"Hmm? Uncle Jinlong?"
Held by Su Qiyuan and Bai Tao, Ansheng emerged from the old sedan into the construction site prefab. Entering the seemingly ordinary prefab, one could see layers of temporarily installed steel plates adhering to the prefab walls.
Inside the prefab, there were five people in total, fully equipped, sitting against the wall, tightly holding something that looked like a rocket launcher in their arms.
A lizard over a meter and a half long, with its head and back covered in golden scales and thorns.
It lay on the long table in the prefab, its expression somewhat indifferent, as it held something that appeared to be an electronic cigarette in its arm covered with the toughest spikes, happily puffing away.
The golden-scaled lizard scanned the little fox, which weighed no more than fifteen pounds, including skin and bones.
"Can't see anything special. Why do those big bugs outside like you so much?"
Ansheng's gaze turned to the lizard, listening to the hissing sounds it made, and was momentarily stunned, saying:
"Are you Uncle Jinlong? The same Uncle Jinlong who ate rocket launchers at that research institute?"
If it were other spirit beasts, Ansheng might not have recognized them, but upon hearing about Uncle Jinlong, an image immediately flashed in Ansheng's mind.
This lizard, wasn't it the guardian spirit beast Lin Ying mentioned, which was hit by the fungal parasitic beast's rockets and firearms at the Dongxiang Research Institute, and cried out?
The golden lizard retracted its neck, raised its head, full of question marks, glaring at the fox spouting piercing words, angrily retorting: "Are you kidding me! There's no way some lousy bugs could hurt me! Were you there? No way I lost. At that time, I used Body Sanctification to shield those laggards from bullets and only got injured that way!"
Following this, Uncle Jinlong's mouth was filled with incomprehensible tactical concepts and combat cases.
[First time seeing a lizard this fiery.] Ansheng took out his phone, typed a line, and handed it to Bai Tao, his face peculiarly looking at the golden lizard spouting words on the table.
Bai Tao looked at Master Fox's phone screen, then turned to look at Uncle Jinlong, who was propping up on the table with both arms and hissing, his expression difficult to maintain.
Master Fox... since coming in, has only let out two short whimpering sounds.
What exactly did Master Fox say to make a lizard covered in golden scale armor, with even its spikes turning red?
At that moment, a woman leaning against the wall called out to Uncle Jinlong.
Hearing his partner's call, the almost exploding Uncle Jinlong grudgingly hummed, sitting on the long table with folded arms in a huff: "If it weren't for being on a mission right now, I'd put you competitive types in your place!"
"I'm not a shallow sand lizard; momentary victory is not true victory, but achieving strategic objectives is the real victory. What do you know, idiot!"
Seeing that new internet gentlemen are almost here, Ansheng laughed, uncertain if the lizard's scales were tough, but its mouth was undeniably hard.
The night is silent at the construction site, suddenly filled with faint metallic clanging sounds.
Cylindrical objects traced parabolic arcs over the construction site's outer walls, landing on the ground.
After the cylinders hit the ground, they exploded violently, releasing smoke that covered a fifteen-meter radius, gradually enveloping the prefab. A shadow leaped from the wall into the sky, with flash from the assault rifle in its waist.
During the fall, the parasitic beast swiftly scanned the construction site with a steely gaze, using faint light to quickly locate and eliminate ambushes.
After a flash of fire, the parasitic beast plunged into the dense fog of military smoke grenades.
In the area hit by the parasitic beast's gunfire, some locations sparked, while others lost parts, with hidden mechanical dogs falling one by one.
Upon landing, the parasitic beast dashed towards the construction site, heading deeper in.
With faint lights highlighting it, the parasitic beast appeared like a ghost in the night, transforming into a black glow, quickly flashing towards a newly topped five-story building.
On the fourth floor of that building, faint glimpses of light revealed something resembling a shipping container at the observation point. The container's surroundings extended many cables, connected to high-speed cameras and radar. Upon detecting the target,
the metal cabin spat out numerous time travel machines.
Black shadows roared between buildings, and calculated by computers, they followed optimal routes, converging from all directions towards the parasitic beast's location.
The time travel machines carried no weapons; their own acceleration exceeding three hundred kilometers per hour and internal chemical agents were their strongest weapons.
Seeing a dense swarm of drones attacking like rain, the parasitic beast spun its body, kicking a tipping truck with all its might, sending it flying, heavily spinning into the drone swarm.
The converged drone swarm quickly dispersed under system commands.
The small tipping truck spun straight at the third floor of the five-story building, shattering the edge of the slab, deforming as it hit load-bearing pillars, embedding there.
Failing to impact, the parasitic beast reversed the grip on its assault rifle and continued charging towards the tall building, swinging the rifle like a baseball bat, intercepting drones flying at speeds of up to three hundred kilometers per hour.
Explosions of chemical adhesive burst around as the parasitic beast agilely dodged, smashing a dozen drones besieging it like throwing a boomerang.
With a series of failed intercept attempts, the parasitic beast had already broken through to the building's base. It leaped, sprinting sideways on the wall at a furious pace.
The parasitic beast swiftly swung its arms, plucking two grenades from its bulletproof vest, tightly gripping them, its expression indifferent and serene, springing to the fourth floor, turning, opening its arms to embrace the reaching swarm of pursuing drones.
The two defensive grenades, along with the Black Gold explosives strapped to the parasitic beast's waist, exploded simultaneously in front of the drone swarm's hive chamber. The cables and high-speed cameras connecting the hive, along with hundreds of swarm drones, ignited in fiery bursts, flaring out.
The hive drones were essentially disposable.
Not only did they carry no weapons, but their defense mechanisms were also virtually non-existent.
Upon the hive being attacked and losing its hub, drones untouched by the explosion followed deactivation procedures and descended to the construction site's ground.
The concrete slab crumbled inch by inch, exposing a fourth floor with structural damage in the fiery light, as a twisted humanoid figure gradually emerged, the gray-black fungal hyphae writhing in the firelight, seemingly devouring the burning flames, looking extremely eerie.
A ruined body stepped out from the blaze, gray-black hyphae expanding outward, constructing new flesh, even covering over resilient muscles.
The parasitic beast paced to the building's edge, pupils with shrinking color rings, bearing a twisted grimace, embodying madness, tilting its head back to release a furious roar.
The roar was akin to a shockwave, shaking the flames.
Hidden in the prefab, Ansheng stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded at the roaring fungal parasitic beast.
Black shadows darted skillfully, like the most elegant dancers, swift like light and electricity, dodging with no excess motions, decisive and fierce, causing Ansheng to be amazed.
This thing... Wish Power +4? That's excessive!
Ansheng withdrew his gaze, nudging the person shoulder-to-shoulder with him, propped on the windowsill, watching the fungal parasitic beast break through the defense circle, saying to Uncle Jinlong:
"Hey! Uncle Jinlong, your chance has come, our defense line neutralized its firearms, now it's your turn to face it one-on-one." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥
Uncle Jinlong looked incredulous, staring at the little fox addressing him.