Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 519 - 285: Gaining the Ability to Fly, Situation is Grim_2

Chapter 519: Chapter 285: Gaining the Ability to Fly, Situation is Grim_2

He couldn’t stop being human, but he couldn’t let others immediately tell he wasn’t human.

For safety, Brian immersed his consciousness in the second Bone Wings talent.

The next moment.

A three-dimensional projection of a "naked Brian" suddenly appeared in his mind.

He saw the "naked Brian" in his mind twitching the muscles on his back. Slightly below the shoulder blades, the skin ripped open, forming two slender slits, and something like thin, black membranes began to ooze out continuously from the opening, eventually transforming into two hanging cloths of black at his back.

Each piece of black cloth was about three to four meters in length, almost enough to wrap around his body.

However, when they extended to their limit, fine patterns began to emerge on the dark surface, and the edges started to harden, supporting the black membrane while continually hardening, forming two enormous Bone Wings.

On the tips of the Bone Wings, one could see two hook-like sharp structures.

Besides, on the edges of the Bone Wings, there were densely packed fine jagged structures, seeming capable of controlling wing attacks, and within those eerie patterns, tiny pores were hidden.

"It seems that if I choose this one, the structure is very different from the previous Bat Man’s. It just takes a bit longer to grow, about ten seconds or so to complete the transformation, and it will damage the clothes..."

But it was cool!

Brian didn’t hesitate and chose Gift Three.

The next moment.

He felt an itching and swelling below his shoulder blades, and his flesh began to subtly change.

In places that Brian couldn’t perceive, the structure of his gene lock also started to change entirely, becoming more complex and twisted...

...

"This is... the wind..."

Almost at the instant his body finished transforming, Brian’s skin perception immediately became much sharper, allowing him to even feel the subtle movements of airflow within a radius of several meters around him.

Actually, his Supercomputer Perception could also sense these changes, but it was more data-oriented perception.

Now, however, it was genuine bodily perception.

Besides.

He could also feel the flesh on his back distinctly different from surrounding areas, packed with nerves and blood vessels; it seemed that with just a thought, he could burst forth from the flesh, forming wings under his control.

This feeling was instinctual.

Brian clearly knew he could grow Bone Wings at least twenty centimeters long, releasing a large amount of gas to accelerate his body, or he could transform the Bone Wings into about four meters in length per side, becoming a human-sized small plane, taking off directly from the ground.

It was magical...

It was a pity the environment wasn’t suitable; otherwise, Brian would have liked to try flying.

Flight!

Seeing birds fly freely in the sky, who wouldn’t envy them?

That’s why humans had invented things like kites and airplanes.

In the world of novels from Brian’s previous life, cultivation stories about "flying swords" and cultivators flying with swords were also very popular and enduring.

But relying on tools, where was that comparable to flying freely by oneself?

...

Weng~

The dense sound of vibrating air and changing airflow interrupted Brian’s thoughts.

He looked to the east.

In the pitch-black night sky, a dense group of black drones was flying towards him.

These drones were uniquely constructed, entirely black, each about a meter long with four freely rotating propellers facing downward at the corners, and at the bottom, you could see Gatling-style rotary barrels and cumbersome ammunition boxes.

What was key is that they were very fast, although not as fast as shuttle crafts, their speed was unquestionably fast.

Under Brian’s dual-eyed Supercomputer Perception calculation, these drones were moving at a speed of ninety kilometers per hour, approximately flying twenty meters in a second, paired with a bulky body, their technological content was not low.

It was just unknown how long these unmanned combat drones could last.

This was obviously the first wave of assault from the FBI’s underground base.

Brian picked up the Small Tachi from the ground, took a deep breath, and without waiting for those drones to come closer, he exerted force under his feet, turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the rapidly approaching drones from the east.

...

In the distance.

Several figures wrapped in metal helmets, a scene quite like something out of science fiction, suddenly changed their expressions: "Such rapid speed, according to calculations, the target’s speed has reached thirty-eight meters per second, and this speed is still increasing..."

"Don’t panic, activate Gaia assistance, initiate the locking program, execute Combat Plan Three, open fire!"

The leader gave an order.

Drones flying toward Brian split into more than a dozen, their speed slowed, and their bodies simultaneously flickered with colorful lights.

A bad feeling surged in Brian’s heart.

The next moment.

Dada~

Countless hex-barreled cannons rotated, transforming into a precise torrent of bullets from all directions, covering Brian’s front.

Too accurate!

Brian’s speed definitely exceeded the limit of what human dynamic vision could capture.

Yet these drones were able to predict his speed to launch their attack.

Brian’s feet suddenly expanded, carrying even more ferocious power, propelling his body to accelerate again, barely avoiding the bullet torrent.

Behind him, the hard mountainous ground burst into dust clouds, in utter mess, pitted by numerous bullets, fragile as tofu.

"Damn, target speed rapidly increasing, needs relocking!"

"Fifty meters per second, sixty meters per second, eighty meters per second, FK, target’s speed now exceeds three hundred kilometers per hour, unable to lock, unable to lock!"

"Captain, the target is too strong! We must let Gaia consciousness take over the fight!"

Individuals with metal helmets, like human-shaped computers, used hundreds of drones to lock down all information on Brian, urgently reporting back.

Before the group’s leader could react.

Brian, who had already approached the drone swarm, leaped up, the blade light like a silver wheel, instantly covering a hundred meters, appearing beside three drones, slashing along a virtual line he saw. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

The blade split into three.

Boom~

The three unmanned combat aircraft instantly exploded.

Within the flames, the blade wind like force, turned into three fiery wind blades charging at the remaining unmanned combat aircraft, obstructing their cameras, losing sight of Brian.

"He’s vanished!"

"The target has disappeared!"

The expression of the metal helmeted group’s leader drastically changed: "The target’s strength surpasses our limits of engagement, abandon capturing alive, let other squads intervene, activate Gaia consciousness takeover."

The next moment.

These ten or so individuals, without a noise, crashed to the ground, only their metal sci-fi helmet-clad heads emitting a faint red glow, showing they had entered overload mode.

Almost simultaneously.

From the other side, three squads coming in to surround also received the message.

The leaders of the three squads were stunned at the same moment.

The Supercomputer Team was almost the strongest single combat group at the base.

With those drones and sufficient supplies, each individual member of the Super Brain Team was like an independent combat squad, capable of controlling bombing, rapid-fire, sniper, and other various types of special combat drones, almost overwhelming human armies.

Such a powerful squad had encountered a crisis upon contact?

Without much thought, they could only hasten their pace to the scene.

..

On this side, Brian also encountered trouble.

He slashed three explosive-laden combat drones with one strike, intending to use the blast as cover to speed through the drone combat swarm, but the drones overhead paused for less than a second, as if they evolved, disregarding the explosion interference, directly turning their gun barrels and locking onto him, who by then had already dashed hundreds of meters away, firing again.

This time was even more exaggerated.

Not only were there high-firing machine guns but also an exaggerated rate of fire sniper special bullets and ultra-small special missiles.

Amidst various explosions.

He had no space to dodge at all, could only forcibly follow countless ’virtual lines’ seen in his eyes, waving countless afterimages, dodging powerful mini-missiles and sniper bullets while forcibly slashing at those machine gun bullets.

Not even three seconds.

The exaggerated impact of bullets made his hands numb, the force of the explosions made his body unstable.

The pressure these drones imposed on him was simply greater than the pressure he faced when previously encircled by thousands of troops in Japan.

That wasn’t all.

Brian perceived in his ability, several squads were rapidly approaching from behind.

Things didn’t look good!