Chapter 559
Human Cannon, Destroying an Armed Helicopter with Bare Hands
Chapter 559 Human Cannon, Destroying an Armed Helicopter with Bare Hands
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Before the aftershocks of the explosion had subsided, the Black Hawk-like attack helicopter once again raised its fuselage.
This time, it didn't give Fang Cheng another chance to throw anything.
Instead, it quickly climbed to a height of over 200 meters and began tactical circling around the building.
Two hundred meters is an absolute no-go zone for individual throwing weapons.
But for helicopters equipped with M134 cannons and Hydra rocket pods, it is the most comfortable killing distance.
"What? You're not throwing stones anymore?"
Team Leader Hu's voice echoed through the night sky through the loudspeaker, carrying a playful, cat-and-mouse tone:
"Let's see how long you can hide! You coward, weren't you so fierce just now?"
"Why aren't you being arrogant anymore? If you're so tough, fly up and bite me!"
Inside the cockpit, Captain Hu fine-tuned the control stick to maintain the hovering posture while coldly scanning the ruins below.
As long as the other party is provoked and shows up, even if it's just a corner of their clothes, they will be met with a barrage of firepower.
Team Leader Hu snorted coldly, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
Even if this monster's arms were made of hydraulic presses, capable of throwing concrete blocks up there.
After 200 meters of gravitational attenuation and wind resistance, the power generated will be greatly reduced.
With his reaction speed, he could easily have dodged it.
As long as the helicopter isn't hit by a large object and crashes, there's nothing to worry about.
This is the advantage brought by air superiority.
Unless the opponent has wings on their back, or is one of those rare flying superhumans, they can only obediently become live targets.
at the same time.
On the east side of the rooftop, behind the base of the building's central air conditioning cooling tower.
This location happens to be in the helicopter's blind spot.
Fang Cheng leaned against the cement wall and patted the dust off his body.
Beside him lay his old companion, a blue canvas shoulder bag.
When he climbed up the Silverwing Building earlier, he temporarily stored the bag containing his equipment in this secluded corner.
While dodging those two rockets, I suddenly remembered this place and took the opportunity to retreat here.
In fact, rockets travel at speeds of at least Mach 2, making them far more difficult to deal with than subsonic machine gun bullets.
Although he was confident that he could withstand it with his current protective inner energy.
But the feeling of being passively beaten is very unpleasant.
He's not a masochist. If it weren't to save someone, why would he stupidly stand there and let the other party attack him?
Fang Cheng swept his cold gaze around, thinking to himself.
We need to think of a way to swat that annoying fly.
"Uh...cough cough..."
As I pondered, a wheezing sound like a broken bellows came from beside my feet.
Fang Cheng turned his head and glanced at it.
The leader of the Bloodthorn Mercenary Group, Masked Man, was slumped in a corner.
That ugly face, covered in purple scars, became even more distorted and disfigured, devoid of any color.
This guy is definitely a shrewd and calculating individual.
He immediately became alert as soon as the Illuminati members set off on their escape, and instantly found this excellent cover.
However, he was seriously injured and did not have Fang Cheng's abnormal defensive power.
Even though he managed to barely maintain his psychic shield, he still couldn't completely block the violent barrage of metal bullets.
At that moment, his left leg was broken by a large-caliber bullet, with only skin and flesh connecting it.
His abdomen was ripped open with a bloody hole the size of a bowl, and his intestines mixed with blood flowed all over the ground.
If it were an ordinary person, such an injury would have been fatal long ago.
It was only because of his powerful vitality as an S-class superhuman that he managed to hold on until he was no longer alive.
"Hu...Hu the Skinflint...cough cough..."
The masked man coughed up blood while gritting his teeth and cursing:
"I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations! I've worked for the military... done so many dirty and tiring jobs for you... cough cough..."
"You son of a bitch, you even killed your own people..."
He hated it, he really hated it!
They had planned it all out: as long as they gave the money to Fang Cheng, he would reveal all the secrets.
Even if it means kowtowing to this wicked star and becoming his grandson, as long as I can save my life, that's enough.
At worst, he can change his identity and start a mercenary career abroad again, still becoming his local tyrant.
If a problem can be resolved peacefully, is it still considered a problem?
As a result, a perfectly good negotiation was completely ruined by that idiot whose brain was only filled with muscles and military regulations!
The masked man gritted his teeth, his eyes bulging with rage.
As a powerful S-class expert, he was always fawned over and treated like royalty wherever he went.
Even though he wasn't officially part of the military, the generals treated him with great respect.
When did it become the turn of a mere special forces captain to boss him around and treat him like trash to be disposed of at will?
"Damn it... I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."
The masked man's eyes were unfocused, and he was still muttering incoherent curses.
"Do you want revenge?"
A calm voice suddenly broke in.
