Chapter 110: Space Marines vs. Predators

Fu Qinghai had just returned to Fifth Avenue in Brooklyn. He parked his truck outside the laboratory building, walked into his laboratory, and leaned over the computer screen to start 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 all kinds of desolate and cruel alien planets. Based on the concept that toughness is 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 greatly reduced compared to on Earth, because the information support and fire support provided by many orbital satellites cannot be in place.

Now that Fu Qinghai is fighting on Earth, he must make full use of the Earth's basic infrastructure.

Fu Qinghai integrated the baseband and chips of the BlackBerry phone given to him by Hammer Industries and the iPad tablet given to him by Hydra into his armor.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if you suddenly took out your cell phone to answer a call in the middle of a fight.

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

How did they do that?

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

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

Then Fu Qinghai took advantage of the situation and 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 comic, Justin Hammer got cancer in his later years and went to live in a space station in Earth orbit, believing that this would slow the spread of cancer cells.

So we strengthened our ability to collect more complex information...

Blue Shell 1.1 beta. powered 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 his Long Island villa for a chat."

Fu Qinghai replied:

"I'm busy today, so I don't have time. Let's do it another day."

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

Didn't even give Justin Hammer face?

In a luxury house in the wealthy area of ​​Long Island, New York, Justin Hammer had returned from Europe and was sitting in his study studying the analytical data on the finished chalk product given by his subordinates.

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

This Quentin Fu, has he become so crazy after only seeing him for half a decade?

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

Full name: Nicholas Joseph Fury

Age: 70 (approximately)

Height: 6 feet 1 inch (186 cm)

Weight: 221 lbs (100 kg)

Fu Qinghai was slightly stunned when he saw the photo.

How come this is a white person?

Unlike the one-eyed bald black man in our impression, the information provided by Hydra shows that Nick Fury is a middle-aged white man with stubble on his face, a sharp face, short brown hair, and completely white sideburns.

Ah, so this is Nick Fury from the comic universe. Fu Qinghai thought for a moment and memorized this face firmly in his mind.

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

According to the information, the last time Nick Fury appeared was in a S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house in New York. After being discovered by Hydra agents planted inside S.H.I.E.L.D., he was directly attacked with three guided missiles, which razed the entire residential building to ruins, and then the S.H.I.E.L.D. director disappeared.

Fu Qinghai touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

I don't want to go to the ruins of the residential building to check again. Even Hydra can't find the clues, so it would be useless to go there myself.

There was no point looking for Hammer Industries. Even Hydra couldn't find Nathan Lemon, let alone him.

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

"I'd like to interrupt with an urgent news report. Just ten minutes ago, our reporter in Manhattan sent a message saying that an unknown force had started a war in Manhattan. A large number of blocks were destroyed. Witnesses claimed that they saw a giant dragon, an ogre, and... uh, what was that? An Abrams main battle tank?"

Fu Qinghai immediately turned around and carefully looked at the images in the TV report.

In the picture, the camera shakes back and forth, it's very chaotic, it seems that the photographer is running away, there are citizens fleeing in panic everywhere, as well as the ruins of collapsed buildings, broken street lights, and crashed cars...

There was dense gunfire in the background of the picture, and judging from the gunshots alone, there were guns of various types and calibers.

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

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 Zola:

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

"Got it, on the way."

Fu Qinghai did not hesitate. He stood up, went downstairs and jumped onto the Peterbilt heavy truck. He stepped on the accelerator 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:

"We would like to remind all New Yorkers not to approach Manhattan. All residents who are still in Manhattan please leave Manhattan via the Roosevelt Expressway."

…

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

Judging from the TV footage, a war of this scale must have the participation of reincarnations.

Finally, less than a month after arriving in this universe, after initially figuring out the camps and plot lines, some reincarnations could no longer hold back.

Maybe someone can't stand the complicated plot that is confusing and confusing, or maybe someone feels that they have grasped the key information of the plot and found the way to win.

In short.

With this war unfolding openly, many power structures will come to light and the situation will gradually become clear.

Even those reincarnations who are still hiding in the dark and have not been exposed would definitely go and watch if they knew that a big battle had taken place in Manhattan.

