Lop-eared Guard ( Official Translation)

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Lop-Eared Guard – 85

4th May 2023

Edited and Proofread by: cream

Yan Yi lifted his eyelids, his listless eyes empty and dim. The machine gun barrel and cartridge belt he was dragging rotated at high speed, and the hurtling cartridge case scalded a red mark on his fine fair arms revealed from his rolled up cuffs. 

The energy stored in the A3 gland was sufficient for the operation of an entire city through equal substitution. He could already no longer sense fatigue and pain, like a walking corpse devouring all living beings close to him.

The PBB Huaining Division system automatically determined Yan Yi as destructive and extremely dangerous to approach. The security forces rushed out, with densely numerous teams constantly pouring out of the base, intensifying the power of the gun fire concentrated on Yan Yi.

A stray bullet suddenly struck Yan Yi’s shoulder from behind, splattering blood and causing him to stagger forward two steps.

He threw the Gatlin gun which had run out of ammunition and rolled over towards the bodies, lifting up one of them to block the incoming barrage of bullets. He then removed an armed belt from the body, throwing it around his waist and fastening it.

Yan Yi bit a pistol in his mouth and darted away, changing the magazine for the other with his right hand. His left hand reached behind and forcefully gouged out the bullet buried in his body.

The heavy machine gun shell exploded directly at Yan Yi before he flipped over in the air behind. His left hand caught the incoming bullets, sandwiching four of them between his fingers, then returning them back piece by piece with the hand stained with his own blood.

A row of heavy machine gunmen were shot in the throat and fell from a high platform.

More than ten red laser aiming points began to swim around Yan Yi’s body, who was holding an M500 in each hand. He moved to meet the snipers at the commanding heights and leaped up the 80 metre high cooling tower several times in a blink of an eye, firing his revolver bullets without missing and targeting the snipers’ eyes.

No sniper can be compared to Jin ge. The way they aimed made Yan Yi irritable and unbearable.

In the past, he was fearless on the battlefield, and no matter where he was, he would not leave Lu Shangjin’s range of vision. His alpha would always protect him with each sniper bullet from places out of sight.

Now he was still fearless, only a little lonely.

The underground gate opened at the base, and sixteen tanks simultaneously drove up onto the ground at the same time, locking in Yan Yi in the center of the battlefield.

The sound of the rattling tracks hitting the ground caught Yan Yi’s ears and more than a dozen shells attacked. Yan Yi’s figure appeared indistinctively amidst hundreds and thousands of PBB soldiers. The shells traced to where Yan Yi landed but he suddenly disappeared. In an instant, he appeared a hundred meters away. The explosive wave that fell to the ground overturned dozens of people around it and a small mushroom cloud rose up into the sky from the deep pit.

Yan Yi’s back was burning from the hot air and a layer of blisters rose to the surface of his skin. He knelt on the ground and bowed his back to endure the intense pain of the burn. The gun in his hand shot out the last bullets before he struggled to crawl towards the charred body on the ground, his bloodstained hand stripping two Japanese blades from it.

Sixteen tanks and ten thousand security forces rolled over towards Yan Yi.

Yan Yi used the long swords to support himself as he struggled to sit up, his bloodstained shirt torn into pieces, loosely baring his thin and fair shoulders.