Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 478: All women fighting two

w When the Indian warrior fell down, most people couldn't figure out what happened, and my retina screen did not observe the small movements of white women. []

"That woman has been playing games with her fists. It feels like a master of articulation, but she is actually an expert with poison." The file laughed: "I played against her in a conflicting mission. She is the best at it. It is to make all kinds of colorless and odorless poisons. I don’t know exactly what poison the Indian female warrior is poisoned. Whether she can leave the ring alive depends on the woman’s mood."

I took a deep breath. At the moment when consciousness was generated, the brain hardware began to operate autonomously, and the chain of judgment ability was unfolded.

In the past month, the combination of the brain hardware and the brain has become closer and closer. Although there is no separate prompt, it can not be detected in a short period of time, but it seems to have been analyzing my behavior patterns and Combining the collected data and continuously running-in, until today, the cooperation between the brain and the brain seems to have broken through a critical point. The consciousness and the brain-hardware-led behavior of the brain constitute a kind of instinctive self-discipline operation, and the result is that Further chemical effects-the original ability range of chain determination was limited to the effect of the horizon radar with a radius of 50 meters. Now although the horizon range of 50 meters has not changed, the brain hardware has received the radar that lies outside the range of the horizon radar. Part of the information is that in the arena where white women and Indian women warriors are fighting, as the file says, there are abnormal particles in the air, and the effect of such particles is judged to be paralytic gas.

Nevertheless. I didn't feel that this was an excavation of my own potential. It seems that this kind of effect exists in the first place, but the brain and hardware have not been run-in completely before causing the illusion of "progress." However, I don't know whether the combat effectiveness of my body can be further improved in this way of running-in.

"It's a paralytic poison gas." I told the file the results of the analysis of the brain hardware, and she showed a slightly surprised expression.

At this time, the people in the audience were making a lot of noise, cheering and insulting Indian women in an endless stream. I don’t know how many of them knew the secrets. However, looking at the expressions of most people, they probably didn’t care at all. The reason. They only knew that the player they were fancy had failed, and their grievances were like the gambling bills in their hands, while the other side of the bet was cheering and laughing loudly at the disappointed opponents around him. There are people like this around me and the file. The retina screen quickly locked the man who claimed to be "Long Aotian" and wrote Capaci. He was sitting on the back of the chair in an extremely upright posture, with a gentle and quiet smile on his face, but his eyes were very sharp, and the men who surrounded him and leaned on his shoulders also smiled openly. The brain and hardware parsed their lips synchronously, and the men were praising Capaci with their eyes on the torch. Obviously, they made a lot of money. When they praised them loudly, they decided to "reward the white women with the flesh" and "punish the Indian warriors with the flesh." Capaci just laughed unpredictably without saying a word.

I watched him for a while for a while, and his body immediately shook with a small amplitude that the naked eye could not detect. I knew that when the brain and hardware took over the physical behavior, the eyes would not be mixed with emotions. Yes, just like the camera's mechanical observation, but his keen sense still played a role. He didn't look for where his gaze came from, and the expression on his face did not change, but the instinctive reaction of the flesh still couldn't be completely controlled-under normal circumstances. No one can completely control the changes in the original body, whether it is innate instinct or a habit cultivated over the years, the prosthetic body does not have such "defects."

He may have been exposed to the mystery, I guess. Since he dared to call himself "Long Aotian", he must be unwilling to succumb to others. "Long Aotian" is not just a name. At the same time, it is also a consideration of comprehensive factors such as gender, body, spirit, character and luck. First of all, he must have a transcending power. Regardless of whether this power comes from potential abilities or external materials; secondly, there must be a kind of self-confidence of "human beings", and be able to transform this self-confidence into an overt oppressive force, regardless of the enemy or the enemy. Man suppresses; once again, he must have terrible luck. This kind of luck prevents him from failing in an absolute sense in every action, further changing his disadvantages, and turning every evil into good fortune. None of the above factors can be possessed by ordinary people and normal people. Whether it is transcendental power, or the phenomenon of transforming self-confidence into explicit oppression, or the luck beyond common sense, it is infinitely close to mystery, or it is already "mysterious." ".

Since the mystery already exists, it is not surprising that the invitation to the mercenary headquarters was dismissed. Moreover, if the "mystery" he possessed makes him infinitely close to "Long Aotian", then the things he obtains cannot be given by the mercenary headquarters.

I am a little curious about this man who dared to call himself "Long Aotian". Thinking about the stories about "Long Aotian" I have read, I feel like those who are hidden behind a lot of shady. The "Long Aotian" were caught up and completely overwhelmed by the super contradictory angle. In other words, if he is not a member of the Doomsday Sect, then everyone who promotes the end of the world will surely become his enemy. Unlike the fanciful Doomsday Sect, I seem to be so one in the resistance organization. A little bit of subtle flavor.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but have an urge to laugh. Fortunately, my brain quickly erased this urge.

