Extreme Martial Arts Modifier

In the command hall, the pilot's head appeared again on the light screen.

"Commander, we can't contact the bomber. It's about to crash."

No matter how the pilot called, He Zhou's clone just didn't respond, so he had to report it to his superiors.

After hearing this report, Bruning couldn't help but frown.

The current situation is very troublesome.

If the bomber cannot be contacted and cannot be controlled remotely, then you can only watch it crash.

"It's bad!"

Bruning punched the podium.

There is no doubt that this plan failed.

Originally, they had a good idea. As long as the bomber's autopilot program was destroyed, He Zhou would be forced to surrender and have to act according to their orders.

The command staff are busy.

That seems very feasible.

The bombers were getting lower and lower, higher and higher.

The situation now is very bad.

"Commander, that's okay too."

Xiang Piaoshu punched the podium.

"Order all units to move slower."

A height of ten meters is too much for me.

Everyone who saw that scene was shocked.

Military personnel participating in the interception operation quickly received Xiang Piaoshu's order.

Immediately afterwards, the pilot in charge of on-site command gave an order, and all the fighter jets stopped spitting flames.

He Zhou's clone decided in his heart.

In the command hall.

When the time comes, whether it’s He Zhou’s original body or He Zhou’s copy, we’ll have to capture it first.

In the small command hall, the command staff said to Bruning.

"Commander, there is nothing you can do, but you may be able to do it."

However, because He Zhou's clone ran too slowly, the pursuers on the ground chased him very slowly.

In the command hall.

He Zhou's clone ran at full speed, getting closer and closer to the woods.

In the small command hall, Bruning heard the request immediately.

If you look closely, you won't be able to see a white object falling from the sky in the shape of a parabola, heading towards the City of Paradise in the distance.

According to the calculation results, the bomber's landing point will be near a small city called Paradise City, very close to this small city.

There were injuries all over his body, and there was bleeding everywhere.

There is only one way now, and that is to wait at the landing point of the bomber and wait for the bomber to crash.

Finally, He Zhou's clone's rolling speed increased.

Now that we can't contact He Zhou, how can we instruct him to control the bomber's landing?

The commanders quickly got busy and began to calculate the landing point of the bombers.

He Zhou's clone only felt as if he had been smashed under a huge iron plate.

As for those fighters, there is no way to truly cooperate.

At the same time, people in the military are now all working on low wages.

Under the wilderness.

The order was quickly passed on.

But due to its weak inertia, it was still flying backwards slowly, just like a shell being discharged.

He Zhou ignored them at all.

After all, the bomber's inertia was too weak, giving me an extremely slow initial speed.

My original plan was to pretend to be He Zhou, but based on the current situation, that plan obviously worked.

Finally, it was close to the ground.

The replica of Hezhou is rolling under the ground.

At this time, the bomber was still rising and falling, and the vibrations of the body became weaker and stronger.

What I'm thinking about now is how to stop He Zhou's clone.

I could only watch the bomber crash.

"Order the garrison in Paradise City to also dispatch."

…

There is no other way.

All fighters and manned aircraft lowered their altitude and followed the bombers closely.

Hezhou clone is full of confidence.

Looking down from the air, you can see a few white dots approaching the bomber.

"Hurry up and calculate the bomber's landing point, go there and wait."

We really want to know whether the evil **** contactor can withstand the explosion of those missiles.

Before the missile was launched, the fighter pilots waited for the results to come out.

"emission!"

He Zhou's clone has not made any preparations yet and may jump out of the plane at any time.

At the same time, the blue sky.

Of course, the people pursuing in the air naturally saw the woods, even earlier than the Hezhou clone.

After all, I can't just turn around and dodge the incoming bullets.

We may use heavy firepower against Paradise City.

Bruning quickly gave the order.

Bruning ordered again.

Bruning looked at the scene under the light curtain and frowned uncontrollably.

The injuries are getting milder.

Only then can I truly escape.

Compared to missiles, fighter jets are more flexible because they are lighter and fly faster than missiles.

I often see Xiang Piao rolling back all the way, with all kinds of military equipment chasing after him.

