Chapter 110 Space Warriors vs. Predator

Chapter 110 Space Warriors vs. Predator

Fu Qinghai had just returned to Fifth Avenue in Brooklyn, parked the truck outside the laboratory building, walked into his laboratory, lay down in front of the computer screen, and started a new round of improvements to the Blue Shell Power Armor.

A few small patches to be exact.

In the past, Space Marines fought on various desolate and cruel alien planets. Based on the concept of durability, power armor did not integrate too many complex information devices.

Because complex information equipment often requires more basic signal facilities to support it.

If Iron Man fights on other planets, his strength will definitely be much lower than on Earth, because the information support and fire support provided by many orbiting satellites cannot be in place.

But now that Fu Qinghai is fighting on the earth, he must make full use of the earth's own infrastructure.

Fu Qinghai integrated the basebands and chips of these communication devices into his armor, using the BlackBerry phone given to him by Hammer Industries and the iPad tablet given to him by Hydra.

Otherwise, in the middle of a fight, what would it be like to suddenly take out a mobile phone to answer a call?

At the same time, Fu Qinghai also connected his armor information receiving system to certain satellites in space.

How?

Because Hammer Industries installed vulnerabilities and backdoors in the small supercomputer in the laboratory.

Fu Qinghai had guessed this a long time ago. Hammer Industries must be very interested in its original experimental data, so there is a 100% backdoor in the laboratory's computers.

Then Fu Qinghai used this backdoor to reversely invade the firewall of Hammer Industries, hack into the system of Hammer Industries headquarters, and took the opportunity to control several satellites belonging to Hammer Industries in space orbit.

Hammer Industries' aerospace technology is not bad. In the original comics, Justin Hammer got cancer in his later years and went to live in a space station in Earth orbit, thinking that this could slow the spread of cancer cells.

Therefore, the ability to collect more complex information has been strengthened...

Blue Shell 1.1 beta. type power armor.

renew.

Fu Qinghai just put on the upgraded helmet.

"Ding dong!"

A text message box popped up in sight.

Nathan Lemon:

"Mr. Quentin, Mr. Hammer invites you to the Long Island Villa for a chat."

Fu Qinghai replied:

"I'm busy today and I don't have time. I'll wait for another day."

On the other side, Nathan Lemon was stunned when he saw the text message.

Not even giving Justin Hammer face?

In a mid-level mansion in a wealthy area of ​​Long Island, New York, Justin Hammer has returned here from Europe and is sitting in his study studying the analysis data of chalk products given by his subordinates.

Justin Hammer was also stunned when he received Nathan Lemon's reply.

This Quentin Fu has only been gone for half a month and is already so crazy?

In the laboratory, Fu Qinghai finished replying to Nathan Lemon's text message and continued to browse the detailed information about Nick Fury provided by Hydra.

Full name: Nicholas Joseph Free

Age: 70 years old (approximately)

Height: 6 feet 1 inch (186cm)

Weight: 221 lbs (100kg)

Fu Qinghai was slightly stunned when he browsed the photos.

Why is this a white man?

Different from the one-eyed black bald man in the impression, according to the information provided by Hydra, Nick Fury is a stubble-faced white man with a sharp face, short brown hair, and white temples on both sides.

Ah, so this is Nick Fury in the comic book universe. Fu Qinghai was thoughtful and kept this face in his heart.

A normal 70-year-old person should already be a 70-year-old man, not a mature man. Obviously, Nick Fury, who has been active since World War II, has also undergone some kind of transformation surgery.

According to the data, Nick Fury was last seen in a safe house of SHIELD in New York. After being discovered by Hydra's agents stationed within SHIELD, three guided missiles were directly waiting for him. An entire residential building was reduced to rubble, and then the SHIELD director disappeared without a trace.

Fu Qinghai touched his chin and began to think deeply.

I don't want to go to the ruins of the residential building anymore to check the clues that even Hydra can't find. It's useless to go there myself.

It's useless to look for Hammer Industries. Even Hydra can't find someone, let alone Nathan Lemmon.

