184: Chapter 104: Taking the Stage 184: Chapter 104: Taking the Stage Bengel was running through the stairwell.
He had beco aware of his predicant.
For so unknown reason, that fearso Hero had suddenly usurped the high-level permissions of the security system—perhaps so idiot had saved the authorization code on a mory disk, and then that disk had been dug up by soone.
Bengel’s consciousness could no longer reach the core of this building’s security system.
At this very mont, he had completely lost control over this domain.
In the past, inside the building, Bengel was like a god, where every whim was automatically converted by the system into a force that interfered with reality.
But now, this “power” had been stripped away from him.
Due to the EMP, the satellite signal receiving station on the rooftop was also ruined.
This building could temporarily not receive the remote support of an Internal Strength Master.
Moreover, considering the Inner Strength of this Hero, the average expert of Inner Strength might not have the ans to deal with him.
So, the only option was to flee.
—I absolutely cannot die here…
I’m only fifty years old, how can I die as easily as a cached file…
Bengel thought to himself.
But he soon also saw that live broadcast.
It was sent to him by one of his own apprentices through the local network.
He saw his own image fleeing, and also saw the images of isolation walls being constantly lowered.
This was bad.
He thought to himself.
This guy intends to turn this building into a labyrinth, to maximally obstruct the rescue efforts of his subordinates.
Bengel didn’t know why things had turned out this way.
He found it sowhat incomprehensible, why the most core permissions had leaked out.
If it weren’t for this, he could have at least held out for a while…
He could at least have quickly t up with the local reinforcents.
At this mont, the entire building’s broadcasting system suddenly turned on.
This signified the enemy’s Inner Strength’s further intrusion into the overall system.
A lodious sound of a suona erged in the corridor.
No, that’s not right.
Not just in this building.
Everyone watching this scene live also heard the sudden burst of music.
Simultaneously, a singing voice erged unhurriedly from behind Bengel.
“Lift your head and gaze, both heaven and earth vast and vague…”
—He’s coming…
Bengel shivered.
Having lost control, he couldn’t even position himself within the building and didn’t know which gates had not yet been lowered.
“Run…”
The Vice Captain suddenly rembered.
Three floors up, there was a platform.
That platform was used for parking flying vehicles.
—As long as I can get there…
Yes, as long as he could get there, he would be saved.
Even if this Hero had exceptional Martial Arts, he wouldn’t dare to show up on that platform.
That way, he would most likely be subjected to long-range Sniping from all military Martial Power within several kiloters!
And even if the Hero could Hack into all intelligent flying vehicles, he couldn’t possibly hack into a traditional unpowered glider.
—Just if I can make it there…
Bengel urged his Prosthetic Body to Accelerate.
“A kind of missing feeling in the heart / called hotown / Wounded all over / I venture alone through wind and rain / Curse only the years passing / too frivolous in youth…”
That voice was still trailing behind him.
Due to the special reverb effect, Bengel actually found it difficult to distinguish whether it was far or near.
Whenever he felt that he had managed to distance himself from the enemy, the voice seed to bring their distance closer once again.
“Damn you, Hero!” Bengel shouted while fleeing in panic.
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Jader, looking at the several fallen bodies on the ground, couldn’t help but exclaim, “Senior brother, you’re incredible!
I thought it was amazing enough that your skills didn’t decline after retirent…”
For Martial Artists who had already mastered most of the skills and Tactics, only “actual combat” could make them progress.
Of course, simulated training in the mind was also sowhat effective.
But it simply couldn’t compare to actual combat drills.
As a retired athlete, Hiroshi Matsushima should only have a few experiences fighting against gang mbers.
Jader had been interested in Hiroshi Matsushima’s competitions many years ago.
At that ti, although Matsushima’s Martial Arts were strong, they didn’t evoke in him a feeling of insurmountable awe.
But just now, the instant Matsushima charged into battle, that timing and Tactics arrangent were all at the pinnacle level.
A retired athlete Martial Artist shouldn’t have such skill, no matter what.
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“Less talk, more action,” Hiroshi Matsushima said.
“I’ll stand guard at that intersection over there while you set the paraters here.”
“Got it,” Jader called out, connecting his data interface to the camp’s command system.
Hiroshi Matsushima stood not far away.
It didn’t take long for Jader to reset the weapon with the paraters Hiroshi Matsushima had agreed upon beforehand.
This was indeed his specialty.
In his claim-to-fa battle, he had infiltrated the governnt’s firepower positions and altered their weapon paraters, causing them to attack their own forces.
However, the paraters given by Hiroshi Matsushima seed to be more than just a simple “reverse friend and foe.”
