The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 25: The first official contest
Being able to accurately hit the target at a distance of tens of kilometers, of course, does not rely on human eye aiming. To a certain extent, this is already the ability of a practitioner of the first stage of breaking the sea. Moreover, the bullets fired by that gun were even more powerful, somewhat like a combination of flying swords and magic weapons.
The sleeves of the sportswear were shattered, and the remaining fabric floated constantly, getting wet with water mist, like a middle-aged man walking in the rain without an umbrella.
Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu's mood was even worse, and he walked through the mist.
If someone pays attention to the details, it will be enough to find that the slight mist has not touched him at all.
Walking outside the lawn, he once again looked at the cliff dozens of kilometers away and saw the man in overalls.
The man has got up, is squatting on the ground to pack his toolbox, and will leave soon if he wants to.
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The escaping people stopped and looked at the figure in sportswear, with expressions of surprise and incomprehension on their faces.
The alarm bells on the square were loud, and the policemen wearing light-armed suits rushed here at high speed, and several white lines could be clearly seen in the distance. They should be the high-speed suspended police cars of the National Police Agency.
Jing Jiu walked into the underground passage on the other side of the street, and soon disappeared from people's sight and surveillance.
There are tiny wind currents everywhere in the underground passage, which is the air change brought about by the suspended train.
He didn't stand in the transfer room waiting to get on the car like other people, walked into the control room, and came to the dark underground passage.
A bright light illuminates his figure, then gets closer and closer.
It was a floating train traveling at a speed of 1,400 kilometers per hour.
With a hum, another gust of wind blew in the passage.
The wind fell on him, and he turned into a leaf, which floated up and disappeared into the darkness ahead.
The terminal of this suspended train is called Chunyuan, which is the highest place in the city closest to the crustal mountains. There are some wooden houses scattered on it, and more buildings are hidden under the ground. They are all government-ordered possessions. The sun is extremely The high cliffs blocked it, and the light was extremely dim, even in the daytime, it seemed like it was in the night.
A wind chime hanging by the window of a small wooden house rang suddenly, but nothing was passing by.
Some rocks rolled down on the side of a loose rock somewhere on the cliff.
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When Jing Jiu walked down the underground passage and took the wind of the suspended train to Chunyuan dozens of kilometers away, the man in the overalls dismantled the gun and walked dozens of meters away with the toolbox. Before the self-propelled elevator.
The Galaxy Alliance government has built countless self-propelled elevators along the crustal cliffs. Most of them are used to transport workers to perform routine maintenance on the gravitational field generator. Naturally, it is not clean. The elevators are full of dust and black. The oil stains don’t smell very good, and even faintly smells of alcohol.
The man in the overalls was standing in the high-speed down elevator. Thinking of the scenes he had seen before, his face became a little pale, and he suddenly wanted to drink a large bottle of strong alcohol.
As the most senior expert in the Galaxy Alliance, he has unimaginable calmness and willpower, but he is really about to collapse at this time, and he looks very unprofessional.
The first thing to do in the assassination is to confirm the death of the target, so when the blue light on the electromagnetic ring disappeared, he did not leave the stone immediately, but still stared at the square dozens of kilometers away.
First, the smoke and dust flying in the sky, and then the water mist sprayed on the lawn, blocked his view.
The next moment he watched the target come out of the mist, intact, and glanced at himself.
Did you miss the shot?
However, there was no explosion in the square, and the lawn in the mist was still so green and gratifying, and there were no large pits hundreds of meters deep.
Seven years ago, he saw such a pit with his own eyes during a mission on Lanz.
What the **** is going on here? It is impossible to have a problem with his gun.
At this moment, he saw the target's right hand.
The sleeve of the target's sportswear is damaged, showing his forearm.
He thought of some possibility.
He thought it was completely impossible.
How is it possible that someone can block the high-combustion bullet fired by the electromagnetically reinforced gun with their bare hands?
He is such a powerful star, who can fight on the surface of those primitive and sinister planets and the gravity-free universe, but he fundamentally imagines such a scene.
Even the big figures of the Alliance in the Legend of Shenye Shangjing could not do such a thing!
What kind of monster is that teenager in sportswear!
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The elevator made a slight friction with the shaft wall, and then made a small click, indicating that it had reached the transfer floor.
The face of the man in the overalls improved slightly, but beads of sweat poured out.
He lifted up his sleeves to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, walked out of the elevator with the toolbox, walked through the complicated passage, came to another maintenance connection shaft with great familiarity, and walked into another elevator. This elevator leads to the underground maintenance point of Chunyuan, where there are three dedicated passages to the underground multi-level world.
He is going to transfer to the seventh world from there.
No one knew that he had prepared a safe house there three years ago. Because he felt that this mission was too weird and the goal was too terrifying. For safety's sake, he didn't contact his superiors, and he didn't even plan to return to the team. He planned to hide in that safe house for another year.
The elevator door makes a slight rubbing sound and slowly closes.
With a soft click, an arm stretched in and blocked the elevator door that was closing.
The skin on that arm is fair, smooth and perfect.