"Have you not confirmed whether that Capaci has been exposed to the mystery?" I asked the file.

"No evidence was found." File said.

"Having a mysterious organization can only prove your suspicion. Isn't this evidence in itself?" I replied.

"Maybe, but what does it matter to me?" The file smiled: "He doesn't want to join us. This fact has not changed, has it?"

While we were talking, the white women who had used the poison gas to win the ring had already left the ring, did not drive out their opponents, and the paralysis effect was quickly lifted. The Indian soldier's chest suddenly swelled. She took a hard breath. Before, her physiological functions seemed to have completely stopped, and the signs of hypoxia appeared on her, but after she instinctively took a deep breath, she quickly resumed her previous agile actions. Ignoring the hustle and bustle of the audience on the side of the venue, he pulled open the iron gate like a vent, and returned along the way he had come.

The emcee announced the start of the second game of the quarter-finals after the two sides left the field. Just like the first two players on the field, a new pair of female fighters came out under the focus of the spotlight. One of them was a gloomy Vietnamese woman named "cleaner," whom the file valued. She did not put on a new dress, but was still dressed in a dark green military uniform. However, compared to the modest manner of the white woman in a camouflage uniform in the previous game, this uniform seems to have been modified in details, to set off her petite figure, which is slender and full of energy-the file said to me. The template comes from the military uniforms of a small country in South America, where the cleaners used to serve a large estate owner for three years. Different from the last game she participated in, she was carrying a slightly curved Japanese-style long knife this time. The prototype of this long knife was some kind of saber weapon in the ancient Central Duchy. The Japanese Special Administrative Region is introducing that. After the knives were planted, modifications were made to suit the local conditions. Today, this kind of knife is hard and sharp, but the long knife, which is somewhat brittle under the same material, is more famous in the world's cold weapons than its prototype. And more. Not only because of more publicity, but also because the use of this long knife is more in line with modern tastes than the prototype.

There was a data analyzing the difference between this Japanese style knife and the prototype. The most important point is that when the ancients used the prototype knife to fight, they usually did not wear a sheath because the straight blade body did not It is inconvenient to draw a knife, and when a Japanese sword has a sheath, it is easier to draw out. You can also use some tricks to draw a knife to exert a stronger power in an instant. This little technique no matter what the difference is in the details. They all have a unified name-the technique of drawing a sword.

In my impression, no one who uses Japanese swords seems to have studied the technique of drawing swords.

The "cleaner" should also be a master, and the broadcast of the player's profile by the emcee later proved this, among the people she killed with this knife. Two-thirds died from the first stroke of the sword. And on the field, when she used this Japanese knife. None of the opponents walked off the ring alive.

When the "cleaner" stepped onto the ring, the retina screen suddenly magnified her braid. It was not a hair band but a dagger tied at the end of the braid.

There was a shocking tsunami in the auditorium instantly. The fanatical sound seemed to crack even the cement. Many people were beating things that could be hit, stomping the floor with their feet, and the entire auditorium was trembling. This was all for the "cleaner", even though she still had that gloomy and expressionless look, she completely ignored the hot emotions coming from all directions.

"She is really famous." I couldn't help but say.

"Well, it should be the hottest player in the finals." File said: "Her Muay Thai boxing is fierce, but the swordsmanship... how to say, it is gorgeous, but it is not all right. In short, it is Ling People get goose bumps all over."

"You said that a wrestler once won an all-female fighting championship. She is so popular too?" I asked.

"Of course, it's not the same as the current cleaner." The file raised her arm and smiled relaxedly. "She defeated the cleaner when she won the championship. At that time, her body was already strong. It was extremely abnormal. The cleaner's sword-drawing technique could not cut her off, so she was knocked down."

"...It sounds like it's infinitely close to mystery." Although I said that, because I haven't directly observed the "cleaner"'s sword drawing technique, it is impossible to judge the body of the "wrestler" at that time. powerful. Although wrestlers once hugged me hard, there is a sense of temptation, but for the prosthetic body, that kind of power is not worth mentioning, even if the brain hardware gives the strength at the time, it can’t Inferring her physical strength from this, because it is no longer an indirect measurement of an abnormal body that is strengthened by graystone.

"A very strong body, a very strong sexual desire." The file gave me a look with an ambiguous expression, "There are not a few men who have gotten into her bed, but according to what I have learned, they have withdrawn from her body alive. I don’t know one."

"Ah..." I know she is teasing me again, but in this kind of thing. I don't know how to answer.

