Super Gene Optimization Fluid (Super Gene Optimization Solution)

Chapter 315: The power of dust

In the operating room, Xia Fei was lying on the bed under general anesthesia, and brain surgeon Qin Fang was skillfully operating with a laser scalpel.

At the height of technology reaching the Pan-Human Alliance, machines have largely replaced manual labor, especially in such complex brain surgeries. Flexible robotic arms are far more precise than human manual operations, and the doctor's main responsibility has also shifted from performing The surgeon becomes the operator of the device.

It stands to reason that machines have the potential to completely replace doctors, but machines lack the important link of intelligent systems. Due to human beings' fear of highly intelligent robots, all mechanical assistants are in a semi-automatic operating state. They can only act according to human requirements. During the operation, it is impossible to subjectively judge the physiological state of the person being operated on, so a doctor is required to monitor the operation.

It is said that surgeries in the ancient Ming Dynasty were completely handed over to robots. They have been faithfully serving mankind for tens of thousands of years. Just when people have become accustomed to treating robots as relatives in their own lives, these machines suddenly betrayed, and the epic prosperity The ancient human civilization was also wiped out.

Robots born from human hands are like human sons. It is simply an unimaginable tragedy for a son to kill his father. Perhaps the Human Alliance hates robots so much because they loved them too deeply.

Xia Fei lost consciousness and allowed Qin Fang to open its skull. This situation was extremely dangerous for a warrior. A real warrior would not lose control of the surrounding environment at any time and leave his life to Someone else’s hand.

Of course Xia Fei knew this very well. He placed a spiritual thread around him that was completely imperceptible to the naked eye as his remaining consciousness. If a crisis came, this spiritual thread could notify Xia Fei immediately and force his brain to recover from anesthesia. Come to life.

For ordinary people, this kind of subtle control of the mind is simply impossible, but for a high-level psychic warrior like Xia Fei who has received professional training and has fully opened his seventh brain domain, it is not difficult at all.

Besides, ghosts are also wandering around. Although this immortal soul is not sensitive to environmental changes, it can observe the fluctuations of energy and mental power in detail. The two perceptions are used together to complement each other.

Xia Fei would do the same thing while sleeping and never make any mistakes, but this time he underestimated the dangers around him.

No form, no smell, no energy fluctuations.

Mingming, a form that Xia Fei didn't understand at all was slowly approaching.

Xia Fei's head was opened and his nervous system went into deep anesthesia. He was like a soldier without weapons. It is not difficult to imagine that if he was attacked at this time, he would only be beaten passively.

Silently, a delicate butterfly knife opened and deftly pulled out several flowers in the air. The knife was not big, but it revealed a thrilling and chilling aura.

Guiying, Xia Fei, Qin Fang, no one noticed the approaching death, because no one thought that he would sneak in in such an unbelievable way.

His body has long been turned into small molecules, mixed with the air, and even the knife in his hand is just a tiny amount of undetectable dust.

He looked fragile, as if a gust of wind would blow him thousands of miles away.

But he is very dangerous, even if he is transformed into a mote of dust, he cannot stop his unique coldness.

The biggest crisis is the crisis that no one can detect. Xia Fei can't remember who said this, but now he is surrounded by such a crisis, getting closer and closer.

Mote, a special ability that turns the body into dust.

When he was on Earth, Xia Fei once read an article about how people found a corpse inside the wall of Muzhuo Temple in Tibet during the renovation. This corpse came from a great lama who practiced Tibetan Buddhism Tantra. It was strange. What's strange is that his body was scattered, and every cell in his body was tightly integrated with the wall, making it completely impossible to distinguish which ones were stones and which ones were lamas.

Scientists have only one guess about this. This lama has mastered the secret technique of turning his body into tiny molecules. At that time, he turned his body into dust and was about to cross the thick stone wall. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, he suddenly lost his focus. The control of the body, the whole person remains in stone forever.

Xia Fei was young at that time and did not believe that such an unbelievable event could be real. Who would have thought that so many years later, Xia Fei actually encountered a killer with the power of dust and Xia Fei himself was undergoing surgery. , completely losing the ability to resist

The butterfly knife continued to fly in his hand, and the killer came like the wind, leaving no trace at all.

With just a thought, the hand knife will turn into an entity and land deeply on Xia Fei's most deadly vital parts. This is the terrifying part of the dust's power. It seems to be there or not, and it can decompose the objects around him at any time. , and can be restored to its original appearance at any time.

