Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

[The Fourth Evil Night Monster] 341 Overclocking Chain

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341 Overclocking Chain

After Father Xi Sen reconnected to the safety network, the scene over there was uploaded from the terminal screen. Because of the continuous destruction of buildings, the perspective is very unstable, shaking constantly, and then disappearing one by one. On the side of the screen, a large amount of data flow climbs from bottom to top. With the help of this dizzying image, we still determined that the warring parties are indeed human and security guards, and there is no demon in them.

There are probably more than 30 security guards, all of which are on all fours, exposing human-shaped combat modes, and flashing from the camera. They jumped along the building and ran along the street. They were extremely agile and full of momentum to flatten everything.

The drove party is an elite team of humans with ten armored vehicles. Most of them use conventional weapons to engage with security guards. They have excellent collaboration and are well organized when retreating. They face dozens of security guards and scattered firepower. They cannot damage the hard shells of security guards, but they can still be interrupted, and they can be damaged once the fire is concentrated and saturated. This is also the reason why they have not been defeated until now. These people look like soldiers.

There are also a small number of people who are free to travel through the rain of bullets and bullets, and from time to time show abnormal abilities and extraordinary physical qualities. Although these people are few, they are the main force preventing the security guards from completely destroying this team. These people are very familiar with the battle with the security guards. I saw with my own eyes that a security guard suddenly stood still, as if crushed by a big rock, and looked paralyzed. Then it was torn by concentrated fire.

"Three graystone fortifiers, two magical pattern messengers." Father Sissen said, "not the doomsday truth."

"Any other mysterious organization?" I scratched my head and seemed to deal with them. These people seem to be familiar with the ruling bureau, they must have terminal equipment, and may have already discovered our existence. Why did they provoke such a big battle? I'm curious, these people must have touched something terrible.

Since they are not the people of the Doomsday Truth Church, they will definitely be oppressed by the Doomsday Truth Church. Maybe they can really sit down and talk. However, their number ...

"It's going to be surrounded." Jin Jiang said suddenly.

"It's too small to look at the security network system. If you are surrounded, there will be few people left even if you can escape." Father Xi Sen said nothing about himself.

By now we can all see that both men and women are consciously moving towards our side, but they will consume most of the power before reaching our side, and the rest can be solved even by only three of us.

"Six stations came to our side." Father Sisen converted the image. Six security guards flashed past the lens, leaving only their light outlines in the fog, and then quickly disappeared. When their footsteps separated from the center of the battlefield and gradually became clear, the blue light of the stars appeared first in the gray vision.

I almost didn't think about anything, and carried Gregia into an explosive state. In a slow world, the speed of blue rays is still fast, but their flight path has become predictable. I rushed into the gap of these linear trajectories.

On the other side, Father Sisen began to control the airflow around him, while Jin Jiang kept her suitcase in front of her.

In a blink of an eye, these meteor shower-like bullets covered a ten-meter square centered on us at a terrible speed. I only heard the blasting sounds that were dense and nearly simultaneous. Jin Jiang and Cui Di slid the suitcase a few meters back, and Cui Di almost fell down to the ground because of this huge impact force, and the sides behind us Buildings also collapsed.

The salvo lasted three times, and when stopped, a security guard crawling like a gecko appeared in front of the street and on top of the building. They stretched their necks and looked at us with that human face like a dead face, as if wondering why we had not died.

"Throw all the incendiary bombs over," I said to Gregia.

She followed suit. I also threw all the incendiary bombs on my body towards the six security guards. When all the incendiary bombs left my hands, I didn't care whether Gregia had finished shooting, and grabbed her to enter the explosive state again. Because of this aggressive action, the security guard will be listed as the first target. Probably because the data of the last battle was not archived in the safety network system, these security guards did not seem to have accepted the lessons of their previous companions. This is good news for me.

I easily avoided the bullets they fired from six directions. When a part of the incendiary bombs were exploded in the air, the rapidly spreading smoke once again formed a wall that blocked the sight.

I took this opportunity to hide Gregia in the ruins of a building. These collapsed buildings are safer than those that did not collapse, because even if it is hit again, it will no longer produce huge rocks.

"If you are lucky, you won't be hit by stray bullets." I said to her this way, "They can't see you, but you have to be a little alert, don't stand in the direction of the bullet."

Gregia nodded clearly.

I turned and left, and Gregia suddenly grabbed my corner. I looked back unclearly. I saw her holding her fist hard and said to me, "Come on!"

