Chapter 12: Helicopter Gunship ...... A hundred
The transmission of mental power is rapid.
After Tom covered the mental power shield densely to ensure that his side's information would not be leaked for half a point, he approved Zhan Lan's application for spiritual power. And in the eyes of everyone in the Demon Team, a vague figure sketched purely by spiritual power was gradually shaped at the top of this building.
"What kind of skill is this, Tom?"
The clone Zheng Zhe looked at the swaying illusion that was gradually forming in front of him, and there was a slight hint of surprise in his eyes: "Use limited spiritual power to shape, and synchronize the other side's human appearance...... Is it true that the mental power controller of the Middle-earth team has just mastered this power for a short time? β
"An astral projection, perhaps, exchanged from the Lord God? Or maybe it's something like psionic projection? I'm not really sure ......."
Tom tried to recall the vast amount of mental power skills in the main god, but he knew very well what the clone Zheng Zha wanted to ask: "But this skill is just a simple creation of a mental power illusion, which is convenient for long-distance communication, and ordinary psychic chains are only different from phone calls and video calls, and there is no offensive ability...... I'm sure there won't be any problems. β
"Well, I'll leave it to you." The clone Zheng Zhe nodded, whether it was because of the status of the team or the past history, he had a reason to give Tom more trust: "Don't have any accidents. β
The clone Chu Xuan existed behind the scenes as always, and the clone Zheng Qi himself was in charge of negotiating, not only because he was the captain of the demon team, but also because he was looking forward to it...... I'm looking forward to seeing my true self.
- Although there is no way to appear in front of the main body directly through the method of spatial transfer, it is not bad to say hello in advance, and I don't know what the main body will look like when it sees this familiar face.
However, the clone Zheng Zha was disappointed after all, and when his face was fully formed, he saw a face that had been lost in his memory for a long time, and a word of surprise.
"Zheng Zhe?"
ββ¦β¦ It's you, Yang Yun. β
Even though the clone Zheng Zha is not the original, he still has memories of Resident Evil I.
But after entering the demon team, the clone Zheng Zha lost a lot of things, not only the previous bonds and feelings, but also the naΓ―ve self before. If usually, he might still have a little bit of mood swings when he saw Yang Yun, but after discovering that the other end of the call was not his own body, this man who had already turned his whole body into a demon only felt bored: "Since you took the initiative to negotiate with us in a spiritual way, it means that you are the wise man of the Zhongzhou team...... The Middle-earth team is really gone. β
The third-order gene lock could already recall every detail in his memory, the two rescues in Resident Evil I, the joy after returning to the main god space for the first time, and the days and nights in those ten days of sparring, as well as Yang Yun's advice before entering the horror movie, were all recalled by the clone Zheng Zha one by one.
β but that's just to think about it, and in the present day, those things don't matter anymore.
The clone Zheng Zhe's heart did not fluctuate, for him, those past memories could not be an obstacle to him at all, nor could he miss half of his old love, because the man named Zheng Zhe had died as early as that day, and all that remained was the terrifying demon who crawled out of hell and was obsessed with "becoming stronger".
All the fetters and interpersonal relationships in the Zhongzhou team have long been abandoned by the clone Zheng Zha, even Yang Yun, who once reminded him, is just a stepping stone on his way to becoming stronger.
Faced with the words of the clone Zheng Zha, who was obviously contempt, Yang Yun's tone did not change in the slightest, he just stared at the scar on the clone Zheng Zha's face with his eyes: "...... It looks like you've been through a lot more than I thought you could have been with the Demon Team. β
"This is not a meeting of old classmates, but a battlefield of life and death."
Although he didn't care about the scar on his face, it didn't mean that the clone Zheng Zha could tolerate this kind of scrutinizing gaze, this man didn't even have the last trace of patience, and directly gave Yang Yun an ultimatum: "Tell my body, wash your neck and wait...... We're going to crush you all in no time. β
The so-called negotiation can only be done when the strength of the two teams is close. In the opinion of the clone Zheng Zha, the strength of the Zhongzhou team and the demon team is obviously not on the same level, and this team battle is not even a battle, at best it is just a game of cat and mouse.
Maybe this idea is arrogance in the general sense, but the Demon Team does have this arrogant capital...... Especially since they were in the last horror film, they had just defeated the Celestials.
"This doesn't look like your style, Zheng Zha."
Seeing this attitude, Yang Yun immediately threw his original plan of "talking to the Demon Team and the clone Chu Xuan" into the trash...... After all, no matter whether you look at the attitude of the clone Zheng Zha, or the fact that the clone Chu Xuan did not come forward, it proves that there are still irreconcilable contradictions between the two teams.
It's just that Yang Yun didn't change his tone because of the attitude of the clone Zheng Zha, and he still said unhurriedly: "There may indeed be a difference in strength between the Zhongzhou team and the demon team, but since I said that I want to negotiate, there must be corresponding bargaining chips." β
Chip?
What chips can you have?
You also deserve it, there are chips that can be used to make me look at them?
In fact, after experiencing the hell of the demon team, the clone Zheng Zha has always had a certain amount of contempt for the members of the Zhongzhou team who play with the house - Zhang Jie, who has mixed up three horror movies without doing anything, but has not even seen the side plots; Zhan Lan, who has a bigger chest than a brain and can only talk on paper; The first horror film was deducted ten points, and the useless waste Li Xiaoyi; Yang Yun, who seems to have a certain idea, but is too immature in terms of operation and experience.
β¦β¦ Also, the self in the past who was full of hope and could survive in this cruel reincarnation world with this group of waste teammates.
The clone Zheng Zhe didn't even bother to reply, and was about to order Tom to cut off the communication and prepare to ride the Green Goblin skateboard for a bloody massacre...... The brief conversation with Yang Yun had exhausted all of his little patience, and the current demon needed to use the blood of his enemies to satisfy the unquenchable fire of destruction in his heart.
However, Amya's sudden words prevented his plan from coming to fruition.
"The source of the other party's spiritual power has been locked, and the captain, it is transmitted from the direction of the Ambrera Building...... But along with it, there was also a group of helicopter gunships. β
The voice of Amiya, another psychic controller of the Demon Team, came from the Mind Chain: "The Ambrera Building is not far from here, at the speed of those gunships, it will probably arrive at our location in five minutes......"
"How much?" The voice of the clone Chu Xuan resounded in the chain of hearts.
"Approximately, a hundred."
"That's my bargaining chip."
As if hearing the conversation of several people from the Demon Team in the Psychic Chain, Yang Yun spoke at the right time: "A hundred gunships, probably the entire armed force of Ambrera Company in Raccoon City, and they will destroy the company's enemies at all costs." β
"With this level of attack, even if Zheng Zha can survive the attack, it will be difficult for your teammates to survive the attack...... How is it? Interested in hearing what I have to say next? β
A hundred armed helicopters are also a force to be reckoned with in modern warfare, but even this Ambrera elite unit can't arouse half of the interest of the clone Zheng Zha.
"That's your bargaining chip?"
The clone Zheng Zha sneered, and black flames rose up above him, and two wide bat wings more than three meters long suddenly unfolded behind him.
"You don't understand what real power is."
(End of chapter)