Fang Cheng crouched down, his gaze lingering for a second on the mangled abdominal wound, as if assessing something.
"I can help you."
The masked man struggled to lift his eyelids, and after seeing the face in front of him clearly, he gave a bitter laugh:
"Help me? You're that kind of person?"
"If it weren't for you... cough cough... if it weren't for you, you bastard, who insisted on interfering, I would have finished my mission tonight."
"Damn it, I'm an S-class ability user, and I've actually fallen to this state... cough cough..."
Fang Cheng wasn't annoyed; he simply looked him up and down with the same gaze one would give a "handy tool."
That look was devoid of any emotion, so cold that it sent a shiver down the masked man's spine, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast.
But then I thought, I'm about to die, what's there to be afraid of?
So he steeled himself and glared back fiercely:
"What are you looking at? Forget about it!"
"I'd rather keep the Swiss bank's password and the location of the ancient ruins to myself and take them to my grave than let you, a robber taking advantage of my misfortune, know them!"
However, his bravado lasted less than three seconds.
He paused again, his tone suddenly softening, carrying a last glimmer of hope for survival:
"Unless... unless you have a miracle cure to save me, as long as you can save my life, I can consider doubling the previous terms to repay your life-saving grace."
I don't have any magic pills.
Fang Cheng shook his head, his tone sincere:
"But I can give you a chance to take revenge yourself."
As he spoke, he reached into his bag and pulled out a mask.
It was a pale white demon mask, with protruding fangs and ferocious features.
Two scarlet gems were inlaid in the eye sockets, gleaming eerily in the darkness.
Fang Cheng slowly and deliberately put the mask on his face.
Click.
As soon as the mask was put on, his originally calm demeanor instantly changed.
Bloody, violent, and brutal—countless adjectives describe him, like a demon who has just crawled out of hell.
The masked man was stunned.
Looking at this face, which was even more terrifying than his own clown mask, a chill ran down his spine and straight to the top of his head.
"What...what do you want to do?"
Fang Cheng grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
Even through the mask, that smile still looked particularly sinister.
He reached out and grabbed the masked man's intact arm as if he were picking up a chick.
"Didn't you ask me on the phone before if my conditions were sky-high?"
With a single arm, Fang Cheng effortlessly lifted the over 100-pound man into the air.
"Since you're so eager to go to heaven..."
"I'll take you up there right now so you can have a good chat with that Captain Hu, how about it?"
The masked man's pupils suddenly contracted, and an utterly absurd thought flashed through his mind.
Is this bastard going to throw himself out as a dagger?
He struggled desperately to his feet, his legs kicking wildly in the air, letting out a pig-like scream:
"No! I won't go! Let me go!!"
"Relax."
Fang Cheng grabbed his arm and shook it, as if testing the weight before throwing a shot put, his tone even carrying a hint of encouragement:
"Soon you will get what you want and die in peace."
After saying that, Fang Cheng grabbed the masked man's shoulders and thighs with both hands and lifted him up by the waist.
Then, he took a deep breath.
The muscles in his arms swelled violently again, his skin quickly turned bright red, and even wisps of white steam rose from it. His blood and qi surged like a tide, and his muscles and bones trembled and resonated in unison.
A series of muffled rumbling sounds emanated from his body, sounding like spring thunder exploding inside his chest.
Immediately afterwards, golden flames, almost tangible, burst forth and instantly enveloped his entire body.
The tattered strips of cloth that were originally hanging on his body turned to ashes and scattered in an instant, revealing a body with perfectly sculpted muscle lines.
The only thing left to cover her shame was that specially made red elastic shorts.
"Ahhh-"
The excruciating pain nearly caused the already severely injured Masked Man to faint, his bones groaning as they were about to break under the immense pressure.
Fang Cheng's palm felt like a red-hot branding iron, sizzling where it touched his skin, and the smell of burning filled the air instantly.
He struggled desperately, kicking and kicking, but against those iron-like hands, his resistance was like a baby pushing a tank—futile and laughable.
The surrounding air temperature soared, and visibility became distorted and blurred under the intense heat.
At this moment, two golden flames seemed to ignite deep within Fang Cheng's pupils.
Like a war machine warming up at full speed, it exudes a suffocating and terrifying pressure.
Moreover, this time, it's no longer a test, but a preparation for full-power output.
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A muffled roar of rotors came from overhead.
The military appears to have discovered their hiding place.
The black war eagle adjusted its firing angle and once again pressed down from the side and above.
The dark muzzle of the machine gun gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the searchlight.
The next wave of metal storms, powerful enough to flatten rooftops, is poised to strike.
It's now!
Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he exerted force with his feet.
Bang!
The concrete floor slab shattered instantly.
He darted out of the bunker as if by teleportation, and stood steadily on the helipad in the center of the rooftop, facing the armed helicopter directly.