Hiroshi Matsushima didn’t understand Inner Strength; that must have been sothing he was told by other Jianghu people.
“So you really can’t stay put in the Martial Arts School, itching to make a move?
Honestly, just say it earlier, and join in roaming the Jianghu.
After all, when brothers unite, their sharpness can cut through tal…”
This is what Jader muttered to himself.
But he soon fell silent.
An unprecedented powerful surge of Inner Strength, like a tsunami, struck directly towards the military’s command network.
In an instant, the marching troops fell into chaos.
Many automated weapons were set with false targets, and so units began attacking each other.
Soon, Internal Strength Masters retaliated.
Standing at the intersection, Hiroshi Matsushima looked into the distance.
This silent and invisible battle caused the lighting equipnt the army had set up to dissipate the darkness to flicker uncertainly.
“Oh my production line,” Jader cried out.
“Brother, you might not feel it.
Look at that chaos starting in the distance…”
“Shut up and work.”
“Oh.”
…
Lord’s assistant clenched his teeth and said, “Damn it…
Damn it!
Because of the EMP earlier, it’s difficult to connect to the satellite signals remotely, and only limited wired signals are still available.
Where did this Internal Strength Master co from?
Why can they…
can they…”
Many high-ranking military officers disconnected from the command network as soon as possible to avoid being poisoned by Gu Poison.
The Military Officers could only rely on primitive language communication systems to replace the inoperative information network.
Of course, as the violent institutions of this era, the Gene Bank guardians were trained in codes, semaphore, and telegraph commands, etc.
Still, that couldn’t compare to the automated command systems.
What made matters worse was that, because of the firepower positions and Landmine Formations established by the gangs earlier, the entire troop was advancing in a Scattered Troops Line formation.
This greatly increased the difficulty of command.
While everyone was panicking, soone pointed to the top of the tower and scread, “Look, it’s Mr.
Bengel!”
It was a small platform on the seven hundred forty-fifth floor.
The platform was only about two hundred square ters.
Vice Captain Bengel of the Mona Knight Order stumbled out as he pushed open the door of the platform.
“He’s out!
He’s made it out alive!”
The assistant couldn’t help but feel uplifted.
Although the “Scientific Knight Order base being compromised” was already a significant dereliction of duty for them, it was, after all, better than having the Vice Captain killed.
Just at that mont, gasps of shock ca from afar.
Another figure erged from that door.
Instantly, an Antiaircraft Artillery Position reacted from a distance, and several missiles were fired straight over.
“Damn!
Damn it!” the Assistant Officer roared in fury.
“I told everyone to get ready for Sniping, but that doesn’t include the Antiaircraft Artillery Positions!
Are those idiots mad!
Ah!
To use such weapons to bombard the Scientific Knight Order base?”
The close-defense Artillery Position couldn’t be activated directly through the network; soone had to input commands at the physical port [This was also sort of a tradition, after all, the number one hacker in the world was a diehard Hero, and no one dared to make tactical/strategic weapons into remotely network-controlled things.] So he did not believe it was the Internal Strength Master’s manipulation.
But by then, it was too late.
The defending ard forces had not anticipated missiles flying from behind them, heading straight for the iyii Building in front of them.
The event happened so suddenly that by the ti the Snipers reacted, the missiles had already accelerated beyond the point where bullets could catch them.
In fact, even before the officers had finished cursing, the missiles had already struck.
…
Bengel swept away the debris around him with a wave of his hand, and his Prosthetic Eye took a look.
A recent missile had hit the upper floors, causing a large amount of the building’s structure to collapse.
Countless pieces of debris rained down, damaging the flyer in front of him.
Fortunately, however, he had not died.
“They were still sparing my life…” Bengel comforted himself.
“Then, that Hero must be dead, right?”
“But in the world, raise your glass/I’ll be friends in this life/Even if the skies are tall and the earth thick/We will walk together/The ti flows like water/Just like the endless Yellow River water/How much ti/Just goes and never turns back…”
But at that mont, a song shattered his sliver of hope.
“Ah…
Ah…” Bengel was almost unable to move, his synthesizer turned all the imnse fear into noise.
Bengel knew his humiliation was being live-stread — all the surveillance caras had been destroyed.
In the live stream, the figure of the loser, too terrified to move, was his own current image.
A flyer approached quickly.
The hovering aircraft shouted through its loudspeaker, “Mr.
Bengel, hold on!
We’re here to save…”
With a “swoosh,” an antiaircraft missile shot out from below the platform, blowing up the flyer.
The glow of the explosion penetrated the dust.
In the midst of the dust, a Martial Artist posed dramatically with his Longsword raised level, as if making a theatrical “entrance” in the light of the fire.
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