Chapter 945: 718: Come and See Your Bro's Artillery Battle Technique

Chapter 945: Chapter 718: Come and See Your Bro’s Artillery Battle Technique

When the sound came, it was so loud that even Diamond Quico turned to look.

In the distance, dust billowed.

A massive engine roared with a rumbling sound.

This kind of surging momentum, the atmosphere of an impending storm, made Quico’s face solemn.

Two streams of orange light shone from the dust, then an ultra-wide and imposing motorcycle head appeared, accompanied by…

“Ahhhhh! Damn, I’m gonna die, this is a motorcycle, not a floating car. Can you drive slower without a seatbelt?”

“Damn it~~~ Aww, I miss my mom~~”

The wailing howls, like a pig being slaughtered, brought an extreme expression of excitement to Mu Fan’s face.

Meanwhile, the Monitoring Department of Dingchuan Academy fell into dead silence.

In Zhongjing City’s Surveillance Bureau, it was also quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

“What the hell is this?”

An official at the City Surveillance Bureau couldn’t help but curse.

The staff looked at each other, with no one able to answer.

Everyone held their breath, focused on the motorcycle about to burst out of the smoke. Who could it be!

Revealing a striking orange windproof goggle, a head of white hair proudly blowing, an all-black tight leather outfit with puzzling punk-metal decorations.

An exaggerated large gold chain paired with a cross pendant, dozens of rows of golden studs all over the body, with a bullet belt slung from the right shoulder to the waist.

The left hand held a blue and white pulse rifle, raised high.

The slightly distorted air at the muzzle indicated that this was a rifle that had just been fired.

At this moment, this motorcycle knight was entirely a doomsday-style heavy metal rock singer.

As for the ball behind him…

Oh no, the man so fat he’s like a ball, was actually wrapped tightly in a dark green full-body combat uniform. If you don’t look carefully, you’d think he’s a humanoid wintermelon.

Because this fatty also wore a dark green helmet, with the visor open, the whole person looked even rounder. At least one thing is clear… the smoke on the street very smoothly dispersed along both sides of this fat wintermelon.

Moreover, outrageously cool, this fatty was holding a dark, high-quality rocket launcher.

The dark, light-absorbing coating, and precise laser sight, as well as the rocket launcher’s enclosing armor, all exhibiting a level of excellence that surpasses that of the RPG used by the previous assassin.

Perhaps due to the motorcycle’s speed, quite a bit of smoke got into the fatty’s mouth and eyes, and he couldn’t let go of the rocket launcher, so he could only cry and wail.

Lonsisman Battle Axe Motorcycle, with its extremely sci-fi S-shaped side lights and tires half a meter wide, made this vehicle exceptionally eye-catching.

Under the orange goggles, the man driving the motorcycle had a smile at the corner of his mouth, looking at the two people in the distance. He casually discarded the rifle with his left hand and placed his right thumb and index finger into his mouth.

A sharp whistle sounded.

Followed by an utterly arrogant laugh:

“Hahahaha, this is the life of a knight! You over there, human diamond, it’s such a waste not to sell such a big raw gem. If you die, keeping that shape would be great, it would ease my conscience a bit during processing.”

It’s such a waste not to sell it…

Hearing this, the fatty at the back turned beet red.

And Mu Fan noticed the blood diamond on Quico’s body growing even more intense in color.

“No one insults Quico and lives to tell the tale!”

The Diamond Man looked at a nearby erected warning stone, speaking with a harsh tone, suddenly charging and kicking it heavily.

The stone broke with a sound, sending a strong gust directly towards the bike emanating a strange aura.

The massive armored motorcycle made a serpentine tail skid, sparking past the stone.

The white-haired punk painfully looked at the scratched paint on the bike, yelling in a rant:

“Damn, not friendly at all, fatty get the cannon ready!”

“Can you stop calling me fatty, isn’t Harry good enough?”

While complaining, the reluctant fatty grudgingly handed over the rocket launcher he held.

“Why are you two here, hurry and run! This guy’s completely indestructible!” Mu Fan shouted from behind, full of frustration, having lured the enemy to the destination. At this point, White Hair and the fatty, these two long-absent friends, unexpectedly showed up.

This directly turned Mu Fan’s ambush plan into nothing, and he now had to try to stop Quico from attacking Harry and the others.

Now Mu Fan understood what it truly meant to be deeply pained—when someone comes to save you, but you end up needing to save them back.

The peculiar and charming smile on White Hair’s face obscured by windproof goggles, so Mu Fan couldn’t see those wildly impudent eyes, but he clearly heard White Hair’s bold declaration: “This guy’s a diamond body now, if we can’t break him, can you?”

“Don’t worry, bro’s prepared this time.”

After saying this, White Hair grabbed the rocket launcher on his shoulder with his right hand and stood up from the Battle Axe Motorcycle.

This action almost scared the fatty behind him into jumping out, then holding onto the motorcycle seat, crying his eyes out.

White Hair ignored him, allowing the high-speed motorcycle to sway beneath him, lifting the rocket launcher in a standing position towards Quico.

He cursed loudly: “Last time, I almost got taken down by that fatty, gotta settle the score this time! Right, Fatty?”

“What?”

The fatty saw White Hair holding the rocket launcher with both hands above and turning back to talk to him, scaring the wits out of him.

Crying and shouting: “Yes, yes, yes, hurry up, can you? Brother, I beg you.”

The sight of snot and tears made even White Hair feel soft-hearted.

“Alright, I’m on it right away, getting dizzy just sitting on a motorcycle, sigh…”

Saying this, White Hair jumped up and, surprisingly, stood with both feet together on the motorcycle, the strong wind rustling his leather outfit.

The fatty’s eyes started to turn white seeing this.

After speaking, White Hair didn’t forget to turn his body and shout to Mu Fan over there: “Bro, can’t always be dragging behind, check out my newly developed Artillery Battle Technique.”

“Stop bragging, just do it already, I want off the bike!” the fatty howled.

“Alright, alright, I’ll do it, but don’t rush me all the time, geez, always just do do do, can’t we be civilized for once?”

Mumbling after that, seeing Quico turning into a diamond giant beast charging at him, a trace of wicked confidence twinkled in White Hair’s eyes, he lunged forward and jumped into the air.

Seeing this, the fatty clung to a now 200-kilometer-per-hour autonomous motorcycle and wailed with a tremor in his voice: “Holy…”

Just like that…

Fainted.

Meanwhile, White Hair had leapt into midair.

With an incredibly smooth stance, he braced the rocket launcher, looking at the charging Quico, a cold smile arched his mouth.

“Goodbye, idiot.”

Upon hearing this, Quico’s eye twitched, but he didn’t become enraged and lose control, instead planting his feet and becoming a blur, initiating erratic directional changes!

The same maneuver used when dodging cannon strikes earlier!

Seeing this scene, Instructor Bach of Dingchuan’s Monitoring Department shouted angrily: “Nonsense! Where’s Instructor Tsunayoshi, hurry and save…”

But the scene unfolding in the frame left him unspeaking the last word, his face turning quite colorful.

If Instructor Bach’s expression were translated into words, it was—

Is this for real?