At this time, the emergency news on the TV nearby attracted Fu Qinghai's attention.

"An urgent news break. Just ten minutes ago, our reporter in Manhattan DC sent news that unknown forces were fighting in Manhattan DC. A large number of blocks were damaged. Witnesses claimed that they saw giant dragons and ogres. , and... uh, what is that, an Abrams main battle tank?"

Fu Qinghai immediately turned his head and carefully checked the pictures in the TV report.

In the picture, the camera was shaking around and it was very messy, as if the photographer was running away. There were panicked citizens everywhere, as well as the ruins of collapsed buildings, broken street lamps, cars that collided with each other...

The background sound of the picture is dense gunfire. Judging from these gunshots alone, there are various models and calibers.

Suddenly, among the chaotic crowd, a familiar face flashed past, and Fu Qinghai instantly recognized it——

Nick Fury!

Nick Fury is in Manhattan, D.C., at the scene of the conflict!

"Ding dong!"

A text message box appeared in Fu Qinghai's sight.

Amni Zora:

"Quentin, received the latest news, Nick Fury appeared on Lexington Avenue in Manhattan, DC."

"Roger, on our way."

Fu Qinghai did not hesitate, stood up suddenly, went downstairs and jumped into the Pittbilt heavy truck. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom without even closing the door. The engine roared, the whistle sounded, and the truck drove towards the Isle of Man.

In the empty laboratory, the TV news continued to broadcast:

"This station reminds New Yorkers to stay away from Manhattan. All residents who are still in Manhattan, please leave Manhattan via the Roosevelt Expressway."

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The big truck drove in the direction of Manhattan against the traffic flow. Fu Qinghai was thinking in his mind while driving.

Looking at the TV screen, in a battle of this scale, there must be reincarnations involved.

Finally, less than a month after arriving in this universe, and after initially figuring out the camp and plot line, there were finally some reincarnators who couldn't hold back anymore.

Maybe some people can't stand the confusing and complicated plot, or maybe some people feel that they have mastered the key information of the plot and found a way to win.

Anyway.

With this war on the horizon, many power structures will emerge, and the situation will begin to become clearer.

Even the reincarnations who are still hiding in the dark and have not been exposed will definitely go to watch when they know that a battle is taking place in Manhattan.

Because this is a great opportunity to sort out the plot and distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, all the reincarnations in New York at this moment will no longer hide under the water and emerge one after another.

Fu Qinghai figured this out and strengthened his determination to go to Manhattan.

Fu Qinghai was driving very fast. In front of him was the Hudson River. Across this river was the Manhattan District. Fu Qinghai looked at the row of police cars blocking the road not far away, and the cordon and water bucket isolation belt. Fu Qinghai Without slowing down at all, he pressed the accelerator to the bottom, amidst the warning shots fired by the New York police.

"Bang!"

The huge square front of the car hit the police car and the plastic bucket barrier blocking the road ahead. The police officers quickly jumped to avoid it. Several police cars were hit and rolled sideways. The buckets exploded and water splashed everywhere.

Metal grilles and fenders twisted and twisted as the truck climbed onto the Hudson Bridge and continued onward.

Entering the Isle of Man, the huge truck crashed into a series of cars parked on the road and a collapsed concrete wall. Fu Qinghai braked, and the car slowly stopped with a harsh friction and deceleration sound.

Surrounded by the ruins of a messy street, all the pedestrians had already run away, and in the distance, huge explosions and the roars of unknown animals could be heard.

Opening the car door, a heavily armed white-armored soldier jumped out.

The scarlet eyepiece lit up. The white-scarred Space Marine held a bolter and a power knife at his waist. He carefully observed his surroundings and walked quickly into a building.

There are many high-rise buildings on Manhattan Island. Fu Qinghai chose a building that was neither the tallest nor the shortest. The people inside had already been evacuated and there was no one there. Fu Qinghai did not choose to take the elevator, but took the fire escape stairs and quickly Run towards the top floor.

As he was approaching the top floor, Fu Qinghai slowed down and listened carefully in the dark fire escape.

