Monster Factory

Wu Weiling's Apricot eyes widened brightly, and her voice brought the meaning of entreaty had implored: "Ye Qing, they underestimated you for the first time, and they wouldn't do it a second time. They must have a car parked downstairs that is waiting for you to come back. You should find the back door and leave quickly. Don't take me. I'm a burden."

"You were saved by Lao Tzu, how can you lose confidence in it?" Ye Qing said involuntarily, pulling out the needle from Wu Weiling's hand.

"Endure the pain." After lifting the quilt, he changed Wu Weiling's clothes by putting a medical gown on her gently picked it up, and put it on the wheelchair in the corner.

"Look out of the window."

The Master Metal Expert dashed to the window and opened the corner of the curtain to look outside: "Our car is still there."

The sun hadn't yet set, and the scenery outside the window was unobstructed.

"The car is here."

"Installing a locator on the car is the most basic means of detection. Since they can find out where we are, they will also know what car we are in." Wu Weiling covered the wound, reluctantly said: "Your car must have a locator."

After thinking for three seconds Ye Qing said: "The mini GPS locator is only as big as peanuts, and the car can't be ordered. I don't have time to install the locator."

Then he picked up the silencer on the ground, and with the pistol, he walked to the microwave oven standard in the VIP ward and unplugs the power and unloads the magazine, directly used the gun as a hammer and smash open the plastic shell of the microwave oven. A fist-sized magnetron and transformer were pulled from the base by Ye Qing, and a long power cord used to connect the monitoring equipment in front of the hospital bed was also unplugged by Ye Qing, and the plug head was ripped off.

Wu Weiling and Reso, the black guy, looked at Ye Qing in confusion. At this critical juncture, the two really couldn't figure out what Ye Qing did with the microwave oven?

"Jin Liuhai, open the road ahead."

Ye Qing re-installed the silencer pistol magazine and tucked it in the back then pushed Wu Weiling and walked quickly out of the door. Reso brother tremblingly followed them.

At this point, many patients and doctors in the hospital were swaying and when they saw Ye Qing and his party, they were too unsurprised. After leaving the hall filled with security patrols holding guns, the Master Metal Expert pulled out the Glock who was around his waist and walked in the direction of Mercedes-Benz G 65 with one hand across his chest.

Suddenly seeing the Master Metal Expert holding the gun, all the pedestrians on the road ran away with a strange cry. The posture of the Master Metal Expert holding the gun was very non-standard and unscientific. Judging from Wu Weiling's eyes, he was naturally a complete outsider.

But what happened just outside the gate showed what kind of fighting skills this man named Jin Liuhai possessed. A very skillful person couldn't act like him when he encountered a weapon in the hand of a man with which he was unfamiliar with the proud expression of the world.

Maybe he was from Special Forces?

Wu Weiling didn't think it was that the soldiers trained by the Special Forces were not in this style. She temporarily classified Jin Liuhai as a master of folk martial arts and a firearms enthusiast.

A car that didn't turn off stopped not far from the Mercedes Benz G 65. Wu Weiling endured dizziness and pain, trying hard to observe the surrounding environment when she locked her gaze on the car and wanted to remind.

The Master Metal Expert took the lead, "Bang Bang~", his wrist flicked, and two shots shot past. The windshield instantly exploded in two snowflakes, and a splash of blood spilled on the broken glass from inside. Then the nearby crowd screamed and rushed into the building.

Before getting on the car, Ye Qing asked the Master Metal Expert to take a look at the car bottom: "Check if there is any obvious abnormality under the car."

It doesn't matter if a miniature positioner was installed. If someone installed a remote control bomb, it will make the scalp numb. But if it was a bomb, it should be large enough.

The chassis of the Mercedes-Benz G 65 was also high enough, and the metal expert quickly got into the cab after a glance.

Holding Wu Weiling into the car, the Mercedes-Benz G 65 dodged several panic-stricken pedestrians and several security guards who took out their guns and pushed out against the crowd. They swore to kill them with curse words.

Suddenly "bang ~" the door broke and the automatic lifting lever at the door flew away.

"Reso, show me the way to where there is a tunnel."

"No... sir, we don't have a tunnel here." Reso was about to cry, knowing he would not earn dollars.

"So, point to a place where the road is blocked by a bridge or a warehouse... It's useless. The locator can mark our route. They will definitely follow the route to find the place where the signal disappeared."

"I have my own way."

The car stopped under an overpass, and two monsters got out of the car to guard it. Ye Qing opened the hood and quickly put the power cord on the battery. Holding the assault rifle with the returned bullets in one hand leaned the magnetic generator tied to it completely.

In the car, Wu Weiling's bandaged lower abdomen, bleeding out again. Ye Qing took out a pair of scissors from the storage box and quickly cut off the long insulation cord of the power cord and the two-component threads removed from the microwave oven.

Magnetron, transformer.

He connected them in series and uses a windproof silk scarf to wrap this extremely simple DIY electromagnetic generator on the engineering plastic butt of the assault rifle.

"What are you doing?" Wu Weiling was puzzled: "Don't you think?.."

"Cracking~"

As soon as the fist-large generator approached the bottom of the car, an electric spark exploded from the metal material. Ye Qing lowered his height slightly to make sure he could hear the sparks and scanned under the car back and forth like mines were cleared.

"Papa~"

A slight explosion came from the bottom of the car. Ye Qing immediately took great care of this place, echoing it several times. After scanning the bottom of the car, he scanned the crevices on the shell and the smoke exhaust pipes where the dirt was easily heaped.

"Fixed." After getting in the car, Ye Qing explained to Wu Weiling, who was puzzled: "The magnetron will emit electromagnetic waves. When it encounters metal or electronic components, the electromagnetic waves will have an oscillating rebound effect. During this process, there will be current, and an electric arc is generated which can burn out electronic equipment.

"Thank you for teaching a very useful skill for me." Wu Weiling's pale face showed a smile: "If it weren't for you and me on the same plane to Nigeria, I would suspect you are a spy agent. And this old Jin, with his marksmanship, can almost go to the Olympic Games."

"Okay, let's get something quickly." Ye Qing spat out a long breath: "I'll take you home, to take your things."

"There must be some of their people watching up at the airport, and we must find a place to hide. I'll figure out a way, instead of flying by plane, we will take a freighter from the port. Let's go."

"Sister, you are crazy. It will take a month to arrive in China with a boat." Ye Qing said with an aura: "My business of billions of dollars a day, one month? The money that was delayed can buy Nigeria."

"Huh? But this is the safest way..." Wu Weiling wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so as not to lose the face in front of this "little boss".

"Let's take something first, as long as we can live, there will be one way." Wu Weiling nodded.

The location said by Wu Weiling was actually in the slum three streets away from Kwalei Street, where she was shot.

The Mercedes-Benz G 65 had just started, and there were two sounds on this dilapidated road crossing the overpass. In poor Nigeria, there was almost no chance to hear the roar of the high-horsepower engine unique to luxury cars.