Chapter 339: The Voice of the Starry Sky

Hearing this name, the expressions of the people present changed slightly, not only because of the arrogance revealed by the name "Wu Zhui", but also because the name ends with a color.

In the Gilded City, no matter how arrogant the name of a motorcycle is, no one will care even if it is called the Apostle of God, but if the performance cannot match the arrogant name, it will cause some ridicule.

Wu Zhui can be regarded as the highest praise for the motorcycle. The name "Never Falling" represents Baghdad's strong self-confidence?

However, there is only one kind of motorcycle that ends with a color in the motorcycle industry, that is, this motorcycle has reached the level of orange, including the red motorcycle above the exclusive dark orange.

And there are only three red motorcycles in the thousands of kilometers around the Gilded City.

Could it be that Baghdad thinks that this blue motorcycle has reached this legendary realm?

But even though the performance of this locomotive is excellent and has reached the level of the orange machine, and even some performance is better due to the characteristics of electric power, it is still a certain distance away from those legendary cars.

Just when everyone was confused, Baghdad smiled and continued: "This visit and exchange is also a farewell."

He nodded slightly to the middle-aged scholar who had just asked the question in the small circle, and turned to look at the other two to greet, but did not look at his assistant who was shocked.

Then, he looked at the few people who were watching coldly, including Xu Yi and the other four who arrived last, and his tone suddenly turned cold:

"No matter which faction you represent, and what you want to get from me, all this is destined to be the delusion of those big men as the Blue of No Falling is produced!"

One of the people who was scanned first finally sneered and said:

"Farewell? Where can you go? Even if you want to leave, you have to clear the company's projects first, right, Director Baghdad? As far as I know, no one can take away the company's achievements."

In the contemptuous words, the smile on Baghdad's face did not diminish at all, and this attitude angered the person who spoke.

"Don't think that you can ascend to heaven in one step after completing the company's secret project. After all, Gilded City is the Gilded City of the Business Federation, and Primordial Energy is the leader of the energy category of the Business Federation. Do you think you can fight against the entire Gilded City on your own?"

Smiling in silence to deal with the chattering like a machine gun, Baghdad's smile showed a trace of pity.

The person who spoke was his former colleague at Yuanchu Energy. The visible gap in ability made Baghdad the first to be promoted to N3 technical supervisor, and then he left without any regrets.

When he left, this person did not even reach the N4 team leader level, but only the N5 senior level.

Now that so many years have passed, he has long been free from the so-called blessing that squeezed out his personal time, and turned the vague concept of the year into a physical object.

But he has just reached N3 and was sent by Yuanchu to serve as the recipient of this project.

As for his name, Sheld? Parde? Parlo?

He can't remember it clearly.

But he still knows the authority of the Yuanchu N3 supervisor.

If it comes to the point where violence is needed, they are usually equipped with a comprehensive combat brigade, including ninety top-grade yellow machines and ten armed sports cars.

At this moment in the cement alley, these armed monsters tightly wrapped by electromagnetic shields must be waiting for him quietly.

There are also these representatives of forces who came from nowhere, and I don’t know how much power they hide.

But it doesn’t matter, I’m leaving this boring city.

In addition to the generous rewards, he also left a big gift in the basement for several friends who participated in the project.

Finally, he looked at several technical enthusiasts who were familiar with him, and missed the research environment in the barefoot area that was much better than those leading companies. He got on the "Blue Without Falling".

The moment he got on the motorcycle, Baghdad’s heart, which had been hanging under his indifferent smile, finally settled down, and his smile gradually became ferocious:

"Let’s go!"

On the other side, the exaggerated big man showed a similar ferocious smile, and also got on the "Blue Without Falling". Baghdad automatically moved to the back seat.

Twisting the handlebars, a fine electric current sound sounded, as if coming from the starry sky, which was the wonderful sound of the electric engine starting.

As soon as the sound came out, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the two people on the seat were covered by a thin layer of blue energy light film.

He took out a remote control from the pocket of his drooping white robe and opened the electric door.

He threw the remote control into the room casually, and the "Blue of No Fall" accelerated suddenly. The huge tires directly rolled over the threshold and rushed directly to the stairs in front of the door, leaving only Parod's crazy roar.

"Baghdad, this achievement display is just a cover. You must have completed the infinite energy project. I will report all of this truthfully..."

Before the roar was over, it caused a small discussion.

"Infinite energy? How is it possible?"

Eliza on the side opened her lips slightly, as if she was about to exclaim, and then she thought of something.

"You... have known about infinite energy for a long time, and you will only know when you hear the name Baghdad..."

Her brows were deeply frowned, and she was a little confused about this, as if the other party had already predicted that the infinite energy was completed by Baghdad.

Xu Yi shrugged helplessly:

"I'm not sure either."

As soon as the voice fell, before the threat and scolding of Director Palod was over, Xu Yi felt a palpitation.

But someone reacted faster than him, and only a cold female voice was heard.

"Divine arts, steel control!"

The walls on both sides of the gate seemed to have life, forming two big steel hands, closing together fiercely.

Then a huge explosion sounded, and the closed metal walls bulged inward as if they were hit by something huge.

Xu Yi immediately glanced at Wang Ming. The other party's reaction was not slow, but his perception was stronger, most of which was blessed by passive divine arts such as danger perception.

This big explosion was obviously aimed at the two people who had just left the house. The bomb equivalent was not small, and it was obvious that the two people were going to die.

But before they had time to pay attention to the target, the aftermath of the explosion caused a second impact on everyone in the house.

Under the huge shock, the house was about to collapse.

Xu Yi didn't want to be buried alive in the ruins, and Wang Ming took the lead in saving Eliza and the other two, obviously with the intention of making friends, so he didn't mind responding.

"Divine Art, Flesh and Blood Deformation."

Countless blood-colored filaments emerged from Xu Yi's back, intertwined in a spiral and continued to spread upwards, eventually weaving a canopy of flesh and blood, blocking the roof and countless rubble that collapsed.

The huge weight almost forced him to kneel, but he gently mobilized the swelling power and quickly stood firm.

With the help of two quasi-gods, it was easy to resist the collapse of the building.

What made the two of them look a little solemn was that amid the sound of countless rubble rolling down, the engine sound that seemed to come from the starry sky did not weaken at all, and it could be heard that it was gradually fading away.