this plot is.

Luoyang's whole person was in a bit of a trance, and he was stunned to see that the black iron rod was like a suspended magic prop, guided by the old man's fingers, through the broken car window, and into the wooden box.

Syllable!

The old man covered the wooden box, put it in the bag, and after pulling the zipper, he casually threw it behind him, and the bag ran to his back.

It didn't look like a flying sword at all, as if the wooden box really contained a worthless broken iron rod.

As the flying sword entered the box, the electromagnetic radiation emitted from his body also disappeared, and he disappeared like everyone else.

Luoyang pressed the shock in his heart, took his eyes off the old man for a short time, and turned his head to look at the helicopter that was falling from mid-air.

There was black smoke from the tail of the plane, sparks burst out from time to time, the fuselage was spinning out of control, the rotor lost its rotation, could no longer provide a little lift, and fell straight down, there was no possibility of forced landing, and at this time the plane was at least one or two hundred meters away from the ground, this kind of height, neither safe and sound impact touched the ground, nor could it parachute escape, it can be described as the height of death, and the crew on the plane may not survive.

Luoyang's mood at the moment is quite complicated, and he doesn't know whether he should be lucky or not.

The plane was shot down, and he escaped today, but the contradictions between him and the country are becoming more and more difficult to reconcile.

And the soldiers on the plane, in fact, are also innocent, just acting according to orders.

Luoyang has become a little confused on the major issue of right and wrong.

Before he could figure out this question, his eyes caught a trace of astonishing anomalies, just when the helicopter was about thirty or forty meters from the ground, a vague figure jumped out of the inclined and out of control cabin, the terrifying bouncing force was like an enlarged grasshopper, not only overcoming the weightlessness caused by the fall, but also rushing forward more than ten meters, quickly out of the dangerous area near the helicopter, and was not hit by the rotors.

He quickly adjusted his stance in mid-air, and then his body began to fall, slamming heavily into the ground.

Less than half a second later, the helicopter crashed to the ground, the ammunition and fuel exploded, making a loud noise, and the terrifying fire ball rushed up twenty or thirty meters high.

It is conceivable that if he hadn't jumped out of the cabin at the last moment, he would have been left with no bones left.

This thrilling leap is by no means something that ordinary people can do, not to mention how difficult it is to jump out of the tumbling and rotating cabin in a weightless state, and also to get out of the dangerous area near the rotors, just falling from a height of thirty or forty meters, normal people are also blurred of flesh and blood, but that person is unscathed, falling to the ground on all fours, bending his arms and bowing his waist, greatly reducing the impact force, like a leopard that pounces down from a tree.

The expensive-looking suit on his body was torn from the back, revealing the white shirt underneath, which was cracked.

After the shock wave from the explosion of the plane passed overhead, the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes quickly stood up from the pile of rubble, somewhat tyrannically ripped off the tie around his neck, and looked up in the direction of the mountain pass, Luoyang didn't know if he saw him, but nearly a thousand meters away, he still felt the hot killing intent in his eyes, and a trace of confusion, because he stood there and hesitated for about two seconds.

Then he bent slightly and sped towards the pass.

His not burly body seems to have endless power, making him move like the Hulk in the movie, every time he kicks the ground, like stepping on thunder, his body can rise more than ten meters high.

Then it fell through the air with a roar, slammed into the ground, and jumped up again in the splash of rubble.

Looking extremely clumsy but extremely fast, in less than half a minute, he crossed a distance of thousands of kilometers and rushed along the steep cliff to the Gangbala Pass.

Listening to the sound of his feet on the ground like a cannonball exploding, Luoyang felt that his chest was bursting out, and the whole person was in a trance, like a frightened little beast, hiding behind a boulder at a loss, this middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, the impact brought to him was greater than that of a ferocious gunship, when facing the gunship, Luoyang still knew how to escape and hide, but when he saw this middle-aged man rushing over like a cannonball, he had no thoughts in his heart.

What happened next, Luoyang was completely unaware.

He only knew that he was not dead, he thought that he would be smashed in the head by the opponent's punch, or he would not even need to punch at all, and if he hit him directly, his body would be broken and broken, and all the organs in his body would be shattered.

But after a few seconds, he was still sitting in place, like a fool.

He didn't know what he had missed, he rubbed his eyes that were fascinated by the sand, and his vision became clear again, only to see the middle-aged man who rushed up the Gangbala Pass like a fierce beast, like a dead dog that had been skinned by someone, lying covered in blood under a huge mani pile, this altar made of stone slabs had been knocked down half of his body, and his suit and shirt were gone, leaving only a few ragged strips of cloth hanging around his neck.

The old man in the Nike jacket didn't know when he got out of the car and stood in the middle of the gravel road with his hands down.

There was some blood on the edge of his right palm, but looking at the way he looked disgusted and wiping his hands, it was obvious that the blood was not his own.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man who had fallen under the mani pile looked at the old man standing in the middle of the road with his hands down, and there was a trace of uncontrollable fear in his eyes.

"Are you stupid? The planes have all been shot down for you, and you are still rushing here, looking for death, right? The old man had no predescensive demeanor, and said while wiping his hands, with harsh words and a bit of banter.

"You shot down the plane?" The middle-aged man's injury was not too serious, perhaps because of the old man's mercy, his internal organs were fine, but his bones were broken a lot, and he still had the strength to climb up, but when he heard the old man say this, his bloodstained face instantly turned pale, and he no longer struggled in vain, as if he had received a huge blow to his soul, "How is it possible...... How could you possibly hit the plane, who are you? ”