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Chapter 223 Shadow Awakening
Shadow could clearly hear the sound of the bullet being loaded, as well as the rubbing sound of the other party aiming the gun at the clothes.

But he can't do anything, he's just blind now.

Shadow has no fear, no anger, he is just unwilling, and his death seems to be the accumulation of accidents.

At the last moment, Shadow made a desperate plan, he couldn't just wait to die like a coward.

He suddenly threw his backpack in the direction where the gunman spoke just now, then pulled out a dagger from his waist, and threw himself at another enemy.

Then he was kicked back by a third enemy, all of them were equipped with inflatable soft-soled shoes suitable for urban combat, and they walked completely silently.

Bah!
A gunshot interrupted the tranquility here, and the shadow could hear the muffled grunts of the enemies close at hand.

Then there was the sound of falling to the ground, and the sound of blood rushing out of the throat, making people unable to breathe?
"Be careful! Enemy attack!" The soldiers around Shadow immediately became a mess, and someone screamed and shouted: "It's a sniper from the Taha Gang!"

Shadow didn't waste the opportunity, he took the opportunity to jump directly towards the edge of the wall.

In mid-air Shadow dropped all the quick-reaction gels, hoping he landed right in it.

Fortunately, what he finally ushered in was not a hard ground.

The shadow struggled to get out of the gel, stumbling and moving in one direction.

The gunshots grew louder above his head, and a bullet from behind let Shadow know he was going the right way.

The bullet was bounced off by the dragon scale armor, without doing any damage. Shadow amplified his other senses as much as possible, hoping not to fall down.

After all, as a blind person, he cannot guarantee whether he can regain his sense of direction after falling down.

But Shadow is not a saint after all, and he doesn't usually have the habit of accumulating points with God, and soon a tree root protruding from the ground made him lose his balance.

To make matters worse, due to inertia, Shadow rolled several times on the ground after falling, and stopped before hitting a low wall.

Even a guy like Silent Shadow couldn't help cursing at this moment, he knew he was going in the wrong direction.

Shadow is a duty sniper, the first thing he does every time he goes to a place is to pay more attention to the things in his sight that can be used as cover.

If he had been running towards the thirteenth district before, he would never have encountered such an obstacle.

He groped on the wall and made sure that the wall was less than half a meter high. Combined with the distance he ran, he roughly determined his position.

After he landed, he moved about 80 degrees along the tangent line of the separation wall, and ran a distance of [-] meters.

The backside of this low wall should be an independent two-story villa, but the shadow inside the room has no idea of ​​the structure.

But in order to survive, he could only gamble. Shadow turned over and was shot twice in the process. The soldiers on the separation wall behind obviously did not forget him.

But as before, the expensive dragon scale armor once again protected the shadow.

"You get what you pay for, and you are really expensive for a reason." Shadow leaned against the low wall, kissed his bulletproof vest forcefully, gritted his teeth and rushed to the side of the villa, groping for an entrance and flipping over. go in.

Next, the environment here was completely unfamiliar to Shadow. He took out his spare magazine from his waist and put a bullet in the foot.

After that, every time the shadow advances three meters, or encounters an obstacle, a bullet will be left behind.

These things can help him establish spatial coordinates when he loses his sense of direction again.

The gunfire outside suddenly became more violent, but also more chaotic, which made Shadow more cautious.

He could hear that the shooter seemed to lose his composure, and pulled the trigger to the end until the bullets were exhausted.

And the person who ran out of bullets did not reload, and both sides of the exchange of fire are like this. This is not good news, after all, they are not the protagonists in this conflict.
At this time, the soldier who was about to send Shadow a bullet was staring at his shadow in horror, and his companion was no longer around.

His name is Ben Dayan, a dock worker who had only a high school education and was lured into the army by the conscription office.

The people at the conscription office told him that as long as he served for three years, he would be able to send him to college, or a free prosthetic implant surgery.

This was Ben's second year in service, but he was already a seasoned veteran compared to soldiers elsewhere.