"Just smile." The file seemed to understand my embarrassment. Deliberately making a smile is like a demonstration for me, but this approach is full of teasing.

Weirdly, the brain hardware did not immediately delete this embarrassing emotion. I chose to remain silent and turn my eyes to the opponent of the "cleaner"-a woman whose appearance and body are also Asian, compared to younger women The "cleaners" who are full of somber and evil explosive power, no matter their appearance, temperament or figure, appear more mature. At a glance, she was more like an office girl than a soldier. And he was wearing an office-style straight skirt suit. The retina screen inspected her body details and found no wounds or calluses, and her skin was delicate and white. When the girl codenamed "Secretary" walked towards the ring. He took out the makeup kit from his pocket without anyone, and touched up the makeup on the mirror.

Even though the first impression given to people is completely different from the players I have seen before, but in the material explanation of the master of ceremonies, there are records that are extremely inconsistent with her appearance. She has been wandering in war-torn areas in Africa all the year round. A lone mercenary, who has never joined any team, does the work of "personal bodyguard", "secretary" and "killer", and is also the first novice to participate in all-female combat. Because compared to other old players, both the exposure and reputation are slightly weaker. Moreover, the task type feels slightly weaker, and not many people are optimistic about her. Most of the spectators sitting around me bet on "cleaners", and many of them bet on "how or how long does the cleaner kill the opponent".

Similarly, whether it is the file or the influence of the surrounding environment, or the judgment of the brain and hardware, or intuition, I don't think this woman codenamed "secretary" can beat the "cleaner". Of course, it is undeniable that how much she can enter the finals can also explain the woman's ability, but. In the absence of more information, judged solely by feeling, the gap between the two sides is even greater than in the previous game.

After the "secretary" stepped onto the ring, he did not put away the makeup kit, but instead greeted the "cleaner" in a kind manner. It's all boring nonsense. The "cleaner" did not respond, and walked towards her with a long knife. At the same time that the "secretary"'s wrist moved slightly. The naked eye saw only a shadow passing by. Relying on the retina screen to see this momentary change clearly, the makeup kit in the hands of the "secretary" is her weapon. When her wrist vibrates with an amplitude that is hard to detect with the naked eye, the makeup box suddenly shoots out a fluffy flying needle. .

In the information given by the master of ceremonies, this "secretary" is the inheritor of the ancient secret hidden weapons of the Central Duchy, and she herself never conceals this. To describe it in the way of martial arts novels, it is "you know she has hidden weapons on her, but you will never catch her hidden weapons". The hidden weapons used in each scene of "Secretary" are of different types, and in general, the style is to catch people off guard. And the concealed weapon she is using now is the same. It is almost like the scary concealed weapon "Storm Pear Flower Needle" in martial arts novels. Judging from the shooting angle of these flying needles, within the distance between the two sides, the "cleaner" will be covered. "The whole body of the blue barking needle should be highly poisonous.

However, the "cleaner" who shot at the same time draws the knife faster than the firing speed of the flying needles. Before the range of the flying needles spreads, the blade has passed through the gap between the flying needles. The shadow of the knife could not be seen clearly. On the trajectory of the blade's movement, the air was under abnormal pressure, which disrupted the trajectory of the flying needle. In the virtual trajectory of the retina screen, all the trajectories of the ballistic trajectory deviated from the "cleaner" himself. body of.

It was too late to blink, and the blade felt like no one, before the "secretary" reacted ~IndoMTL.com~ through her body as if cutting through the water.

Drawing out the knife, closing the knife, only a slight sound of "clang" is heard. The "cleaner" is like a Swift, stepping on the ground like a muddy step, sliding back briskly. Some of the flying needles that were pushed apart by the air pressure stuck on the ground of the ring, and some flew toward the iron fence, but they did not fly out from the gaps between the metal rods, hurting others, and there were some subtle spots between the gaps between the metal rods. , It looked like a wound where the air was pierced by a flying needle, but these flying needles were indeed intercepted by an invisible barrier on this side.

The "secretary" opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but the blood coughed up from her throat drowned her voice, and when her body made greater movements, the mature body appeared instantly A huge wound from the right waist to the left chest, the upper half of the body fell to the ground along the cut surface, the internal organs scattered all over the floor, and blood spurted from the incision in the lower body in a flash.

The **** scene suddenly activated a louder whistling sound. As far as you can see, people opened their mouths and pulled their necklines as if they were having difficulty breathing. They jumped up from the seats, up and down, even forever. "Long Aotian" who behaved mildly and calmly also stood up at this time, smiling and applauding. However, I doubt very much how many people here can see the cut of the "cleaner". (To be continued...)

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