With an inadvertent glance from the corner of his eye, the killer realized that there was something strange in Xia Fei's head. There was a not-so-obvious mark on his cerebellum and brainstem. If you look carefully with a magnifying glass, you would find that it was a star, a black star, two stars. A ring of Tao stars surrounds it.

"Huh?" the killer exclaimed. Of course, no one could hear his voice.

The killer shook his head helplessly, with a slight smile on his lips.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it." The killer said to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the killer exited the room like a breeze, leaving no trace. Xia Fei on the operating table had never realized that he had just walked outside the Rashomon Gate until now.

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In the blink of an eye, the killer turned into a breeze and flew out of the wall, drifting into the distance like desert sand.

In the dark narrow alley, a few lazy stray cats lay in the trash cans looking for food. Unfortunately, in this slum area, even humans have difficulty filling their stomachs, and there are only a handful of discarded food, so these cats Most of them are skinny and have dull hair.

The killer looked around with his eyes, and when he saw no one was around, he revealed his true face.

Just like a scene in a science fiction movie, the air was solidifying, forming a transparent person. Soon, the colors began to become brighter, and a young man in his twenties appeared in this alley without any warning.

Whistling in his mouth and playing with the delicate butterfly knife, the young man stepped away and walked towards the intersection as if nothing had happened.

His steps were very light, without even the slightest sound, and there was a frivolous smile on his face.

I have to say that this young man is very handsome. Although he is a man, he has an appearance that makes most women jealous. When he smiles, he has shallow dimples on his cheeks. If he were to put on a girl's attire, he would definitely look good. It can charm thousands of people of the same sex.

There was a young man wearing a crisp suit at the intersection. The pure woolen suit he wore was worth a lot of money, but it seemed a bit unusual to appear in such a simple slum. You must know that the people who live here may not be able to buy this suit even if they work hard all their lives. sleeve.

He wore a dark round hat with a low brim, covering half of his face. His body was leaning lazily in the corner. There were few places in the slums that were clean, but this man didn't care about himself. It seems that all he cares about whether an expensive suit will be stained is whether it is comfortable to stand, and other things are not considered.

The extremely delicate young man passed by the young man in an expensive suit. Neither of them glanced at each other, just like all the dull-looking passers-by on the street.

Whoosh~

Suddenly, the butterfly knife in the young man's hand moved

Like a burst of electricity, the blade of the knife grazed the young man's face and sank into the wall. The sound was very soft, like cutting on tofu. From this, it can be seen that the knife as delicate as his was by no means a toy, but a sharp weapon that could kill people without blood.

"Are you following me?" The young man slowly took back the knife and said with a chuckle.

"I don't need to follow you, because stray cats like slums best." The young man said with his head lowered. Even when the blade was less than a millimeter away from his face, he didn't panic at all. Now he is even more terrifyingly calm.

"Didn't succeed?" the young man asked.

The young man chuckled and asked curiously: "How do you know?"

"Because your knife doesn't smell like blood."

The young man curled his lips, raised his arm slightly, and the butterfly knife slipped into his sleeve and disappeared like magic.

Putting his hands into his coat pockets, the young man was leaning against the wall like the old man, except that the old man lowered his head, while the young man was looking at the scorching sun above his head.

"I never leave blood behind when I kill," the young man said calmly.

The young man said calmly: "Believe me, as long as it is a killing knife, it will leave its own smell of blood."

The young man was overjoyed, "After all these years, you are still as stubborn as before."

The young man shook his head, "I am the same as before, but the stray cat has turned into Mu Xiaodao."

The young man said proudly: "Mu Xiaodao is a good name. I chose it myself."

The young man sighed, "I still like that stray cat."

"What's the difference? The stray cat uses a butterfly two-edged knife, and Mu Xiaodao also uses a butterfly two-edged knife."

"The stray cat only wants money but not money, but Mu Xiaodao only wants money but not life."

The young man was silent for a while, and then showed a bright smile, "You will get tired of killing too many people. Now I am more interested in money. Besides, didn't you also work as a watchdog for that person? So you We have both changed, the little eight-dog has become a watchdog, and the stray cat has become a lucky cat. No one is better than the other. "

"The Li family, I'm going to the Li family." The young man said in a deep voice, "You'd better remember this name."

The young man smiled disapprovingly and said, "I like Jin Buhuan, but I don't like the Li family."

"Whether you like it or not, they are your employers this time. If you take other people's money, you have to help them eliminate disasters."

"I know." The young man whistled frivolously to a young woman passing by on the street, scaring the woman into running away.

"Knowing that you still let Xia Fei go?" The young man said helplessly. He raised his head and looked at the young man beside him, his mustache fluttering slightly at the corners of his mouth.

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