Because this is a great opportunity to sort out the plot and distinguish between friends and enemies, all the reincarnations in New York will no longer remain hidden under the surface, but will emerge one after another.

After Fu Qinghai figured this out, he became more determined to go to Manhattan.

Fu Qinghai was driving very fast. In front of him was the Hudson River. Across the river was Manhattan. Looking at the row of police cars blocking the road not far away, and the cordons and water bucket isolation belts, Fu Qinghai did not slow down at all. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, amid the New York police firing warning shots.

"Bang!"

The huge, square front of the car knocked open the police cars and plastic buckets blocking the road ahead. The police officers quickly jumped down to avoid the collision. Several police cars were knocked over and moved sideways, and the buckets exploded, splashing water everywhere.

The metal grille and fenders twisted and distorted as the truck drove onto the Hudson Bridge and continued forward.

After entering the Isle of Man, the huge truck knocked over a series of cars parked across the road and crashed into a collapsed concrete wall. Fu Qinghai stepped on the brakes, and the car body slowly stopped with a harsh friction deceleration sound.

The surrounding area was a mess of ruined streets, and the pedestrians had already run away. In the distance, huge explosions and the roars of unknown animals could be heard.

The car door opened and a fully armed white-armored warrior jumped out.

The scarlet eyepiece lit up, and the Space Marine with white scars, holding a bolter and a power knife on his waist, carefully observed the surroundings and quickly walked into a building.

There are many tall 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 it was empty. Fu Qinghai did not choose to take the elevator, but took the fire escape stairs and quickly ran to 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 terrace was guarded by someone.

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 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 the whole person was pulled into the arms, with the cold and hard armor pressed against his back, making him unable to move.

A low voice sounded in my ears:

"What camp are you from?"

The iron hand that was tightly clamped around his mouth loosened a little.

The thin man who was held by the arm showed fear on his face and said quickly:

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Don't kill me, don't kill me. I'm on the good side. I'm a player on the SHIELD plot line camp. Don't kill me."

Oh, you're out of luck then.

With a slight "click" sound, the neck was broken.

The assimilation point reward is reminded in my mind.

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

Just after breaking the neck of the reincarnationist, there was a slight noise in the dark passage not far away.

Fu Qinghai raised his other arm without hesitation, and pointed his palm in that direction. After half a second of charging sound -

"Biu!"

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

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

The broken neck was covered with charred flesh.

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

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

It's a pity that the reaction was a bit slow.

The reason for not using the grenade launcher was that the loud noise from the gun might alarm other reincarnations upstairs. The sound of the palm cannon is relatively small, and the energy output power can also be controlled artificially.

Fu Qinghai climbed up the ladder to the roof and gently turned the iron door handle.

"Squeak—"

The rusty door hinge made a noise, and the group of reincarnations who were lying on the edge of the rooftop with binoculars in their hands just turned around.

"Click…Bang!"

A black grenade drew a parabola and headed straight towards them.

"Boom!"

The grenade exploded in mid-air, creating a huge fireball and shrapnel flying out. A circle of reincarnations were knocked to the ground and screamed in agony.

Without waiting for the smoke from the explosion to dissipate, Fu Qinghai pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da…"

The muzzle of the gun swept along the edge of the rooftop. Many reincarnations activated their abilities, such as muscle strengthening and telekinetic shields. However, under the powerful force of the mass-explosive bomb, their fragile bodies were shattered one after another, and their telekinesis was unable to intercept the second-stage propulsion of the bomb. A hole as big as a bowl was pierced in the bulletproof vest, and the explosion-proof shield was torn into twisted fragments.

The bolt gun is simple, brutal and effective.

Fu Qinghai hadn't finished playing the drum yet when he suddenly felt something in his heart. The Force gave him a warning, right above his head!

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

Fu Qinghai's vision changed and just as it switched to thermal imaging view, a "swoosh" sound was heard, and a sharp metal whip "snap" wrapped around the grenade launcher in Fu Qinghai's hand.