The entrance to the rooftop on the top floor was guarded.

Sure enough, there were many reincarnations who had the same idea as him. Although they did not participate in the war, they would definitely come to observe secretly.

A thin man with a gun belt hanging on his shoulder and an xm1014 shotgun in his hand was standing at the entrance to the top rooftop, walking around casually.

Suddenly, a large hand covered with iron armor covered his mouth, and he was pulled into his arms. His back was pressed against the cold, hard armor, making him unable to move.

A low voice sounded in my ears:

"What camp are you from?"

The iron hand that tightly held his mouth loosened slightly.

The thin man held by his arms looked frightened and said quickly:

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm from the good guys side, I'm a player from the S.H.I.E.L.D plot line camp, don't kill me."

Oh, you're out of luck.

There was a soft "click" and the neck was broken.

The assimilation point bonus comes to mind.

This thin guy is indeed from the S.H.I.E.L.D plot line camp.

Just after he pinched the reincarnator's neck, there was a slight sound in the dark passage not far away.

Fu Qinghai did not hesitate, raised his other arm, and pointed his palm in that direction. After half a second of charging sound——

"Biu!"

A golden-white blazing beam of light flashed through, illuminating the surrounding walls for an instant before disappearing into the dark passage.

Fu Qinghai let go of the dead man in his hand, walked in that direction, and pulled out a headless corpse from behind the wall.

The broken neck was covered with blackened and carbonized flesh.

He was still holding a simple small mobile phone in his hand, his finger pressed on the call button, and he didn't have time to make a call.

One patrols in the open and the other observes in the dark. This group of reincarnators also knows how to set up light and dark sentries, so they are not just a bunch of people.

It's a pity that the response is a bit slow.

I didn't use a bolt gun because I was worried that the loud sound of the bolt gun would alert other reincarnators upstairs. The sound of the palm cannon was relatively quiet, and the energy output could be controlled artificially.

Fu Qinghai climbed up the ladder to the rooftop and gently opened the iron door handle.

"Squeak——"

The rusty door shaft made noise, and the group of reincarnators who were lying on the edge of the rooftop with telescopes just turned around.

"Click...bang!"

A black rifle grenade crossed a parabola and headed straight for them.

"Boom!"

The rifle grenade exploded into a huge ball of fire in mid-air, and shrapnel was shot out. A circle of reincarnations were beaten until they were knocked over and screamed repeatedly.

Before the smoke from the explosion dissipated, Fu Qinghai pulled the trigger brazenly.

"Da da da da..."

The muzzle of the gun fired in a circle along the edge of the rooftop. Many reincarnations activated their abilities one after another, such as muscle strengthening, telekinesis shields, etc. However, under the powerful power of the mass bomb, their fragile bodies were shattered one after another. , telekinesis was unable to intercept the second-stage propelled bomb, the bulletproof vest was punched through a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl, and the explosion-proof shield was torn into twisted fragments.

Bolt gun, simple, crude, effective.

Fu Qinghai hadn't finished playing the entire drum when he suddenly felt something in his heart, a Force warning, above his head!

The muzzle of the gun suddenly rose, and the metal line of fire swept upwards, but it did not hit any enemies, and there was nothing above the head.

The vision in front of Fu Qinghai changed. It had just switched to the thermal imaging view. A "whoosh" sound broke through the air, and a sharp metal soft whip wrapped around the bolt gun in Fu Qinghai's hand with a "snap".

In the thermal imaging view, there is a tall figure of about 2.5 meters. A huge force comes from the thin iron whip. The sharp whip blade is instantly tightened, pulling out white scratches on the body of the bolter. Mark, the other party wanted to pull the gun from Fu Qinghai's hand.

Fu Qinghai clearly saw through the thermal imaging view that the other party was tugging on the bolt gun in his hand, and a high-temperature reaction that turned red and white lit up on his shoulder.

Fu Qinghai did not choose to let go of the bolter and roll to avoid it. Instead, the electronic muscle fibers all over his body tensed up instantly. He held the bolter with both hands and pulled it back suddenly.