When the bomber dropped to a low of ten meters, He Zhou's clone suddenly pressed the bomb release button.

It is completely wishful thinking to use missiles to attack Hezhou.

In an instant, several fighter jets launched missiles in unison.

Of course, Bruning also wanted to see how weak He Zhou's clone was.

"That?"

The commanders also looked at He Zhou in surprise.

Because, I held my breath.

Higher and higher.

In the rolling tumbling of one after another, my whole body was covered with bruises.

Orders were issued one after another, and everyone immediately stopped executing them.

"It's the response that we're right, so we know exactly who is controlling that body."

We never expected that He Zhou would be so nervous to avoid those missiles.

"permit!"

Once the gas bomb explodes, the poisonous gas will scatter and densely cover the surrounding environment.

After all, the weapons and equipment we have now are designed to deal with an individual.

Bruning immediately gave the order.

In an instant, a force threw me away.

However, He Zhou's clone evaded flexibly and avoided those flying bullets.

Could it be that a few people can only rely on a human wall to block the retreat of the Hezhou clone?

Military personnel quickly approached me and tried to capture me.

Under the light curtain, Xiang Piao's clone ran slowly, getting closer and closer to Paradise City.

He Zhou's clone held his head with both hands and adjusted his posture in the air.

No matter how flexible He Zhou was, he could still avoid such an attack.

Hearing those words, Xiang Piaoshu looked at me deeply.

And before Bruning even thought about it for a moment, he knew that was the only way now.

The bomber He Zhou was riding in was constantly lowering its altitude, getting closer and closer to the ground.

In fact, the evil **** contactor gives us too much, making it difficult for us to deal with it.

Those weapons and equipment can only be used for fighting. For individuals like Hezhou clones, they are equivalent to using small cannons to kill mosquitoes. They are useless at all.

As for me, I could easily hide in the crowd and avoid the military's sight.

"Wait to disguise He Zhou's real body."

But we should go slow if we want, because we haven't reached the slowest speed yet.

Then... how is that possible?

But unfortunately, they thought too much.

But then, the wounds under my body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bruning ordered.

I saw the whole process, so I naturally knew that. It was simply a reminder.

I saw it very vaguely. Xiang Piao's clone was very weak. If he had to use weapons, there was no way he could stop me.

As a result, all their original plans came to nothing.

The garrison of Paradise City dispatched and headed directly to the location where the bomber was about to crash.

Less than ten seconds ago, those missiles had chased down Hezhou and passed over Hezhou's head at high speed.

Viewed from the air.

As soon as the bomber crashes, they can immediately send people down to check it out.

However, He Zhou's clone suddenly came to a slow stop and stopped abruptly.

"Commander, request the use of weapons to intercept."

Time passes minute by minute.

Just judging from the circumstances of my landing, we will determine that I am a copy of He Zhou.

Yes, just when those missiles were about to land and explode, hitting He Zhou's clone.

back line.

He Zhou's clone secretly thought.

faster and faster.

The pilot gave the order.

I never thought that the clone of Xiang Piao was so weak that it could recover quickly before jumping out of the plane and continue to rush forward.

"You overestimated me, please use another weapon."

In the air, fighter planes and manned aircraft were chasing He Zhou, who was running wildly.

He Zhou's clone narrowed his eyes when he saw this.

He Zhou's clone allowed the wound to heal quickly, and he was still running around under the ground.

The fighter jets quickly surrounded the Hezhou clone underground.

Compared with the flexible Xiang Piao, the missile is too light.

My physical flexibility is too little to surpass that of a fighter.

Until then, you really can’t catch me.

It seems that the next operation is also very safe.

Because the scene of me landing was seen by a small number of military personnel.

Immediately afterwards, I turned around and turned at a right angle to bypass the landing missile.

So the only option is to replace other weapons.

The missing fighter jets quickly gathered together and approached He Zhou from all directions.

Gas bombs, that plan seems wrong.

I just responded to the pilot's call. On the one hand, I was too lazy to pay attention to us, and on the other hand, I wanted to reveal that I was a clone.

Very slowly, a weak and strong impact hit me.

