"Don't worry, work with a steam enginer, I have experience."

Zhang Huaisheng remembered Hindenburg, which was the first time he saw a steam engineer who could drive a mecha.

Now that I think about it, after the outbreak of the European War, he should have returned to the army as a regiment commander, but I don't know whether it was on the Eastern Front or the Western Front.

That's a nice guy.

I hope he doesn't take his soldiers with him and die headfirst in the fortress of Verdun.

Bang –

Overturned on the side of the road, billowing smoke, the iron gate of the steam bus about to explode was kicked open from the inside.

A small black figure, using both hands and feet, leaped out of it like a cheetah.

The speed was extremely fast, and it only took a moment to deceive himself in front of Zhang Huaisheng.

A piercing popping sound that pierced the air flow followed.

Claw blades slash.

Zhang Huaisheng's body disappeared suddenly, and the black shadow claw blade swung into the air, staggering, but immediately reacted and jumped up.

And when Zhang Huaisheng reappeared, a heavy alchemy bomb had already appeared in his hand.

He pressed the button at the top of it.

Following the direction in which the black shadow flew, he made a standard shot shot throwing motion, throwing the heavy alchemy bomb out of the speed of a cannonball.

Accompanied by a whistling sound.

Boom –

Explosions rang out.

The bomb exploded, and countless sharp fragments were wrapped in the shock wave and scattered in all directions.

Pieces of flesh and blood crackled to the ground.

The steam engine engineer was stunned and gave Zhang Huaisheng a thumbs up, but immediately after, he heard a muffled pop, and the gunshots came first.

A bullet pierced Zhang Huaisheng's chest.

Zhang Huaisheng did not look back, but quickly got up, took a few ups and downs, and disappeared into a corner opposite the source of the ballistic.

At the wound, the flesh wriggled and multiplied, and soon the bullet was pushed out.

But he forgot that Pei Yuanqiao was still outside.

He only had time to shout, "Run, old thing!" ”

With another gunshot.

Keng——

The steam engine master suddenly appeared in front of Pei Yuanqiao in a sliding attitude.

He put his hands together, shielded his visor, and sparks flew around, forcibly blocking the bullet.

Zhang Huaisheng just breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly a chill fell behind him.

A strong sense of crisis emerged from behind.

The knife went straight to his heart.

Even if it is dual-path sequence 8, and it is still in the state of werewolf transformation, the heart is still a vital part, and if it is hit, even if it does not die, it will definitely lose its combat effectiveness in a short time.

Zhang Huaisheng only had time to deflect to the left, and the blade pierced his back.

But Zhang Huaisheng barely felt too intense pain, and his eyes were full of madness and bloodlust.

The mermaid's upside-down hanging cross on her chest lit up, and the chains wrapped around it suddenly tightened the mermaid, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a miserable wail.

Blood flowed and turned into spears.

The spear flowed like scales, condensing hatred and hatred, and the moment it was formed, it pierced through the enemy as if it were alive.

But when this shot hit, the enemy didn't seem to be affected at all, and after a few ups and downs, he reappeared on the steam bus not far away, which was knocked over by the steam mechanic.

Zhang Huaisheng's vertical pupils constricted.

This is?

The black shadow that was shattered by the alchemy bomb just now?

Zhang Huaisheng was a little stunned, he had just seen it clearly, and the bomb had clearly blown him into minced meat, could this be put back together?

No, it's not that one!

Zhang Huaisheng's eyes looked at the corpse of the old woman holding the hen before, the inside had already been hollowed out, and the body cavity had become empty, and the monster should have crawled out of it.

Only then did he have the heart to take a closer look at the appearance of this black shadow.

He, to be exact, was not a human at all, but a monster that resembled a jaguar, but was much smaller, resembling a werewolf.

"Jaguars?"

"Is it a biological weapon developed by the British?"

Such a thought popped up in Zhang Huaisheng's head.

It's not just the transcendent who has nine transcendent paths who have extraordinary power, these nine paths are just the ladder to ascend to the gods among the many transcendent systems.

The rest of the transcendent paths either have no way forward, and they come to an abrupt end after one or two sequences; Or, they don't follow the basic law of the nine-way path and the nine-layer sequence at all.

But the rest of the roads, without exception, are far more treacherous than the nine paths, and the risk of getting out of control is extremely high.

The old woman who just grabbed the hen's internal organs should be using the earthwork on the side of the island, the black magic of the Voodoo Cult.

And it seems that it is not uncommon for the British to come up with the so-called "biochemical modification of people" through the study of extraordinary powers.

At this time, Zhang Huaisheng couldn't care about the hunter watching from afar, that jaguar man, the speed was much faster than the old wolf king, and he couldn't afford not to pay full attention to deal with it.

He held the blood-colored spear in his backhand and threw it directly at the moment when the jaguar man pounced.

It stands to reason that in mid-air, the jaguar man had no room to use his strength to turn around, but its outstretched limbs actually gave birth to a membrane, and it glided to avoid the spear.

Moreover, the claws were like knives, killing Zhang Huaisheng.

Bang –

Zhang Huaisheng was thrown to the ground directly by it, and his claws left blood marks on his body.

