20demayo Chapter 371 and No. 20
Chapter 371 and No. 20
Soon, Klin turned around and saw the young man lying on the ground behind him.
He strode forward, bent down slightly, placed his hands on his knees, stared intently at the young man, and asked in a slightly urgent tone, "Hey, have you seen anything strange?"
The young man's body trembled uncontrollably, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips quivered as he stammered, "I...I saw it..."
Klin's eyes lit up instantly, a look of surprise spreading across his face. He took a step forward, his voice unconsciously rising a few decibels: "Huh? Where is it?"
The young man stretched out a hand, his fingers trembling like leaves in the wind. He pointed at Klin, his voice trembling with tears, and said, "It...it's you!"
Upon hearing this, Klin froze instantly, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes wide, his expression frozen, and a sense of utter speechlessness washing over him.
The warriors continued their relentless search for traces of the androids.
The metal railings by the bridge were still trembling, and the argument between the two young people was torn apart by the salty sea breeze.
The tall young man pointed at the sea, his knuckles turning white from the force: "That plane's tail was on fire, it's definitely not an ordinary accident!"
His companion shook his head repeatedly, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously: "Don't overthink it, maybe it's..."
The words came to an abrupt halt.
The sound of gravel being crushed on the rubber soles of shoes grew louder as it approached, like the footsteps of death.
As the two figures emerged from behind the abandoned container, the sunlight cast their shadows long and dark, as if dragging the entire world into a dark abyss.
That's right, the people who came were Android 19 and Android 20.
Android 19's massive body was wrapped in a tight white vest. With each step, his short legs under his orange wide-legged trousers creaked under the strain. The red ribbon Legion insignia on his pointed cap swayed, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic sheen.
His pale blue electronic pupils were devoid of emotion, like two pools of frozen, stagnant water.
In contrast, Android 20 is more like a ghost that stepped out of an old oil painting.
A sharp black suit clung to his emaciated body, and beneath his pale, loose skin, the silver mechanical veins were faintly visible.
His long white beard moved without wind, each hair like a poisoned silver needle, and the red lines inside his transparent skull under the brim of his hat surged like boiling blood.
In the palms of both of them, dark red energy absorbers were emitting an eerie glow.
The absorber of number 19 is lens-shaped, with eerie red light flowing between the serrated metal patterns, like a giant mouth that could devour life at any moment.
Number 20 is a sophisticated circular device, with diamond-shaped metal plates shimmering in the sunlight, resembling a dormant giant mechanical eye.
Did you see a plane crash into the sea just now?
The tall young man mustered his courage to speak, but his voice trembled involuntarily.
The blue light in No. 19's eyes suddenly surged, and the electronic nerves throbbed wildly under the skin.
He mechanically smirked, and before the young man could react, his bulky body slammed into him like a cannonball.
With a muffled thud, the young man's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, leaving a long trail of blood on the bridge.
Another young man's legs went weak, and he tried to escape but found that his feet were already nailed to the spot by fear.
"Bang!" Another loud noise.
Number 19's giant fist, covered in energy absorbers, slammed heavily into the young man's face, the cracking sound of bones breaking mixed with a scream.
The young man's back slammed through the wall next to the bridge, creating a huge human-shaped gash in the concrete before he crashed heavily onto the gravel beach.
"Drip! Drip! Drip!"
A piercing car horn suddenly blared.
Number 20 was already standing in the middle of the road at some point, the asphalt beneath his black leather shoes cracked like a spiderweb by the mechanical joints.
The driver stuck his head out and roared, "Hey, are you trying to get yourself killed? Get out of the way!"
Before he could finish speaking, Number 20's hand pierced through the hood like a sharp blade. With a shrill whistling sound of metal tearing apart, the fuel tank was easily pulled out, and pungent gasoline dripped down the absorber lines in his palm.
The driver was terrified and frantically turned the key, but the dashboard went out in a cloud of smoke.
When number 20's withered, branch-like fingers gripped his neck, the girl on the roadside finally let out a heart-wrenching scream.
The driver's struggles grew weaker and weaker, his full cheeks visibly sunken, until he finally collapsed into a bluish-gray skeleton.
A piercing scream tore through the scorching midday air.
Yamcha instantly tensed all his muscles, and his hands, which were originally in his pockets, quietly clenched.
He turned sharply toward the direction from which the sound came, his bronze face grave: "Someone is calling for help there!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure shot out like an arrow, his shoes slamming heavily on the ground, kicking up clouds of dust, startling passersby who scrambled to avoid him.
Number 20 tossed the driver's body aside casually, his wrinkles twitching slightly with the movement, his expression cold and indifferent: "There's an extremely high energy source approaching from over there. Is our detector malfunctioning? Has it broken down?"
Number 19 was a burly man, wearing a white vest and orange wide-legged pants. He looked like an ordinary strongman. At this moment, he slowly turned his head and said with a cold look in his eyes: "There is no malfunction. I have also detected it."
Number 20 frowned slightly, his white beard swaying gently: "But the intensity of this energy far exceeds the limits of humanity."
A hint of excitement flashed in Number 19's eyes, and his tone was filled with anticipation: "Doesn't this just prove that we came to the right place? The person who has come should be Sun Wukong, right?"
After saying that, he moved his shoulders, making a slight cracking sound.
Yamcha came to a screeching halt at the charred accident scene, its shoes scraping against the asphalt.
The two twisted corpses in front of me were still oozing warm blood, and not far away, the hood of a car that was smoking was twisted and deformed, and fuel was gushing out of the fuel tank.
"Damn it! Who on earth did this?!"
Yamcha's fist, veins bulging, slammed into the car body, sending rust and dust fluttering down.
Suddenly, a piece of clothing twitched behind a mailbox by the roadside, and a young man peeked out, revealing half of his pale face.
Yamcha rushed forward, his voice like a hammer blow: "Hey! Have you seen the murderer?"
Like cats whose tails have been stepped on, the young people screamed and stumbled away, leaving only the sound of their panicked footsteps echoing in the empty streets.
"Damn it!" Yamcha kicked the car body and was about to give chase when he caught a glimpse of two terrified faces peeking out from behind the wall.
He whirled around, his gaze sharp as a hawk's: "You! What does the murderer look like?!"
The two young men's teeth chattered, cold sweat trickling down their necks and into their collars: "They...they were two strange people...they just...just disappeared..."
Yamcha clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the floor: "Disappeared into thin air? We don't even know what they looked like or where they went. What good would calling someone else do..."