In the thermal imaging view, there was a tall figure about two meters and five inches tall. A tremendous force came along the thin iron whip. The sharp whip blade instantly tightened, leaving white scratches on the grenade launcher. The other party wanted to pull the gun out of Fu Qinghai's hand.

Fu Qinghai clearly saw through the thermal imaging view that the other party was pulling the grenade launcher in his hand, and his shoulder was lit up with red and white high temperature reaction.

Fu Qinghai did not choose to let go of the bolter and roll to avoid it. Instead, the electronic muscle fibers in his body tensed instantly, and he grabbed the bolter with both hands and pulled it back violently.

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

Predator.

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

All armors are equal in front of plasma. The power and caliber of the Predator's plasma shoulder cannon may not be as good as the Space Marine's plasma weapon, but it is still plasma after all. Fu Qinghai's armor could not withstand it, so he did not choose to take it head-on.

Fu Qinghai released the grenade launcher in his hand that was entangled by the soft whip, and pulled out the power long sword on the weapon buckle on his waist, and the dark blue disintegration force field was activated.

The iron-blooded warrior on the opposite side shook the black "dreadlocks" on his head, stood up straight, and with a "click" sound from the metal wrist box, the end of the soft whip was cut off. Two strangely shaped and hideous curved wrist blades were connected to the wrist armor of each hand. He stepped down in a horse stance and also took a stance.

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

The blade drew an arc at a tricky angle in the air, changing from a straight cut to a slashing angle, and slashed towards the shoulder of the Iron Blood Warrior.

The Iron Warrior reacted very quickly and was not fooled by Fu Qinghai's change of moves. He raised the blade of his left wrist and blocked the blade of the power sword.

"clang!"

To the iron-blooded warrior's surprise, the moment his wrist blade touched Fu Qinghai's blade, it paused for a moment before being neatly cut off.

After the straight-bladed long sword cut off the wrist blade, the remaining force did not decrease and continued to chop.

The Iron-blooded Warrior quickly turned around and retreated, but was still cut 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 was unable to withstand the effect of the disintegration force field and was easily torn open, the flesh was cut open, and thick fluorescent green blood spurted out.

The Iron-blooded Warrior raised his head and looked at Fu Qinghai. Although he couldn't see his expression through his helmet, Fu Qinghai could imagine that he must be showing horror under his mask at the moment.

Fluorescent green blood dripped from the tip of the knife. Fu Qinghai raised the power sword and rushed forward again.

Fu Qinghai pressed forward step by step, stabbing straight, sweeping horizontally, and chopping diagonally. The iron-blooded warrior retreated repeatedly, dodging in a panic.

How can you fight a battle like this when you are not as good as your opponent in weapons and cannot use your wrist blade to block? You can only passively dodge. Fu Qinghai's offensive is continuous, not giving the opponent any chance to charge and aim his shoulder cannon. After cutting off another wrist blade, he seizes the opportunity to hit the Iron Warrior with a hanging move, piercing his throat with the tip of the blade.

This tall and strong iron-blooded warrior, who was almost as tall as Fu Qinghai, stopped. Fluorescent green blood spurted down his chest. His hands trembled as he tried to grasp the long knife stuck in his neck. He raised it halfway and then let it drop again.

Fu Qinghai pressed down with both hands and pulled out his straight-blade long sword, and the iron-blooded warrior in front of him fell back weakly.

Unexpectedly, before the Iron Blood Warrior's body fell to the ground, Fu Qinghai suddenly stepped forward, swung his knife diagonally upward, cut off the Iron Blood Warrior's right hand equipped with the wrist computer, and then kicked the severed hand far away.

The severed hand was spinning in mid-air, and before it even hit the ground...

"Boom——"

An explosion far more powerful than Fu Qinghai's grenade launcher, the shock wave blew away all the corpses and arms on the rooftop.

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

The wrist computer will self-destruct after detecting the death of the user, and will never let any technology and information of the Iron Blood Warrior Tribe fall into the hands of the enemy.

Fu Qinghai adjusted his breathing gently, bent down to pick up his grenade launcher, untied the steel whip wrapped around it, and then he had the mood to turn around and look at the edge of the rooftop to see the few reincarnations who were not yet dead.

...

(End of this chapter)