Iron Shadows in Arden Cen's Wake Chapter 1

There was a muffled crunching sound when the huge tires rolled over the fresh snow.

In the Neutral Zone, on Highway 2 leading to Shenyang City, a nearly two-story-tall K-3 heavy-duty truck was driving at a constant speed. Its orange high-beam lights formed an overlapping fan in front of the vehicle, illuminating the fresh snow. dilapidated road.

It has been more than three years since the end of the Seventh Violent War. Both this snow-covered northern town and the large cities within Lianyunguan are filled with a heavy air of death. They have become more deadly amid sporadic conflicts. Devastated everywhere.

"After escorting this car, are you looking for a woman?" There were three men sitting side by side in the cab, a driver and two young men holding heavy machine guns. One of them said licking his lips.

"But screw it, no matter where you find women these days, they're all in the boss's bed."

"There is a crazy woman in the slum behind the ruins of the Dome of the Rock, we..."

"Okay," the driver turned the steering wheel and stared nervously at the mottled road, "pay attention to your surroundings."

There is a scar the size of a coin on his right temple, and the flesh is sunken inward, forming a deep hole, indicating that he was a "charioteer" before the age of twenty-five and manipulated "power" in the core armed force of the society. skeleton".

The two young men knew about his past, but they didn't take it seriously. No matter how awesome the charioteer in the club is, after the age of twenty-five, as his synapses and neurons age, he will retire from the front line.

"There's nothing Fcuking around."

"That's right, there are wild woods on both sides. I don't even know where to point my gun..."

Before he finished speaking, a ray of bright light flashed in the green-black woods ahead on the left, swayed into the cab, and hit the driver's eyes. He turned his head and accelerated forward without applying the brakes.

"Holy Sh!t! Oh Sh!t!" The machine guns were mounted side by side on the console.

"Who the hell dares to use a Free Army vehicle in the neutral zone!"

"Hold on, you'll be safe after entering the A sign." The driver put the gear into gear and pressed the red button next to the power supply. The steel plate painted with a black torch pattern on the top cover of the truck's sealed box slowly opened, revealing a huge iron-colored manipulator. Grab the edge of the cover sharply.

The two young men's voices trembled: "This is my first time escorting a car!"

"The bones, the bones have been released, it should be fine!"

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that two low-level skeletons had jumped out of the car, one on the left and one on the right running quickly with the truck: "The two we brought are just for assembly. If the other party has '100 orders and eight'..." .."

Power Skeletons are a new type of war weapon that came into use during the Third Violent War. They were developed and produced by the government. The scale once reached 2,000. With the consumption of various forces, more and more Power Skeletons fell into the hands of armed groups. Becoming a tool of violent separatism, the 108 government-issued skeletons still in service today are collectively referred to as "Hundred Single Eight" by people in the community.

Metal bullets began to fire from two scattered points diagonally in front. The source of the firepower could not be seen, but a clear firepower network could be seen in the dark night, accompanied by the sound of crackling hits and the sound of the windshield shattering. The two young men were lying under the operating table in fear.

"Get up!" the driver yelled, "fight back!"

At this time, the low-level skeleton rushed to the front of the truck to block the dense rain of bullets. At the same time, he turned down the barrel-shaped mechanical component above his right arm, aimed at a fire source a few kilometers away, and fired a neutron cannon with a bang.

The driver grabbed the two young men by their collars and said, "When I came out, my eldest brother told me that if this truck is lost, none of us will survive!"

Yes, the goods are from the association! Two young men bravely stuck their heads out. As soon as they stuck out, one of them was shot directly between his eyebrows. The metal bullet was so powerful that his entire skull was blown open on the driver's seat.

"Ah! Ahhh!" The other machine gunner was frightened and opened the car door in a panic. He couldn't decide whether to hide or jump. He fell from the speeding truck and broke his neck on the hard snow.

At the same time, the driver seemed to hear a familiar sound, hissing. He quickly released the accelerator, held his head and got into the small space under his feet. Then, the bones in front of the truck were torn apart in a ball of fire. .

Explosion, impact, and burning, all the bones in the body seemed to be broken, and there was an endless buzzing in the head. After ten minutes, the driver reluctantly climbed out of the cab. As soon as he rolled to the ground, he was hit by a metal probe. Stopped the head.