After I smiled, I ran away from the other direction. Not far from this ruin, Cui Di was carrying a pistol and hid in another ruin. She noticed this and nodded her head. I knew she was the same Notice Gregia's position. In the front, Father Sisen has taken over my task, using a strong rotating air to encircle a large piece of rock, tables, chairs, plates, and other small objects, throwing his head at the six security guards. Omi had jumped on the roof while the security guard attacked Father Sisen, and broke into the smoke in the front. After a while, he heard a harsh cutting sound, and then a beheaded security guard came from the roof. Fell down.

Afterwards, the gradually spread thin smoke was completely blown away by the strong wind blown by Father Sisen. It can be seen that the three security guards have turned their guns. In a violent blue light, Omi raised her suitcase to block her body. Under the heavy impact, her body has been sliding backwards and almost fell to the house. On the top, the house collapsed because of the fierce firepower, and the river fell with the collapsed roof.

It was still too reluctant to deal with the shootings of three security guards with one person's strength.

After the fall of the near river, the three security guards still fired at the ruins, until Triddy's gunshot sounded from there, before turning his eyes to this side. Father Sisen fought with two other security guards, and the closer the wind was, the stronger the wind. These winds rolled up debris and became visually observable. In the battlefield centered on Father Sissen and two security guards, the direction of the airflow changed a lot. If the non-security guards deeply buckled their fingers into the ground, it would seem to be blown go. In that environment, even bullets with great penetrating power were disturbed, and only Father Sisen could move forward and backward freely. Before they can resolve these messy airflow patterns, they can't harm Father Sissen.

The three security guards attracted by Tracy's shooting seemed to be considering whether to hunt down Tracy or join the terrible wind storm. They stayed in place for about two or three seconds. During this time, it was enough for me to attack them and reverse their attention.

Father Sisen didn't create the big bang of the last battle, but he created a terrible wind. For the first time, I realized that the superpowers of the three-level Mageweave messenger could achieve this degree. I don't know if this is Father Sisen's greatest strength. Before, he only did two things: take us to escape and cover us. I guess he just wants us to adapt to the life of the ruling bureau as soon as possible, but he seems ready to take out the real skills of the senior.

I no longer moved forward against the hurricane blown by Father Sisen. Even if I walked on the edge of the wind zone, I could feel the messy and huge pulling force, and I fell down accidentally. If the body is too light, it will also be sucked in by the wind. The three security guards also seemed to realize that shooting through this wind zone would lose sight, so they began to jump along the edge of the wind zone. They were divided into two teams, and the buildings on both sides of the street rushed towards me. The target must be Tweetie hiding behind me, in addition to me.

One of them jumped to the ruin where the previous river collapsed, suddenly stepped and collapsed on the ground. Its hind limbs were trapped in the rubble of the ruins, and it seemed to be caught by something. While it was struggling, the chainsaw burst out of the ground and pressed its neck from below. In a splash of sparks, it constantly twisted its neck and tried to get rid of the shackles, but the body repeatedly fell down, and there was a force pulling it. The scene is almost like watching a horror movie, and this security guard is an unexpected character. If it has human emotions, it will be terrified. It soon saw no trace, and a second later, the head was thrown from below.

This happened quickly, and the other two security guards who focused on me and Tracy did not respond at all. When they learned about the death of their companions through the safety network system, Tracy shot again. This time, because of the turbulent airflow, the bullet did not hit the target.

I also took out the pistol for aiming. The standard pistol bullets were all handed over to Tracy, but this pistol could use a special bullet. This is the weapon that Eight Scenes prepared for me through some improper means. These bullets are as long as one finger. The matching magazine can be loaded with twelve rounds at a time. It is pressed in through the extended rear compartment and looks like a rifle.

It is said that this bullet has a terrible penetration. I haven't tried it.

I don't know if this special bullet can penetrate the security guard. Because he felt the violent airflow around him, he could not lock these security guards. I almost gave up, but even if it broke into a state where I could n’t use the folding knife to pry open the turtle shell of the security guard, I could n’t hunt the security guard like Omi.

All I can do is attract firepower. I did well before, but now I want to kill one by myself.

There was an idea circling in my mind. I once saw a saying that two bullets can be used for the things that a bullet can't do, and two or more bullets can be superimposed together to form an extraordinary. Penetration. This is like a dream. However, there seems to be a voice in my mind:

My bullet has no dead ends.

It was like a spell, spanning the time and space of the world, and I whispered involuntarily: "My bullet has no dead ends."