Inside the cockpit, Captain Hu, who was about to give the order to fire, froze.
Suddenly, a naked figure appeared, wearing a hideous demon mask and carrying a large, living person in its hand.
"What...is he planning to do?"
Looking at the scene before him, an extremely absurd and unsettling intuition instantly struck Hu's heart.
Before he could react...
Fang Cheng has already started.
He gripped the masked man tightly with both hands, his abdominal muscles contracting sharply.
The person was like a spring compressed to its limit, and then began to spin wildly.
Waaaaah—
The terrifying centrifugal force whipped up a fierce wind.
The high-strength concrete beneath their feet could no longer withstand this monstrous force and crumbled inch by inch.
The pebbles shot out in all directions like bullets.
Team Leader Hu's eyelids twitched violently, and his heart felt as if it had been squeezed hard.
"Fire!! Stop him!!"
Da da da da—
The M134 cannon roared again, its dense fire whips lashing out at Fang Cheng.
But this seems pointless.
Those bullets, powerful enough to tear through steel plates, landed on the golden protective shield of qi, and were deflected like raindrops hitting a lotus leaf.
Occasionally, a stray bullet or two would hit the demon mask, leaving not even a white mark except for a string of sparks.
"Rocket launcher, blow him to bits!"
Captain Hu roared hysterically, pressing his thumb hard on the red launch button.
whoosh-
Two Hydra rockets, trailing plumes of flame, roared out once more.
At this critical moment.
Fang Cheng let go.
"Get out of here!!"
A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
The masked man felt as if he were strapped to an intercontinental ballistic missile and thrown out like that.
In an instant, the sound of the wind disappeared, replaced by a piercing, ear-shattering shriek.
That was the sound of breaking the sound barrier.
During the high-speed flight, the surrounding dazzling neon night scene and skyscrapers were all stretched into bizarre and blurry lines.
His skin began to burn, and his whole body seemed to be melting from the friction of the air.
The Masked Man never dreamed that his first physical breakthrough of the sound barrier would happen in this way.
"Ahhh-"
He let out a terrified scream in mid-air, but the sound was left behind as soon as it left his mouth.
The two rockets had barely left the barrel and were less than 100 meters away from the "human cannonball".
Followed by.
The figure in the tattered trench coat, carrying unstoppable momentum, crashed violently into the helicopter.
This attack is called "Human Cannon"!
Boom!!
Behind them, two rockets struck the rooftop, causing a violent explosion and sending flames soaring into the sky.
At the same time, a cloud of blood mist exploded high in the sky.
The masked man's body, like an oversized anti-aircraft shell, slammed into the nose of the attack helicopter.
The bulletproof glass, already pierced by the dagger, shattered into powder instantly.
The enormous impact dented a large section of the nose of the aircraft.
The helicopter looked as if it had been slapped hard by a giant beast. The fuselage, which had been hovering, suddenly flipped to the side and moved horizontally for seven or eight meters in the air.
"Warning! Hydraulic system failure! Tail rotor malfunction!"
A piercing alarm suddenly blared inside the cabin.
The helicopter, having lost its balance, began to trace a figure-eight pattern in the air.
As if drunk, it trembled violently and fell erratically downwards.
The cabin was a mess.
Team Leader Hu's face was covered in flying glass shards and bits of flesh from who-knows-who, and his head slammed heavily against the control panel.
The three soldiers in the rear cabin who were in charge of the aircraft cannons were even more unlucky.
The immense inertia flung them around like rag dolls.
If he hadn't been tied with a safety rope, he would have been thrown out of the cabin by now.
"Stay calm! Stay calm!!"
Ignoring the blood on his face, Captain Hu scrambled towards the driver's seat and gripped the control lever tightly with both hands.
But to his despair, he discovered that the control panel had been completely smashed by the embedded corpse.
Sparks flew everywhere, and all the dashboards were jumping wildly.
Damn it!
As the helicopter hurtled down the glass curtain wall of the Silver Wing building, the shadow of death loomed over everyone.
However, the nightmare had only just begun.
Just then, a dark figure, like a hawk hunting its prey, leaped down from the rooftop amidst the surging flames.
Bang! !
The helicopter suddenly shook violently again.
The man wearing the white demon mask jumped straight in through the open side hatch.
The heavy stomp bent the reinforced beam at the bottom of the cabin.
This caused the already out-of-control aircraft to plummet even more violently.
The cabin fell into a deathly silence.
Only the piercing alarm and the howling wind outside echoed.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the uninvited guest in horror.
He was naked, every muscle bulging, as if containing explosive power.
The pale mask, illuminated by the flickering red alarm light, looked exactly like a vengeful ghost.
Good evening, everyone.
Fang Cheng dusted off his hands, and a soft chuckle came from behind the mask:
"You had a lot of fun just now?"
(End of this chapter)