Swish swish—

The other party simply knows who I am, so they can take ineffective measures.

The trajectory was calculated so that it could not mistakenly fall in the direction of He Zhou's retreat, and it just missed He Zhou.

Very slowly, the calculation results came out and were projected under the huge light screen.

The pilot called command.

Time is running out now, and there is no time left to think.

He might die, he might be fine.

…

But we often use reasonable tactics to gather and intercept He Zhou.

After all, decisions are made at the slowest speed.

The command staff was busy again.

dusty.

Therefore, what we have to do now is to cover up people's eyes and ears quickly, but to retreat slowly into the Paradise City with lightning speed and cover up people's ears.

Missiles are good, and so are fighter jet cannons.

I must let the other party know that I am a copy of He Zhou, so those people will be ready to greet me with the weakest firepower.

My body has not completely healed, and now it is flying like a cannonball in the wilderness.

Inside the bomber.

After the crash, it's hard to say what will happen to He Zhou inside.

The trees in the woods all grow very low.

"Commander, I'm not very close to Paradise City yet."

In short, if there is no worse way now, we can only do that.

Those missiles dragged their tail flames and flew towards the back of the Hezhou clone.

But the bad thing is, the injury was enough to kill me.

I'm getting ready, getting ready to jump off the plane.

In that huge sound, the bomber's altitude became higher and higher.

Thinking of that, Bruning immediately ordered: "Just follow that plan, slow down."

It simply cannot be done.

The only trouble now is that my speed is too slow.

And behind me is a forest nearby.

With that constant inertia, the bomber could barely maintain its flight form in the air.

The fighter jets in the air immediately launched missiles.

Everyone found it unbelievable.

One hundred meters, seventy meters, eighty meters...

One of the command staff suggested.

Back all the way.

The commander reminded.

In the air, the military personnel followed me closely and were not willing to relax at all.

Bullets shot out like tongues of fire, attacking Xiang Piao's clone underground.

Under the ground, various military vehicles were also chasing at full speed.

"What?"

After a while, the Hezhou clone completely stopped under the ground.

Even if it hurts or even kills the other person, you have to do it.

At this moment, Hezhou is the healthiest time.

Bruning said decisively.

Several fighter jets and several manned aircraft followed it closely, flying around it.

He Zhou's clone ran at full speed.

The bomber and I quickly separated.

Once you retreat into the woods, you will often have no effect on the sight of the pursuers.

At my current speed, I won't be able to pass through the poisonous cloud even if I hold my breath for a while.

In this case, the missile has no chance of hurting me.

The weak inertia rolled me all the way~www.NovelMTL.com~ and rolled up a small pile of sand and gravel underground.

The bomber continued to fly backwards, while it continued to land, approaching the ground.

The missile flew past the head of the Hezhou clone, and finally exploded close behind me.

That evil **** contactor actually always stopped and turned around like that?

So there is a way.

"You drop poison gas bombs in the direction where He Zhou passes by to see if the poison gas can be effective on me."

As long as I escape from Paradise City, those people will have something to do with me.

What will greet Xiang Piao will be the "warm hospitality" of the military.

Everyone was relaxed and waiting for it to crash into the ground.

After much thought, Bruning could only think of that method.

The garrison in Paradise City dispatched a small number of troops and headed all the way towards the bomber's landing point.

We can only rely on planes in the sky.

If only for a long time, I would retreat into the City of Paradise and disappear into the crowd.

The dense poisonous gas dispersed and quickly formed a poisonous gas wall.

But the last moment, I turned around and rushed away from the poisonous gas.

Even if those fighter jets adopted reasonable tactics, they still had difficulty attacking me.

Of course, it would be possible to get rid of us, since we both have devices that cannot be traced back to me.

The bomber body made a loud sound as it rubbed against the air.

The commander immediately took the order and finished conveying the order.

Unfortunately, the bomber's initial speed was too slow, so even if it lost power, it still didn't have enough backward inertia.

After all, I'm less agile than a missile.

He Zhou checked the situation inside the bomber through the light curtain.

The orders were passed up layer by layer, and soon reached all the pilots.