The familiar sensation spread again in the muscles, blood vessels and nerves, just like when I entered an explosive state, allowing me to swing the folding knife at high speed. This is what I have said and done. When is it? Gaochuan on the last world line?

I already have the experience to give everything to the body and let the feeling of the body guide my movements. It's just that this time the guidance is stronger and deeper than when wielding the knife. The power from deep inside the body changes not only movement, but also seems to change the more essential things that make up the body-such as cells and nerves.

I seem to be able to feel the current-like things flowing through it. At first it was just one, and in a moment it became two, three, four ... countless current-like things rose up along the same track of the circuit board, filled with This amazing majestic splendor, as if to burst out of the momentum.

The tumultuous world of war has become quiet at this moment, and it seems to have entered an explosive state, but it seems not. In this strange state, everything in the field of vision not only becomes slow, but also extremely clear. Even the fine dust seems to be magnified by an invisible magnifying glass, which outlines the outline of only lines in my mind. In this structure diagram, I can feel how even if it is a particle of dust, how they will move, what kind of interference they will receive, what they will hit, and they will change their trajectory under the reaction force.

The extremely amazing world is like a picture scroll spreading in my mind. I felt extremely hot, and my cerebral blood vessels seemed to explode. The blood flowing in the blood vessels seemed not to be blood, but dark red magma.

Chain judgment-this term emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"My bullet has no dead ends." I replied instinctively again.

The body naturally moves, not just swinging the arm macroscopically, adjusting the standing posture, every muscle is performing cumbersome operations with a range that cannot be observed with the naked eye. It's like going deep into the inside of a machine, each gear, tie rod and track are readjusting their position and shape to get a more precise effect.

This kind of fine touch reached the end, the trigger of the finger reflexively, the gunshots continued to sound, and all 12 bullets were shot in one breath. Then change the magazine and shoot, then change the magazine and shoot again.

Three times in a row, a total of 36 bullets.

Chain judgment, rear-end shooting.

At the moment of shooting, I understood that no matter the wind force or the debris fluttering in the wind, there is no power to interfere with these bullets, or that all the interfering forces are regarded as regulating forces, Assist these twelve bullets in the way I expected to hit the selected security guard with the strongest force at the end of the flight.

Hearing the almost continuous sound of hitting, the security guard's head tilted back slightly. The first shot hit its forehead, the second shot immediately hit the back of the first shot, then the third shot, the fourth shot ... as if it was hitting a nail.

The security guard was finally paralyzed on the ground. Under the power of 36 rounds of rear-end collisions, its head was penetrated.

This result did not cause his companions to hesitate. Another security guard penetrated the ground with great strength with his limbs and approached me steadily. Then, the muzzle hidden in its mouth radiated a blue light.

At the same time it attacks, the world's operation becomes more sluggish, like it is stirring the heavy mud. I think I'm already in an explosive state, or rather, a secondary explosive state. The needle-shaped bullets, which were still fast, also became slow.

These bullets did not completely get rid of the wind disturbance, but if I stayed in place, I would still be hit by five of them. Nevertheless, driven by my body's instincts, I still stood and pulled the trigger.

Shooting the empty magazine again, the twelve bullets accurately hit the twelve needle-shaped bullets, and then reflected in a state that resembled a water drop and resembled a bouncy ball, and collided with each other. Before they reach the end point, in the structure diagram in their minds, these extremely delicate trajectories have already merged a little, right on their foreheads.

I changed the magazine and fired. After a total of 36 bullets, the security guard fell down.

After that, the strange feeling subsided like the tide. It seems that the overheated and extremely fevered brain can finally stop ~ www.readwn.com ~ Neither nerves, muscles, blood vessels, or even internal organs An extremely weak feeling came. I exhaled deeply and found that the breath was clearly white and misty.

I couldn't stand, and had to kneel on the ground, almost thinking that I would die from exhaustion at any time. My field of vision began to be stained with red, and the feeling of explosion made me feel like I was almost blind, and everything in the field of vision was rotating, and a huge roar filled my ears.

I can't see clearly, nor can I hear the sound, as if I'm in a weightless universe, unable to distinguish between up, down, left, and right.

I think this is troublesome.

However, the situation was not as bad as I thought, and there was a pair of hands that started to lift me up beside me. When I swing my head, it feels like there is a thread pulling to move. The red vision shows a blurry outline, which seems to be Omi.

"Huh ..." She said something, but I couldn't hear it at all.

I snuggled in her arms like this, quietly waiting for the end of all this.

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