But Zhang Huaisheng not only did not fight back, but opened his hands and hugged it directly in his arms in a passionate attitude.

The blood in the wound gushed out in an instant, cutting countless rose-like blades, cutting into the body of the jaguar man, cutting it into countless pieces.

The corpses were scattered in pieces.

He stood up.

Shots rang out and hit him in the shoulder.

Lift up a white stubble of bones.

Zhang Huaisheng raised his other intact hand and faced the fleeting glimmer in the reflector under the sunlight.

The blood-colored spear roared out.

Bang –

The eleventh floor of a tall building was pierced directly.

The blood spear burst open, turning into countless tiny blades, and the narrow room was suddenly filled with minced flesh and blood.

This hunter, who belongs to MI6, hides in the shadows, and from time to time releases cold guns.

Die!

…

Zhang Huaisheng sat on the ground a little tiredly.

Under his feet, blood flowed, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, converging towards his body.

He has regained his human form, and is urging the hematopoietic function in his body, rapidly replenishing the excess amount of blood consumed.

The mermaid on her chest hung upside down on the cross, covered in blood—the blood she had lost could no longer be stored back in her body, and after she lifted her control, she was attracted to the cross and poured into it.

It was as if there was a bottomless pool of blood in it.

That's the price of using it.

However, Zhang Huaisheng still felt that this was a rare and powerful weapon, and it was the only thing he had seen that was truly extraordinary.

"It's a pity that I have to pay it back to Mr. McCarney."

Greed is fleeting.

The sunlight in front of you is replaced by shadows.

The steam engine master took off his helmet and revealed a sunny and handsome face: "My name is Jones, and I am honored to fight alongside you, what is your name?" ”

"Just call me Zhang."

"Monophonic surname, are you a Donghua Chinese?"

The smile on the man's face was still sunny and did not contain any malice.

"Hmm."

"You're amazing, these damn Brits have been beaten to the ground by you."

Zhang Huaisheng was a little uncomfortable by the other party's enthusiasm, and said perfunctorily: "You are the same." ”

Jones picked up the helmet with one hand, took out a cigarette from a closed iron box on the outside of the mecha, and threw it over: "Get one?" ”

"Okay."

Zhang Huaisheng took the cigarette, ignited it from the burning steel wreckage on the ground, and put it to his mouth.

The feeling of thirst after strenuous exercise makes the smell of tobacco even more choking.

Jones squatted down beside Zhang Huaisheng, the huge mecha made him look like a little giant: "To be honest, as an American, I don't like the British. ”

"Why, aren't you of the same race?"

Jones speaks English and has a typical Anglo-Saxon physiognomy.

Although the British generally looked down on the Yankees, believing that they were the offspring of criminals, redneck, rude, and noisy.

But the Anglo-Saxon people in the United States, on the contrary, are generally oriented towards the British.

There is a feeling of wanting to return home.

This is determined by statehood.

Even if its strength has been reached, the United States can only be regarded as in the second echelon under the current world order dominated by Europe.

"Because the British are always full of arrogance, even an Englishman who lives in a poor area and makes screws on the production line every day will feel honored when he mentions that Britain has launched two more dreadnoughts."

At this, Jones smiled with a smile that could not be said to be sarcastic or sympathetic.

"Like, that had something to do with him."

Zhang Huaisheng was stunned for a moment, and chuckled: "This is a very direct consequence of nationalism, it shouldn't be a bad thing, right?" ”

"Not really."

Jones shrugged: "At the very least, it can bring comfort to the people at the bottom who are oppressed by the high capitalists." ”

"I like America because it's a country of immigrants, so we don't really pay much attention to nationalism because we don't have a majority nation at all."

In this era, the great powers without a Juche nation were often considered fat.

For example, Austria-Hungary.

For example, the United States.

It seems that if someone blows a trumpet, it will quickly disintegrate.

Zhang Huaisheng said with some mockery: "So you came up with a white supremacy? Trying to put the Germans, the Germans, the French, the Latins all together? ”

"Among them, the Anglo-Saxons are considered superior whites, the French and Germans are medium whites, and the Celts and Latins are inferior whites."

"At the bottom are the yellow and the black, which is also considered to be hierarchical, and even the lowest white people have at least the lower people as comfort."

Zhang Huaisheng can not look down on the pride of the American people the most, and the United States in later generations will have "the world's armed forces" and "the world's number one superpower" to add color.

Where does the current America come from?

"No, no, Zhang, not everyone is going to be coerced by nationalism. In fact, even if it is the Ku Klux Klan, not everyone believes in this set - if it is not profitable. ”

Zhang Huaisheng sneered: "So you think that if everything is based on interests, you can be likable?" ”

Jones sighed, "Damn. I knew that as Americans, no one would like us right now. ”

Zhang Huaisheng nodded politely: "That's true, the Indian evil spirits wandering on the shores of the Great Lakes, and the corpses of Chinese workers lying under the sleepers under the Chinese Exclusion Act all make me feel bad for you." ”

"Sorry to interrupt."

Jones got up a little lonely and walked to Pei Yuanqiao, who was sitting in the corner: "Mr. Pei, I will escort you back to the embassy next, are you okay?" ”