Because the area he was stationed in was the [-]th arrondissement, he didn't even know there was a [-]th arrondissement in Paris before serving.

But here he had to exchange fire with soldiers of the Taha Gang twice a week on average. Of course, everyone basically shot at each other at a distance of several hundred meters to show their attitude, and there were very few casualties.

Those who really suffer are those who try to sneak into the thirteenth district, or try to escape from the thirteenth district.

When Ben and his team had the most, they could catch [-] a month. Unless these people could come up with a price that satisfied them, one bullet would be the final destination.

Ben knew very well that no one cared about the life or death of those who planned to go in or those who planned to come out.

So even though he is only 20 years old, he is already an experienced executioner.

Today is a special night for Ben, because the superiors have called all the soldiers who were on vacation back and sent them to the wall.

This is definitely a strange signal for the stagnant Thirteenth District, not to mention the troops transferred from the military area outside the city, they surrounded the entire Thirteenth District.

And that damn emp jamming that kills everyone's communicators and night vision, as well as Ben's favorite holographic sight.

The head said that the higher ups might be going to attack the [-]th District. Ben was somewhat disappointed, thinking that he made a lot of money here, and sometimes he could have a good time meeting female stowaways.

But Ben soon realized that the situation was completely different from what they thought. First they encountered a blind mercenary, and he was also escaped by the other party.

The head said that the equipment on the mercenary was enough to buy a small apartment in Paris. I thought the head was bragging, how could there be such expensive equipment?
His gun was mortgaged to the casino for less than 2000 yuan, and the cheapest apartment in Paris sold for [-] yuan per square meter.

But then, everything started to go wrong. The bullets of the Taha gang were extremely accurate. First Ali and then Drogba were killed by the opponent's snipers.

Their counterattack firepower was weak, and the snipers in the team lost their marksmanship after losing the intelligent assistance program.

What made Ben even more frightened was that when he was hiding behind the cover to change the magazine, under the light of the gunfire, the shadow of the sniper pulled out the pistol from Deroni's body and shot Leon!
Ben yelled, but his teammates clearly didn't believe what he was saying, only thinking he was dumbfounded.

Soon, however, Ben's teammates knew exactly what he had seen, after his head was strangled by his own shadow.

Ben, still in shock, almost didn't even think about it, turned around and fled the place. He was afraid of his own shadow, and at the same time, he was also afraid that he would become the target of snipers from the Taha Gang.

When he rushed into the shadow cast by the sentry tower in the moonlight, Ben was suddenly surrounded by a strange sense of security. There was no light, no gunfire, and there was no room for the shadow to exist.

Ben was panting heavily, covering his mouth to keep himself from screaming, but the sound of his beating heart kept echoing in his ears like a war drum.

Why didn't the Taha's shoot anymore?Ben popped the question out of nowhere and was startled by his own answer.

Shadow had the same doubts, only he knew more than Ben, and he was pretty sure that the gunfire had drawn some metahuman.

It's just that Shadow doesn't know what ability the opponent has, and can simultaneously deal with two groups of soldiers who are fighting with each other hundreds of meters away.

Since joining Tangy's team, the number of metahumans killed by Shadow has reached double digits.

As long as they are properly prepared, those superhumans are no more difficult to deal with than ordinary people, and only one bullet is needed to solve the problem permanently.

But now, unfortunately, he lost his eyesight, as well as his own gun, and the most threatening thing on his body was a dagger.

Shadow is weaker than ever, but has encountered the most difficult enemy.

"Shadow? Can I call you that?" Outside the small villa, a friendly voice suddenly appeared: "I have to confirm your identity, after all, I killed too many people today."

"The voice in my head is quite annoying, it keeps ordering me to do this and that." The owner of the voice opened the door and walked into the villa: "I have reached an agreement with him, if he kills you, he will give me back my freedom, So please cooperate."

Shadow smiled wryly, a superhuman who can negotiate terms with jealousy?It was definitely a surprise.

He tried his best to hide himself in the darkness and held his breath. Although he knew that the other party came directly to the door and probably already knew his location, Shadow still planned to work hard for his own life.

smack. smack.
Shadow heard the sound of someone lighting with a lighter in the dark, but he didn't know what it meant.