With blurred vision, he looked up and saw two nuclear-powered vehicles with the worn words "No. 88" painted on them. A "Hundred Single Eight" skeleton, more than three meters high, was stepping on the lower body of another escort vehicle. On the hierarchical bones, he stamped hard, smashing the charioteer inside to pieces.

It is a hostile group of the Free Army, No. 88.

"...Go and check out the goods, are there any..."

The driver's ears were ringing so hard that he could only hear a few words. No. 88 is located in Shenyang City, and has never had a conflict with the Free Army in the neutral zone. What is the origin of this batch of goods...?

"...Don't worry about other garbage, just watch..."

Just watch? What to see?

"Found it, no problem," a young voice came over, "Shut up."

The driver's eyes widened. The cold metal needle tip pierced his skin and was about to penetrate deep into the brain tissue. Just as his life was hanging by a thread, something suddenly flew out of the woods behind him. The probe left his head and blood spurted out. , heat poured into his eyes, the person who wanted to kill him was dead, and the body hit him hard.

What followed was chaotic deployment and fierce fighting. Someone on the side of the No. 88 nuclear train shouted in panic: "Damn it, it's Vajrapani! Vajrapani Cedric Lu!"

The driver was stunned, Lu Jiu from Jialantang? He pushed the body away with all his strength, turned over and looked at where the sound came from.

A mute golden power skeleton, with two alloy knives crossed on the back. The shoulder equipped with a small cannon is sprayed with Jialantang's iconic mountain cloud and mist hall emblem. Two giant hands like iron pincers tightly grasp the body of No. 88. The bones are held in the palm of the hand.

That was no ordinary manipulator, it was made of super titanium alloy armor, with an independent set of plutonium-powered drive shafts on the left and right sides, which could easily crush any skeletal exterior.

Why is Jialantang here too!

In every war, the city will be destroyed and rebuilt, and then occupied by different armed groups. Each group claims that the city under its rule is its own, so among several sub-cities with the same name, they can only be distinguished according to the order of reconstruction. Currently, There are three in total in Shenyang City. The boss of Shenyang City is Jialantang, which competes with the Free Army and No. 88 Branch.

It is also a skeleton of the "Hundred Single Eight" level. The guy No. 88 was firmly clamped by the Vajra Hand and fired hundreds of armor-piercing bullets from a very close range. The sound from the musical instruments sounded too wanton and arrogant.

Armor-piercing bullets cannot penetrate special armor. The guy No. 88 flipped up the heavy cannon on his back, adjusted the angle and fired a shot at the head of the charioteer under the Vajrayana mask. The Vajrayana shook his head quickly, avoiding the blow and driving If the shaft doesn't delay any longer, he tightens the tiger's mouth and crushes the bones in his hands piece by piece like squeezing mud.

The driver felt the pain of the long howling. He had been a charioteer and knew that after the temple is connected to the bone, the mechanical damage will be assimilated into physical pain within 0.001 seconds, so that the charioteer can react as quickly as possible to the attack. .

The skeleton is dismembered, and even if the charioteer survives, the neuronal damage is permanent.

This charioteer is useless.

The Vajra Practitioner threw down the bone fragments, turned to face the nuclear train No. 88, squatted down, and lifted the front of their train in boredom: "You have no bones, are you still fighting?"

The skeleton has absolute combat power. No. 88 had no choice, but he was unwilling to give in. One of the cars fell back and said nonsense: "Cedric Lu, you Jialantang kill our people and rob our goods, you wait." ! "

"Oh?" Cedric Lu's voice was still very soft, like a sigh. He suddenly flattened his palms and smashed the car into pieces. Then he turned his head and looked at the other car, "That car is your No. 88." of?"

The people in the car didn't dare to speak.

"The torch emblem sprayed on the K-3 is clearly a Free Army vehicle." Cedric Lu moved his palm towards them.

The people in the car panicked and honked their horns wildly: "Cedric Lu! Of the three societies in Shenyang, our No. 88 is the largest. You..."

Another palm hit, and the car was destroyed. Blood dripped from the metal gaps. The horn kept blaring. Lu Jiu turned his wrist and stood up, turning his head to look towards the woods on the other side.

A black car slowly drove out of the fog that was rising in the forest. There have been very few such cars since the war, and those who can use them for transportation are community leaders.

