The bullet with the scorching wind appeared directly in He Ao's field of vision.
At this moment, it was too late to dodge. He Ao's brain was working quickly. In this moment, Hyper-memory established a model of the bullet's movement and simulated the trajectory of the bullet.
He Ao suddenly lifted Short Sword and blocked it in front of him.
Click——
The fiery bullets were splashed and hit the wall.
At this moment, He Ao also raised his head and began to move quickly along the room.
Aiming takes time. In a short period of time, rapid and irregular movements will interrupt the opponent's aiming rhythm.
At the same time, he began to quickly compare the scene in the room at this moment with the scene in his memory.
The body moved because the knife was removed from the body, which is normal.
There are blood stains on the ground, the blood stains left by the "assassin" just now. This is normal.
The table moved. The sniper rifle just fell on the ground and hit the table. This is normal.
There is someone behind you, that person is always there, this is normal.
Bang——
Another shot came from behind, and this time He Ao, who was moving at high speed, dodged the shot.
He frowned.
So, what's the problem?
Everything in this house West Capital is fine, so where will the assassin be hiding?
Is he really invisible?
What kind of special ability is this?
While He Ao was thinking, in the direction he was heading, a shadow slowly pulled out a silver dagger from his waist and leaned towards his back.
No, that's not right!
Something is wrong,
He Ao stopped, and the silver dagger slowly stretched toward his neck from behind.
Go short, go short.
Fighting will only change things around you, but it is impossible to add or subtract something out of thin air.
The scene recorded by Hyper-memory and all the details of the entire room began to play back in He Ao's mind.
From the moment he entered the room, it was like a movie scene, frame by frame being intercepted and compared frame by frame.
Under such a high-intensity calculation, even He Ao felt slightly dizzy.
The scene in my mind changes rapidly, from He Ao entering the room, talking to the assassin, to fighting, to the assassin disappearing.
At this moment, He Ao's memory came to a halt.
The moment the assassin disappeared, a figure suddenly appeared in the room. He couldn't tell who the figure was. His sensibility told him that the existence of this figure was logical and he didn't need to worry about it.
But "he" is indeed an "extra" thing.
The sharp dagger had already passed over He Ao's shoulder, and the sharp blade slowly passed around the dark hood and hooked towards He Ao's neck under the mask.
It is about to pierce He Ao's carotid artery, and the bright red blood will bloom like a prosperous peony.
Bang——
At this moment, the silver sword tip blocked the sharp blade.
Black Shadow behind him wanted to cross the tip of the sword with force, but at that moment, his mind went blank.
Mental Interference,
He Ao pushed the sharp dagger away, and the silver Short Sword danced like a sword flower in his hand, turning into a backhand sword.
When all possible outcomes are eliminated, the remaining outcome, no matter how improbable, is the answer.
This "safe" figure is the enemy.
The light of the sword passed through He Ao's armpit in an instant, followed immediately by the dull sound of the sharp sword tip penetrating into flesh.
"Ah!!!"
He Ao exerted force and retreated quickly, all the strength of his body acting on his arms.
Black Shadow, who had just woken up from Mental Interference, was hit by He Ao's body and flew backwards before he could react.
Bang——
Black Shadow was mounted on the wall by He Ao. The sharp sword blade quickly passed through his body, and bright red blood spattered on He Ao's arm.
Like peonies in full bloom.
He Ao let go of the hilt of the sword, took a few steps forward, and turned around.
The somewhat thin assassin stared at He Ao with wide eyes. Short Sword penetrated his chest and nailed him to the wall like a rag doll.
He seemed unable to understand how He Ao could see through him.
He struggled and stretched out his hand towards He Ao, trying to grab He Ao. In the end, his movements became slower and slower until they stopped.
His arms dropped limply.
From Hyper-memory's perspective, his soul began to gradually dissipate.
Totally dead.
He Ao breathed a sigh of relief and closed Hyper-memory.
A huge feeling of fatigue swept over him instantly.
He Ao leaned against the wall with difficulty, took out three silver test tubes from his waist, and poured them into his mouth.
After drinking these three bottles, he took a rest, and when the fatigue gradually subsided, he drank another one.
The battle with the assassin lasted only a few dozen seconds, but during this period he used Mental Interference three times, and also used Hyper-memory overload for memory comparison.
This is the strong D-Rank in its complete state, which is completely different from the Slanka who just make up the numbers.
He Ao was not injured this time, but the reason why he was not injured was not because he was strong enough to kill the assassin without any injuries.
