LRAB Chapter 372 The First Victim
Chapter 372 The First Victim
And above Yamcha's head.
Android 19's massive body floated silently, his mechanical skeleton faintly visible beneath his white vest, and his orange wide-legged pants remained motionless in the air.
The gaunt figures of Android 20 stood side by side, their black suits as straight as coffins, their silver beards hanging stiffly down.
Number 20 tilted his head and scrutinized Yamcha's tense back. A red line suddenly lit up in his transparent skull: "Looks like he's not Sun Wukong."
Electronic Eye No. 19 flashed blue light, and a mechanical voice as cold as iron said: "According to the data, there is an 80% probability that this person is a guy named Yamcha. Although he is not the Sun Wukong we are looking for, his powerful ki can provide us with a lot of energy."
The two fell to the ground silently, like falling leaves, landing steadily behind Yamcha without even disturbing the dust on the ground.
Yamcha cautiously searched the streets for any trace of the androids, his back already soaked with sweat.
When he turned around abruptly, his heart nearly jumped out of his throat—
Numbers 19 and 20 had silently appeared behind him, like two cold statues.
"Hey, have you seen where the two murderers ran off to?"
Yamcha instinctively took a half step back, his hand unconsciously reaching for his waist.
Number 19 pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a strange smile playing on his lips.
Number 20 crossed his arms, his eyes as cold as a poisoned blade.
The two remained silent, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.
Yamcha frowned, just about to turn and leave, when he suddenly noticed the familiar mark on the number 20 hat.
His pupils contracted sharply, his temples throbbed, and the scene Bick had described three years ago flashed through his mind.
Just then, Number 20 suddenly spoke up: "That's right, it's us!"
These words struck like a bolt from the blue.
Yamcha's hair stood on end. He pushed off the ground with both feet and leaped to the side, landing with a scream: "Help! They're here!"
He assumed a fighting stance, his eyes fixed on the two men, his breathing becoming rapid and heavy.
Although he was unsure of the opponent's strength, the warning from Future Soldier Trunks made him dare not be careless in the slightest.
Number 20 calmly extended his left hand, revealing a dark hole in his palm.
Yamcha had barely shown a look of astonishment when the other party lunged forward like a ghost, one hand tightly covering his mouth, the round opening in the palm beginning to frantically absorb his energy.
Yamcha was lifted high, struggling desperately with all his might, his mind filled with only one thought: "I have to let others know that these guys can absorb Qi!"
Just then, a piercing pain shot through my chest.
Looking down, he saw that Number 20's right hand had somehow transformed into a sharp blade, piercing straight through his chest.
"Drip drip!"
A piercing horn blared in the distance, and a tanker truck sped toward the two combatants.
But No. 20 seemed not to hear it.
The tanker truck made an emergency swerve and crashed into the wall.
"Boom!"
Amidst the deafening explosion and towering flames, Yamcha's consciousness gradually faded...
Yamcha's arm hung limply at his sides, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Fresh blood dripped from his fingertips, spreading into dark red blood flowers on the ground.
Excessive blood loss caused his pupils to gradually dilate, his strength to rapidly deplete like water from a burst dam, and his internal energy to nearly run out.
Number 20 slowly and deliberately pulled his bloodied hand from Yamcha's chest.
Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain, the warm drops landing on the shiny size 20 leather shoes.
The warriors searching for the androids in the distance suddenly sensed a familiar, powerful aura dissipating.
Tien Shinhan suddenly turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on the direction where the aura had disappeared.
Klin clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.
Sun Wukong's muscles were taut, and his veins bulged.
Everyone rushed toward where Yamcha was, their figures streaking across the sky like arrows and landing in the blink of an eye.
When Sun Wukong saw Yamcha lying limp in a pool of blood, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, his teeth clenched so hard they made a "crunching" sound, and his chest heaved violently.
He suppressed his anger and grief, turned to Krillin beside him and said urgently, "Krillin! I left the Senzu Beans where we met up. Go get them right now, Yamcha is still breathing!"
Tien Shinhan frowned, his fists clenched, his eyes filled with disbelief and anger.
Klin nodded emphatically, his voice trembling: "Okay!"
After saying that, Krillin walked towards Yamcha.
Krillin's throat bobbed as he suppressed the surging anger in his chest, and he crouched down to place Yamcha's limp arm on his shoulder.
His palm touched the sticky, warm blood on Yamcha's back, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a "crunching" sound.
Seeing Yamcha's pale face, blood-stained lips, and hideous wound on his chest, Krillin suddenly looked up, his gaze like a poisoned arrow shooting towards Number 20.
Sun Wukong waved his arms anxiously, his voice trembling, "Krillin, I'm begging you!"
Krillin nodded emphatically, wrapped his arms around Yamcha's waist, and pushed off the ground with force. The two of them transformed into two afterimages and flew swiftly towards the direction where the Senzu Beans were stored.
Tien Shinhan's pupils contracted slightly, his gaze locking onto the two people in front of him like a hawk's, and he said in a deep voice, "You are androids."
Number 20's lips curled into a sinister smile: "That's right. It's strange, how did you know we were androids? And you seem to know we would appear here, why? Answer me."
Piccolo crossed his arms, a chilling aura emanating from him, and let out a sneer: "Hmph, if you want to know why, we'll talk about it after we've fought."
"Alright."
Before Number 20 could finish speaking, he had already taken half a step, the soles of his shoes scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.
"Boom!"
Just then, the tanker truck behind us suddenly roared with a deafening explosion, and flames and a shockwave swept over us.
Sun Wukong dodged the flying debris with lightning speed, his arms outstretched in a fighting stance, his eyes warily fixed on Number 20: "Wait! Fighting here will affect the other ordinary people. Let's go fight somewhere else!"
Number 20 stopped and glanced at the crowd: "It's good that you don't want to affect ordinary people."
Upon hearing what Number 20 said, Sun Wukong's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
But before he could finish speaking, Number 20 suddenly curled the corners of his mouth and said, "But there's no need to leave on purpose."
"What?!" Sun Wukong's pupils shrank suddenly.
In an instant, Number 20's eyes glowed crimson, and two scorching laser beams shot out like lightning!
Sun Wukong instinctively rolled to the side, the laser grazing his clothes and blasting a charred hole in a distant high-rise building.
Number 20 mechanically rotated its neck, and its eyes emitted bursts of intense laser light.
The sounds of air being cut through the air rose and fell in succession.
The street was instantly engulfed in flames, glass curtain walls shattered into pieces, and the terrified screams of pedestrians mingled with the roar of collapsing buildings.
"Stop right now!" Sun Wukong's eyes were bloodshot, and his body surged with energy as he shot towards Number 20 like an arrow.
His powerful punch, imbued with the force of thunder, landed squarely on the opponent's temple.
Number 20's head suddenly tilted to one side, his top hat spun and fell, revealing a transparent energy shield on his head. Inside, flesh and mechanical circuits pulsated and intertwined, revealing a living human brain!
Tianjin Fan's clenched fists were trembling.
Bick's forehead veins bulged.
As the three gazed at the raging inferno and the figures struggling amidst the ruins, an overwhelming sense of grief, anger, and murderous intent welled up within them.