The driver lay prone in the pile of corpses, watching the car drive closer. A young man in a black suit and a emblem got out from the passenger seat, trotted open the rear door---luxurious leather seats Up, leaning against a very handsome guy.

The boss of Jialantang, 21-year-old Arden Cen.

"Sterling Gao, close the door!" Lu Jiu lost his calmness when he killed someone and was very nervous about the safety of the people in the car.

The young man was stunned and was about to close the door. Arden Cen kicked the door open and pushed him aside.

"Don't be so cautious, Brother Ninth." The exquisite black brogue leather shoes stepped on the blood-stained snow, "With you here, what should I be afraid of?"

Cedric Lu immediately moved his Vajra Hand to his side, carefully placed him under his arm, and lowered his voice: "Don't cause trouble outside, I don't want you to get hurt."

"I know," Arden Cen raised his soft right hand and punched his hard metal armor casually, "I'm just curious about what kind of goods No. 88 insists on snatching from the Free Army."

The driver was right at their feet, not daring to move or blink. From this angle, you could clearly see Arden Cen's "left hand". No, it was not a hand, but a mechanical arm with hook-like five fingers. The burning oil drill, swayed from all angles by the car lights, reminds people of the extravagant beauties of the old era.

"Hold me up." Arden Cen ordered.

Lu Jiu opened his frightening Vajra hands, super titanium alloy and independent plutonium power, to hold up his boss's fragile carbohydrate limbs. The handle waist and the backbone were as light and gentle as feathers, and then his feet started to tremble. With strength, he jumped into the huge box of K-3.

The mess is full of mechanical garbage, including scrapped skeletal parts, dismantled steel skeletons from cars and ships, and broken copper and iron that cannot be identified.

"This batch of goods is only C-level," Arden Cen knocked on Lu Jiu's armor, "Is the boss of No. 88 an idiot?"

"I'm much smarter than you."

...

"Do we want this truck?"

"Think of me, Jialantang, as a rag-picker," Arden Cen curled his lips, "pick through them and send the useless ones back to the Free Army."

Cedric Lu tilted his head and moved his huge fingers: "It's a bit cold, isn't it?"

Arden Cen said seriously: "A self-heating system should be added to the Vajrayana to provide a heating function."

At this time, someone shouted from the car: "Don't let him get away!"

Cedric Lu held Arden Cen and reached out, only to see Sterling Gao throw a man to the ground, pull out a gun from his arms, and aim at the man's blood-stained face.

The driver was frightened when the black barrel of the gun was pointed at his nose. He just rolled his eyes in the dark and was discovered by the boy named Gao.

Cedric Lu helped Arden Cen jump out of the car. Sterling Gao pointed his gun at the scarred nerve port on the driver's temple: "He is a charioteer."

"No. 88?" Cedric Lu asked condescendingly, "Freedom Army?"

"Freedom Army!" The driver immediately confessed his identity, "I am just a driver. I was robbed by No. 88 on the way and killed four of us and two skeletons!"

Sterling Gao has long hair tied up and a pair of sly smiling eyes. For a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, he has a kind of acrimony that is inappropriate for his age: "You two are just a piece of Sh!t, you have the nerve to call me a skeleton." ? "

Cedric Lu raised his hand to prevent him from making mistakes. Among the three societies in Shenyang, only the Free Army has the ability to independently assemble skeletons. This is why they have been collecting mechanical garbage everywhere for a long time.

Sterling Gao asked, "Do you know why you were robbed?"

The driver shook his head and suddenly remembered something: "It seems... I'm looking for something."

Arden Cen's brows furrowed and he pointed at the car of scrap metal behind him with his diamond-encrusted mechanical finger.

"Yes," the driver nodded hurriedly, "and I heard them say, 'Found it'."

found it? Arden Cen and Cedric Lu looked at each other. They had been together for too many years, and they understood each other's meaning with just one look - this cargo could not be returned to the Free Army.

Arden Cen turned around and walked towards his luxurious black car. Cedric Lu habitually covered his side and glanced back at Sterling Gao. Sterling Gao immediately understood. There was a bang on the empty Highway 2, and it was a bullet coming out of the gun. the sound of.

Lu Jiu opened the way, followed closely by Arden Cen's car, followed by the K-3 heavy truck driven by Sterling Gao. The group turned around and drove quickly toward the C-shaped Shenyang City in the southwest.