Instead, the opponent focused on killing with one blow, and every time it was a killing move, he was able to prevent it.
The last ability that affects common sense and reason and achieves the "invisibility" effect is indeed a bit scary. If He Ao had not owned Hyper-memory, he might have really died here.
After recovering some mental and physical strength, He Ao walked to the dead assassin.
The assassin was relatively thin and looked like an ordinary haggard middle-aged man. His head was lowered and he looked at He Ao with wide eyes.
He Ao took a picture of the entire room with Bracelet, then reached out and wiped his eyelids down.
After this, He Ao began to check his Combat Suit and the things he carried.
Combat Suit is of good quality, but it's a pity that it was punctured. If I had known, I would have punctured my neck just now, and I was careless.
Pistol, worthless.
Mithril test tube, empty? This guy is so poor.
He Ao flipped it up and down, and finally discovered that the most valuable items were actually the Gauss Sniper Rifle that fell there at the beginning, and a box of eight high-explosive bullets that went with the sniper rifle.
He took off his cloak and soaked it in the hotel sink. This one had too much blood on it and needed to be washed.
It is best to use cold water to clean blood stains. Hot water will denature and coagulate the proteins in the blood, making it difficult to clean.
While the cloak was soaking, He Ao wiped the Gauss Sniper Rifle, then disassembled it into parts and put them into the sniper rifle Suitcase that the assassin had placed in the corner.
After loading it, he went out the door and took back the big box that he had hidden in the alley.
He then put the assassin's body into a box lined with a tarpaulin. In the process, he dug out a badge from the assassin's inner pocket.
It was a silver wolf head badge.
When taking out the badge, He Ao paused and opened his Combat Suit. There was also an identical inner pocket in this Combat Suit inherited from Roy's father.
This kind of inner bag is not standard with Combat Suit. It is specially customized and is not included in Combat Suit of Federal Bureau of Investigation.
He Ao put this special Silver Wolf Badge into the inner bag of his Combat Suit.
Just right.
Same path, similar Combat Suit.
It seems that this Silver Wolf Badge is the emblem of some kind of organization.
He Ao Covered the box, zipped it up, and washed the soaked cloak. After washing away most of the blood stains, the remaining blood stains were inconspicuous.
After everything was packed up, He Ao picked up Walkie-Talkie which was placed on the table.
This kind of Walkie-Talkie usually has a recording function. He Ao pressed the record button and said softly,
"Mr. Christos, see you at the coffee shop at the back door of our machinery factory."
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"We often say that hard work will be rewarded, and the more you do, the more you get, but Dawn City what is the reality?"
"Everyone here, you work more than twelve hours a day, but the income you earn is barely enough for food and clothing. Your wealth is used to pay rent, pay Credit Card interest, and pay all kinds of inexplicable expenses."
"He who makes bread eats only the poorest bread, he who makes shoes wears out his own shoes, and he who builds houses pays a high price to live in other people's houses."
"People who sell Contraband Drug and engage in the red light district business get rich, while talented people die in bed due to poverty and illness."
"He who produces nothing has everything; he who produces everything has nothing."
"Is this your ideal Dawn City? Is this the life you want to have? Is this the dawn that the original builders of Dawn City wanted to see?"
"Why can't we get higher wages? Why can't we own the products we produce? Why can't we get compensation that matches our labor?"
"If I become the mayor, I will raise the minimum wage, close or even take over some illegal factories, reduce working hours, and reduce taxes on ordinary people - and this part of the vacant taxes will be made up by the wealthy and consortium, and they will even pay more."
"These taxes will be used to establish public health care and public education."
"In the future, everyone will be able to get remuneration commensurate with their labor, your debts will be reduced, your work and life will get better, you can afford medical treatment, and your children will receive better education."
"No one will die because they cannot call an ambulance, there will be no orphans wandering on the streets, and every child will receive books and milk."
"This is my promise to you, and I will use my life to fulfill it. The morning light will eventually turn back into the morning light of the Morning Light People people!"
"So," Christos raised his right hand high,
"Let's turn Dawn City into what her designer originally intended!!
Let us take back the morning light that belongs to everyone!!!
Let us take back the reward that is rightfully ours!!! "
"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"
"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"
There was a roaring response from the entire avenue. Everyone raised their right hands and shouted together with the man on the podium.
He Ao glanced at the scene of roaring mountains and tsunami, dragged his suitcase and walked past the edge of the crowd.
At this time, a Security Personnel passed through the dense and noisy crowd and handed a blood-stained Walkie-Talkie to Christos.