Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 9 NO.0009: Take me to see him
"What model is this gun?"

Jiang Zhou picked up a pistol that looked like a hand crossbow from the weapon rack, and asked the Black Falcon-136 beside him.

"Scorpio-type pulse pistol, how come there are even weapons of Mars War Technology here..."

136, who was picking at the weapon rack, turned his head and glanced at the gun in Jiang Zhou's hand, and couldn't help muttering.

"easy to use?"

"The weapons of the Zodiac series are just like that. Most of them are gaudy. At least for adjusters, the collection value is far greater than the practical value... You don't want to pick this one, Theseus?"

Seeing that Jiang Zhou was carefully reading the instructions for using the Scorpio pulse pistol, 136 immediately asked.

Because it's a bit weird to call "brother native" all the time, and Qian Xiaying also said that she can't help being called "caveman".Therefore, these Icarus people combined and used the code name "Theseus" given to Jiang Zhou by the previous company executive as his current temporary name.

"Look at the introduction above, isn't it pretty strong?"

Jiang Zhou asked.

A video window automatically popped up next to the pistol, and a demonstration of the gun's power experiment was being played in it—the dazzling high-energy pulse whistling, separated by a distance of hundreds of meters, the goat used as a live experiment was being used in the blink of an eye To burn a pair of wear.

"Can you believe this kind of seller's show? This is the state of maximum power release. In the case of full charge, you can only fire three shots. And because of the design of the cooling system, in the high-end position, this gun can only fire three times. There will be a cooldown interval of more than three seconds between shots...three seconds, which is too much for a tuner to do."

136 reluctantly took the pistol from Jiang Zhou's hand, put it back on the weapon rack and continued:

"Everyone's 'backpack' is limited, or to put it another way, the 'information' that each 'stand-in' can carry in the dive is limited, it's better not to waste space on this toy weapon. "

Jiang Zhou nodded half-understood, then asked casually:

"In other words, when I meet someone with this kind of gun, as long as I dodge the first shot in the high-power gear, there will be a three-second window period enough for me to grab the gun?"

136 nodded first, and then asked with a puzzled look:
"Although it's true, why do you keep worrying about taking the gun with your bare hands?"

"Nothing, I'll just ask."

…………

So the key is how to avoid the first shot.

Looking at the street mercenary pointing a gun at him, Jiang Zhou thought to himself.

Observation, analysis, assessment, tactical possibilities...

This is the combat skill that I just learned through that tactical memory.Although I am not proficient in using it, it seems to be the knowledge points memorized by rote on the eve of the exam.

But compared to a few minutes ago, for me who didn't know anything about fighting, this is already a completely new change.

The adrenaline soars, the heart beats faster, the blood pressure rises, and the brain blocks the pain that hinders the battle one by one.Liao Qi's five senses became sharper, and the brain's protective restrictions on the output of muscles and bones were also released.

Observation, analysis, assessment, tactical possibilities...

Following the combat experience given by the tactical memory, Liao Qi took out the memory from the slot on his body—this was the purpose of the opponent's trip, and it was also the only bargaining chip in his hand at the moment.

Afterwards, he threw this chip at the opponent's face, and exchanged the chip for the opponent's momentary wavering, and...

The moment Liao Qi threw the memory towards him, the tense old snake raised the body of the gun.The pulse pistol switched on his mechanical arm and automatically corrected the trajectory.This time, the enhanced high-energy pulse was powerful enough to blast the opponent's entire head into pieces.

He has given the other party a chance again and again.Since the other party doesn't cherish it so much, then I don't need to be polite, just pull the trigger.

But at the moment when he was about to shoot, the old snake discovered a problem.

When the memory was thrown towards him, the trajectory it traced, from his own point of view, happened to be connected to the opponent's head in a straight line.

If I pull the trigger immediately, the high-energy pulse will blast the opponent's head together with the memory in mid-air into pieces.

In desperation, Old Snake could only shift the muzzle of the gun slightly to the lower left, aiming at the opponent's torso.

"Zi-boom!"

The sound of charging the coil and the sound of starting the cooler sounded at the same time, and a pulsed light beam gushed out from the muzzle of the gun.At the same time, Old Snake's other mechanical hand that was not holding the gun steadily caught the memory in midair.

Well, the commission has been...

"boom!"

Something slammed into his body, and a huge force knocked him down firmly to the ground.

"Varied……"

It turned out that the opponent jumped up suddenly regardless of the penetrating wound on his leg before, and slammed into him with his own momentum.

And the shot he fired just now just pierced through the opponent's thigh because the opponent jumped up suddenly, and did not cause enough fatal damage.

And when the old snake turned his attention away from the memory, the other party had already rushed to him directly, and pressed his chest against the pulse gun in his hand.

The old snake continued to pull the trigger violently, but Scorpio, whose radiator hadn't cooled down, could only make a hollow "click".

"You..."

Before he could make another move, the young man who knocked himself to the ground put his knee on his neck.At the same time, his hands wrapped around the hand holding the gun, trying to wrest it away.

For such behavior, the old snake was not surprised but pleased.

Both of my hands are industrial-grade prosthetic hands. In terms of strength, they are not something that a mortal native like the other party can touch porcelain at will.

Want to split your fingers and take the gun off?Innocent!
As long as I use a little force, the opponent's bones will be crushed immediately...

With a "click", as if by magic, the old snake's two metal fingers holding the pistol were removed by the opponent.

The other party didn't try to forcefully break his fingers at all, but along the weak joints of the prosthetic body, borrowed force in the direction of his own strength, and took advantage of the situation to remove the two fingers.

That movement was as smooth as those of the most skilled prosthetic doctors.

After his two fingers were removed, the Scorpio, who was held tightly in his hands, had room to move.I saw the opponent's fingers stretched into the gap and pulled, and the gun fell into the opponent's hand.

At the same time, the heat dissipation of the Scorpio-type pulse pistol has just been completed, and it can be fired at any time again.

Only this time, the muzzle of the gun was on his own head.

How is this going?

The old snake was stunned.

Why did the stunned young man from before suddenly become as proficient as a veteran with more than ten years of combat experience?

Before he could say anything, the man pulled his face in and looked at him.

The old snake could even see his frightened face from the other's calm pupils.

"If you want to live, take me to meet the middleman you hired."

"but……"

The old snake still wanted to struggle.

"Take me to see him."

The other party repeated it.

"Okay... okay."

(End of this chapter)