If he could still see, he would find that everything in the room was illuminated with shadows as the lighter flickered.

Including Shadow himself, his shadow stood behind him strangely, his hands made a movement of strangling Shadow's neck.

The next second, Shadow felt suffocated, but no matter how he fumbled for his throat, he couldn't find anything.

Shadow felt that he was lifted up bit by bit by the untouchable force, his feet were off the ground, and his brain, which could not get oxygen support, gradually became chaotic.

He stabbed in front and behind with the dagger in vain, but there was no target for him to hurt!
If only he could see. At least he can die and understand.
As he was dying, Shadow's last thought was repeated in his brain
For a moment, Shadow felt as if he saw something, but it was more like a hallucination before death.

Because the shadow saw his own shadow strangling his throat from a third-party perspective, and lifted him in mid-air to watch him die bit by bit.

Perhaps because he sensed the shadow's hesitation, his perspective suddenly blurred and he entered another perspective.

This time, from the perspective of the murderer, Shadow watched his body being pinched in mid-air by "himself".

The face that I see in the mirror every day is like a tomato that has been stepped on the ground a few times. It is covered with oil and swollen badly.

In the next second, Shadow's perspective shifted again, and "he" was standing at the door, holding a lighter in his hand, watching the performance of this mime.

In the blink of an eye, relying on the sniper's sense of space, Shadow threw the dagger at "self"!
Pfft!

Shadow looked down uncontrollably, looking at the dagger stuck in his chest, and the lighter in his hand fell directly to the ground.

The fresh air breathed into the lungs and the realism of falling to the ground made the shadow's perspective quickly pulled back.

It was still the familiar darkness, as well as the tingling pain in his throat, which reminded him that what happened just now was not a hallucination.

Shadow immediately stood up and walked towards the door in his memory. He had to ensure that the enemy was completely out of danger.

Following the movement of the shadow, his perspective entered the third-person perspective again, but this perspective made him a little uncomfortable, and he still stumbled.

Shadow focused again, and his perspective switched to that of the previous "real murderer". At this moment, he was still lying in the doorway, his hands were covered with blood, trying in vain to stop the bleeding.

From his perspective, the shadow groping out of the room was like a zombie looking for food.

This is very strange, the shadow is still manipulating his body, but his eyes are fixed on another person.

This weird sense of intersection made Shadow feel as if he was having a schizophrenic split.

However, before the shadow made any further moves, the shadow exposed to the moonlight saw his own shadow reflected on the ground from the perspective of the real murderer.

Then, Shadow saw his own shadow activated, hugging him from behind.

The real murderer on the ground crawled back little by little, trying to distance himself.

Shadow watched him getting further and further away from him, but there was nothing he could do.

Bah!
The sudden attack made the body of the "true murderer" tremble. When he moved his gaze to the direction of the gunshot, a fearful soldier was looking at him with a gun.

Bah!Bah!Bah!
Fear kept him pulling the trigger until the magazine was empty.

With the death of the real murderer, the shadow also lost his perspective, and the bound body returned to freedom.

It's just that when the shadow projected its perspective on Da Bing again, he found that he was aiming at himself with a gun, and his panicked hands were trying to change the magazine.

Just because of nervousness, I accidentally dropped the magazine on the ground.

The moment the soldier lowered his head and looked away, Shadow rushed over. He knew how long it would take for a rookie to reload under pressure.

Infinitely long!
During the run, Shadow enters a third-person view, pulls the dagger from the dead metahuman, and growls loudly!
When he switched the perspective back to the soldier, as expected, the other party was so flustered that he almost tripped him, dropped his gun on the ground, turned around and ran away!
Well, Shadow happily picked up the rifle and magazine, and he was now fully armed again.

　ps: Let me explain, the awakening time of Tang Ji’s players is about the same, because they are envied for about the same time, and if they are not awakened, they will not be able to keep up with the intensity of the follow-up plot

　　
　
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