It's just that the sleeves of the sportswear rolled over the arms are a bit torn.
A shock flashed in the eyes of the man in overalls, followed by the calmness brought by despair.
Even if he was a strong man in the star realm, he didn't have the courage to do something with the opponent at this time.
A monster that can block super-combustible bullets with his hands, a monster that can come to him from a square 40 kilometers away in such a short time, is not an opponent that humans can resist. That being the case, why should he do something with the other party?
The time and opportunity are precious now, he must kill himself as quickly as possible.
While thinking about these things, the man in the overalls exerted a little effort to mobilize a certain back muscle that he can't normally use, but he can completely master after long-term targeted training.
The muscle contracted slightly, and the film planted under the skin shattered, and a very weak bioelectrical current began to flow somewhere.
With a soft snap, a small electric spark grew on his back.
I don't know what's going on, but there is a problem with the circuit under the film.
The electric spark brought a clear sting, but the man in the overalls didn't notice it, because he was in extreme shock at this time.
According to the training tutorial, there is absolutely no problem with this suicide method, but it was actually blocked by the other party!
The man in the overalls did not hesitate to pull out a small gun similar to a needle and press the button at his temple.
There was a muffled noise.
He still isn't dead.
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Jing Jiu retracted his right hand and looked at the milky white bullet between his fingers, confirming that it should be made of some kind of composite material.
He looked at the man in overalls and said, "You will die."
The man in the overalls looked at the picture in front of him, his pupils shrinking slightly, but he was speechless. At this time, his whole body had become stiff, and he could not even move his fingers.
Jing Jiu continued: "But wait a while."
After saying this, he backhanded the milky white bullet into the front pocket of his backpack, and then his palm landed on the opponent's head.
He doesn't use torture to extract a confession, nor does he want to subdue each other like Mo Ada, nor does he want to use Guocheng Temple's two-hearted communication.
In order to save trouble, he plans to use the soul-searching hand of Xuanyin Sect to directly read this person's consciousness.
Some information fluctuations, if there is no such thing as if there is no such thing, entered from the brain of the man in the overalls into his palm, gradually becoming clearer and clearer.
Those information fluctuations are initially emotions, such as fear and shock.
The fear and shock remaining in the consciousness of the man in the overalls quickly turned into despair, and then calm.
Jing Jiu glanced at this person somewhat unexpectedly.
Then those information waves are more accurate words and numbers.
He saw two words that might be names of people, and at the same time saw a dozen numbers in no order, which might be some kind of connection method.
Just as he was about to continue searching further, the information in the consciousness of the man in the overalls suddenly disappeared.
There was a muffled noise.
The head of the man in the overalls exploded directly.
The whole elevator splashed with blood and brain.
The front of Jing Jiu's sportswear is also dyed a lot, red and white.
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He didn't expect that this assassin would have the courage to face death, and he didn't expect that the other party could headshot and die by himself while he controlled the opponent's mind.
Looking at the stains of the elevator and the brains on his body, he was a little upset, and then he thought of some information he had seen somewhere in Yinwang.
Some special departments of the Galaxy Alliance military are worried that the enemy will invade their brains to collect intelligence after being captured. They are even more worried that the monsters in the Sea of Dark Objects will invade consciousness. They will implant a member in their brains in advance. Micro device. That device can monitor the brainwave levels of members. Once it finds that the brainwaves are in a downward state and at the same time monitors the intrusion of consciousness without an identification code, it will automatically activate.
The so-called activation is actually detonation.
Is it a member of the Union military?
Jing Jiu looked at the headless corpse leaning against the elevator wall, scanned the line of sight quickly, picked up the toolbox and left the elevator.
When the elevator door closed, he flicked his finger and threw a sword fire in.
With a bang, the entire elevator began to burn, and in a short time, the body of the man in overalls, the blood stains, and the brain were all burned to ashes.
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There is a very large area of water on the outskirts of Shouer City.
The water is very deep, the whole is glowing with a blue color, reflecting the starlight at night, black like ink, in the early morning and evening, it looks like a pot of red soup hot pot.
This area of water is called the Caspian Sea. It is actually a lake left by the planetary transformation. ~IndoMTL.com~ There are many wild reeds growing in the remote corners of the Caspian Sea, which are higher than people and can block the sight of the outside world. .
There was a splash of water, Jing Jiu stood up from the lake, and the water poured down from the smooth skin surface, shining with golden light, like magma.
He took a bath very seriously in the lake. The reason why he didn't use sword fire was a psychological reason.
Just like when Zhao Layue made the decision to return to Qingshan in Sanqianyuan, he also took a bath in the lake.
The group of wild reeds is very quiet, and there are no birds calling.
Thinking about the fat pigeons on the lawn of the square, he found that the biggest difference between this world and Chaotian Continent seemed to be that there were fewer types of life.
The sword intent turned slightly, and all the remaining lake water turned into mist, and went with the wind, leaving only a piece of dryness.
He opened his backpack, took out a blue sportswear and put it on, smelling the faint smell of detergent, nodded in satisfaction.