pertwk Chapter 078 Wash my neck clean and wait.
Chapter 078 Wash my neck clean and wait.
The air in the room seemed to freeze.
Several high-powered ultraviolet lamps illuminated the entire presidential suite in a stark white light.
Lin Fan sat on the bed, his upper body naked. Under the strong light, the black scales showed no signs of melting or smoking.
Instead, due to the refraction of light, it emitted a chilling, eerie glow.
He squinted, looking impatient, like a grumpy old man woken up by construction noise.
There was no screaming.
It did not burn.
There wasn't even the slightest redness or swelling on her skin.
"This...this isn't right..."
Mike's palms began to sweat as he held the gun.
As the captain of the "Death Squadron," he has carried out hundreds of top-secret missions.
There were operations behind enemy lines, and also the slaughter of mutated ferocious beasts.
But no creature has ever been able to so calmly complain about the light being too bright when faced with direct ultraviolet radiation of this intensity.
at the same time,
Smith, who was watching all this from behind the scenes, also looked angrily at another screen and roared,
"Park! Is this what you meant by being afraid of sunlight?"
"This...this isn't scientific! Based on our understanding, it should be photophobic..."
On the screen, Dr. Park also looked incredulous.
"Could it be...could it be that he has evolved a photosynthetic cortex?"
"Fuck your photosynthesis!"
Listening to the conversation between the two men coming through the microphone, Mike, who was facing Lin Fan, cursed under his breath. As a veteran of the battlefield, he made a judgment instantly.
Forget about weaknesses, strike first!
"Plan B! Fire immediately!"
He roared and slammed his finger down on the trigger.
"receive!"
Da da da—
bang bang bang-
In an instant, the specially made firearms in the hands of the six special forces soldiers simultaneously spat fire.
However, this time, instead of bullets, large-caliber alloy tranquilizer darts and several capture nets woven from high-strength nanomaterials were fired.
Even an adult blue whale would be asleep for three days and three nights after receiving this anesthetic injection.
Just as Lin Fan was about to ask who these rude guys were, he saw a dense barrage of needles flying towards him.
"Holy crap?"
"You have no martial ethics!"
He instinctively raised his arm to shield his face.
Ding ding ding—
A crisp, pleasant metallic clanging sound rang out.
The specially made alloy needles, capable of piercing rhinoceros hide, struck the black scales on his arm, sending up a string of sparks before snapping and flying away like toothpicks hitting granite.
One of the needles, by sheer bad luck, pierced the back of the leather sofa next to us and disappeared.
As for the nano-capture nets that were powerful enough to trap tanks, they were easily torn off by him as soon as they were placed over his body.
stab-
that's it,
The net, touted as "the world's toughest material," was torn to shreds by him with the ease of a cheap plastic bag from a supermarket.
"this one?"
Lin Fan looked down at the tattered net and broken needles at his feet, then looked up at the group of fully armed soldiers in front of him.
My morning grumpiness reached its peak at this moment.
"They won't let me sleep in the middle of the day, using flashbangs and ultraviolet rays, and now they're pricking me with needles?"
"You really think I have no temper, huh?"
Lin Fan got up from the bed.
Mike stared wide-eyed at his unharmed target.
"Armor-piercing rounds! Switch to armor-piercing rounds..."
However, he hadn't finished giving his order.
boom!
Lin Fan's figure then disappeared from the spot.
next second.
One special forces soldier felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and before he could react, a large hand covered in black scales had already gripped his helmet.
Click!
Accompanied by a cracking sound.
Before the team member could even scream, Lin Fan crushed his helmet and head like a broken soda can, deforming them instantly.
Red and white substances flowed through his fingers.
"Number One!"
Seeing this scene, Mike's eyes widened in fury.
But this is only the beginning.
Lin Fan used no fancy moves, just pure power and pure speed.
He waved his hand casually.
"Bang!"
One of the team members, who was still in shock, was sent flying. His body twisted at an unnatural angle in the air, crashed through the wall of the suite, and landed in the bathroom next door. He was gone without a sound.
"Fuck! Fire! Fire!"
The remaining team members went completely mad, disregarding whether they were captured alive or not, and pulled out large-caliber pistols from their waists.
Boom boom boom!
Loud gunfire erupted in the room, sending up clouds of smoke and dust.
However, before the smoke and dust had cleared, a dark figure rushed out again.
Lin Fan grabbed one person by the neck with one hand and threw him like trash, directly at another team member who was preparing to throw a grenade.
boom!
The two collided, and the grenade fell to the ground.
Boom—
Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
In less than ten seconds.
The once formidable "Death Squadron," touted as the most elite force in the U.S. military, was completely wiped out, except for its captain, Mike.
The entire presidential suite was like a hellish scene.
The ground was littered with severed limbs and torsos, mixed with the lingering smell of gunpowder and blood.
Mike slumped to the ground, the gun in his hand long since gone.
He stared at the black figure standing in the pool of blood, not a speck of dust on its body, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.
How could this be a biological specimen that is afraid of light?
This is clearly a demon crawled out of hell!
Lin Fan clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant.
He walked step by step toward Mike.