A force beyond the opponent's imagination was pulled back. The opponent was pulled forward and staggered forward. The invisibility was released. The shoulder cannon on the shoulder fired a spherical blue plasma, but because the body tilted during the launch, , missed, grazed Fu Qinghai's shoulder armor and shot into the sky, scraping off a large piece of ceramic steel guard.

Predator.

Fu Qinghai recognized the shoulder cannon the moment he saw it.

All armor is equal before plasma. The plasma shoulder cannon of the Predator may not be as powerful as the plasma weapon of the Space Marine, but it is still plasma after all. Fu Qinghai's armor cannot withstand it, so he did not choose to take it hard.

Fu Qinghai let go of the bolt gun wrapped in the soft whip in his hand, and suddenly pulled out the power knife on the weapon buckle at his waist, and activated the blue cracking force field.

The Predator on the opposite side shook the black "dreadlocks" on his head and stood up straight. There was a "click" on the metal wrist box and the end of the soft whip was cut off. Two strange-shaped sticks were connected to the wrist armor of each hand. He bent his wrist blade ferociously, stepped down on his horse, and took up the same posture.

Fu Qinghai didn't say a word and rushed forward with a knife in both hands.

The blade drew an arc at a tricky angle in the air, slashing straight into an oblique slash, and struck the Predator's shoulder.

The Predator also reacted very quickly and was not fooled by Fu Qinghai's tricks. He raised the wrist blade of his left hand and blocked the blade of the powered sword.

"Qiang!"

To the surprise of this iron-blooded warrior, the moment his wrist blade came into contact with Fu Qinghai's blade, it froze for a moment before being neatly cut off.

The straight-edged long sword cut off the wrist blade and continued to cut with unabated force.

The Predator quickly turned around and retreated, but was still scratched in the chest by the tip of the knife.

Just like when facing the wrist blade, the metal armor extending from the shoulders to the chest could not withstand the effect of the disintegration force field. It was easily torn open, the flesh was cut open, and thick fluorescent green blood sprayed out. .

The Predator raised his head and looked at Fu Qinghai. Although he couldn't see the expression in his helmet, Fu Qinghai could imagine that he must have a look of horror under his mask at this moment.

Fluorescent green blood dripped down the tip of the knife. Fu Qinghai raised the power knife and charged again.

With straight thrusts, sweeping sweeps, and diagonal slashes, Fu Qinghai pressed forward step by step. The Predator retreated and dodged in confusion.

Weapons are inferior to humans, and we can't block with our wrist blades. We can only passively dodge. How can we fight in such a battle? Fu Qinghai continued his offensive, not giving the opponent any chance to recharge his shoulder cannon and take aim. After cutting off another wrist blade again, he saw the opportunity and struck a hook, piercing the Predator's throat with the tip of the blade.

This tall and strong iron-blooded warrior, who was almost as tall as Fu Qinghai, stopped. Green blood spurted down his chest. His hands trembled as he tried to grasp the long knife inserted in his neck, and raised it halfway. , drooped down again.

Fu Qinghai pressed down with both hands and pulled out the long straight-edged sword. The Predator in front of him fell back weakly.

Unexpectedly, before the Predator's body fell to the ground, Fu Qinghai suddenly stepped forward, raised his knife diagonally upward, and cut off the Predator's right hand equipped with a wrist box computer, and then kicked it out, killing the Predator's right hand. The severed hand kicked far away.

The severed hand was spinning in mid-air, but before it landed...

"Boom—"

An explosion far more powerful than Fu Qinghai's rifle grenade, the shock wave blew away the broken arms of the corpses on the rooftop.

At the last moment, Fu Qinghai did not forget the settings in the Predator movie.

The wrist box computer will self-destruct after detecting the death of the user, and will never let any technology and information of the Predator tribe fall into the hands of the enemy.

Fu Qinghai adjusted his breathing gently, leaned over to pick up his bolter, and untied the soft steel whip wrapped around it. Then he was in the mood to turn around and look at the edge of the rooftop to see the reincarnations that had not yet died. those.

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