Good guy.

This is almost like saying that Lao Jiang is a drag!

Such blunt statement made Shan Qiuming, who was standing beside him, laughing, and Ruyue and Gu Miao behind Lao Jiang also showed embarrassing expressions.

But Lao Jiang himself was not embarrassed.

He spitted a mouthful of smoke rings and said:

"I, the elder of the outer sect of Moshuang Mountain, is suppressing the earth veins and cannot walk away, but breaking the formation is already a field that Moshuang Mountain is good at, so you don't have to wait too long to enforce the law.

There are special methods for breaking the array below to ensure that the law enforcement can be free from interference and enter the mountain smoothly.

At most a hundred breaths, there will be a result.”

"Jiang Xia!"

Sanquezi's divine thought sounded in Lao Jiang's ears at this moment, and he said:

"It took Lao Wang a half hour to crack two formations at dawn. How dare you boast about such a whim? This is not the time to force yourself."

"Don't worry, don't lose our Fengming monk's men in front of the Immortal Alliance."

Lao Jiang also answered with his divine thoughts:

"It's good to see if I perform."

As he spoke, he winked at the fourth brother behind him.

The latter hurriedly took Su into another tent. A few seconds later, a message was sent from Huaidong Prefecture to Fengshan through a portable signal base station.

"Marl, the target has been preset."

"The three-dimensional coordinate transmission is completed, and the 'Tommahawk' immediately enters the launch program!"

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"Marl received! The command confirms!"

The valley of Fengshan Market is not far away, in a mountain facility.

Jasmine, sitting on the command chair, immediately put down the candied haws in her hand and quickly entered a series of instructions to the large man in front of her.

In the valley outside this facility.

A six-wheeled launch vehicle that has entered pre-launch mode receives the command.

The black shell flips outward, and then a cigar-shaped silver-gray missile with a height of 7 meters, nearly one meter in diameter, and four navigation wings at the end were fixed on the launcher and slowly pushed out obliquely.

It's like an arrow stabbing into the sky.

Its appearance is very old.

Its prototype is a military work of Wasteland World in the last century, known as the BGM-109, also known as the "Tomahawk" cruise missile.

Like other weapons, this old antique-level missile technology is seriously outdated and has been upgraded by the wasteland magic technology.

Cruise speed of Mach 5.

Make it twice as fast as the original.

The charge of 1,000 kilograms was replaced with a warhead with higher explosion efficiency.

Make it explode at least four times more powerful.

Its cumbersome launch and enemy search procedures have also been simplified. Now, relying on the brain chip fire control system to guide and lock the final target in the preset battlefield.

This thing can also be equipped with nuclear warheads.

Unfortunately, when Roger and his team escaped from Free Citizen City, the city's arsenal was locked in advance by Emma's Immortal Society, and they could not get a few small nuclear warheads.

If the Tomahawk missiles that do not carry nuclear warheads are used to attack places as heavily defended as Moshuang Mountain, they will probably not even be able to break through the first mountain protection formation.

But using it to bombard a small cloud fire cave is very suitable.

Some are even overpowering.

"hey-hey."

Sitting in the command chair, Jasmine, whose fingers were dancing, biting the sour and sweet candied haws. She squeezed her eyes, and her face with little freckles was full of anticipation and eagerness.

After all, for a while, she has been maintaining and managing these three tomahawk missiles that have been brought with her. She has been in Kumu Realm for a long time, so she has been wanting to know.

Is it the old battle axe modified by Wasteland Magic?

Or are the arrogant, messy, and fancy monks even more powerful?

Unfortunately, in Moshuang Mountain, when the boss seduced the bad monk Song Fan to take the bait, he almost got the answer, but was temporarily stopped.

Jasmine was very disappointed at that time.

But now, she can finally openly explore this issue that she has always been interested in.

"I don't think our old battleaxe will lose."

Jasmine squeezed her eyes and stared at the foot of the Yunhuo Cave Mountain projected on the optical projection. She stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, and flexibly entered the last line of unlocking commands with her flexible fingers.

The moment the Enter key was typed, the green data stream in front of him began to flood the screen. Jasmine left the keyboard with her hands and leaned comfortably on the chair.

The wasteland girl bit the candied haws in her hand, and a hint of revenge flashed in her brown eyes.

Although she had never had a dime relationship with Yunhuo Taoist.

But there are some things that need no words.

She can empathize with the poor suffering sisters.

"I have no reason to vent my animal desires on the perverts of innocent women, and I wantonly regard my evil deeds as a despicable sadist of the sadism of the tragic male power...

You think no one can punish you.

Right?

Unfortunately, I empathize with those sufferings. No matter in the world, the men who punch women are all rubbish.

So, now.

Welcome the severe punishment from Miss Jasmine, Bichi!
Chapter completed!