The terrifying sense of oppression made it difficult for Mike to even breathe.
"Are you the boss?"
Lin Fan looked down at him.
Mike opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out; he could only nod in terror.
Lin Fan bent down, grabbed Mike by the collar of his bulletproof vest, and lifted him into the air with one hand, like he was carrying a chick.
Mike struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly, but all of this was in vain in the face of Lin Fan's terrifying strength.
"No...don't kill me..."
Mike finally managed to squeeze out a few words, his face turning a deep liver color from lack of oxygen.
"I am...I am from the United States of America..."
"The US?"
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curving his lips.
"I knew it! Who else but those self-righteous world police would do something so despicable?"
His gaze suddenly fell on Mike's chest.
There was a tactical recorder hanging there, its green indicator light still flashing, indicating that it was transmitting video in real time.
Lin Fan reached out his other hand and gently patted the camera.
……
On the US side, in the operations command center.
The command center fell into a deathly silence as people stared at the black, scaly face so close to their eyes on the screen.
Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the big screen.
On the screen was Lin Fan's enlarged face, covered in black scales, which sent chills down one's spine.
Especially those golden eyes, as if looking directly into the depths of everyone's soul through a vast internet connection.
Just then.
On the screen, Lin Fan spoke.
His voice, transmitted via satellite, resonated clearly in the command center.
"Looks like there are quite a few people watching this show."
Lin Fan faced the camera, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth. His smile was bright, yet it sent a chill down one's spine.
"Do you understand Chinese?"
"It's okay if you don't understand, just find a translator."
He took the recorder off, then turned sideways and put his arm around Mike's shoulder, putting both of them into the camera's view.
"Is this guy one of yours?"
"I don't care who you are, or where you're hiding."
At this point, his voice suddenly turned cold, and his previously nonchalant expression vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling ferocity.
"Disturbing someone's peaceful sleep in the middle of the day, we need to settle this score properly."
"I originally just wanted to come here for tourism, to eat barbecue and go shopping."
"But since you're so enthusiastic and insist on giving me such a generous gift..."
Lin Fan raised his middle finger at the camera.
"Then I should return the favor, shouldn't I?"
"Listen up, I don't know if you're watching, but I've remembered this grudge, and I won't accept any apologies."
"Wash your neck and wait."
"Once I've dealt with this mess here, I'll personally visit you."
"When the time comes, I'll tear down all your white palaces and your so-called goddesses!"
Done.
Before anyone could react, Lin Fan hung the recorder back on the microphone, grabbed the other person, and strode to the broken French window.
This is the thirty-third floor.
The wind howled in through the window.
Looking at the vehicles and ruins below, which resembled ants, Mike completely broke down, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"No, no, no!"
"Please! I have money! I have lots of money! I can give it to you..."
"money?"
Lin Fan sneered.
"I get everything for free now, what do I need money for?"
"In your next life, remember not to provoke someone with a bad temper when they wake up."
Before he could finish speaking...
He loosened his grip.
"ah--!!!"
With a heart-wrenching scream, Mike's figure rapidly shrank under the influence of gravity, eventually becoming a black dot.
A few seconds later.
boom!
A muffled thud came from the ground.
Click.
The video feed cuts out.
In the command center far away in the United States, the large screen instantly turned into static.
But everyone seemed to be frozen in place, showing no reaction whatsoever.
The phrase "Wash your neck and wait" echoed in the ears of everyone present like a spell, lingering for a long time.
Smith himself was deathly pale and trembling all over.
At that moment, he suddenly realized.
It seems I've been tricked by that guy surnamed Park!
……
The hotel room.
After finishing all this, Lin Fan let out a long breath.
"Phew...that feels much better."
After venting my anger, the rage in my heart finally subsided a lot.
He looked down at the mess and corpses in the room, then at the large bed that had been blown to pieces, leaving only the springs, and scratched his head helplessly.
"Well, now I'm completely unable to sleep."
"These good-for-nothings."
Unable to sleep, he had no choice but to leave the blood-soaked room.
I just arrived at the lobby on the first floor.
"roar--"
A low growl came from the dark corridor to the side.
Lin Fan turned his head to look.
Jack and his gang were seen guarding the dark corridor.
They had clearly heard the commotion above, or smelled the blood, and had gathered here, restless and agitated.
They saw Lin Fan come out.
The previously restless horde of corpses instantly fell silent.
Jack knelt down with a thud, his head pressed tightly to the ground, trembling.
It was as if he was apologizing to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan looked at the group of monsters kneeling on the ground.
He stroked his chin, and a wicked smile crept onto his lips once more.
"Since you're messing with me, it's perfectly reasonable for me to mess with your underlings, right?"
"Jack".
Upon hearing the summons, Jack quickly raised his head, and a hint of ingratiating expression appeared on his terrifying face.
"Go, send a signal to your underlings."
Lin Fan pointed in a direction outside Busan.
"I think you're beneath the title of King of Busan; you should be the King of Kimchi!"
"Tell them to act at night."
"And we need to find a way to get a departing ship and send some 'local specialties' to the US!"
"Remember, you can only go to the US..."