Throwing Knives That Could Turn!

They had no power to resist a gunman with a pistol.

Just as the five men were trembling with fear, and the gunman was about to go around the bookshelf to hunt down those poor prey, a silver light suddenly Speed out from behind him. His smile, which was about to find his prey, froze on his face. He involuntarily lowered his head, only to see a silver light fly out from his chest, draw an arc in front of him, and then fly back.

He wanted to turn his head to see what that silver light was, but all his strength had been drained away in that short moment. His crazed eyes gradually lost their luster, and he finally collapsed to the ground. Bright red blood gushed from the wound that pierced his chest and back, quickly pooling on the ground into a pool of blood, just like the people he had killed before.

The five people huddled behind the bookshelf were startled when they heard the sound of a body falling to the ground outside. After a long while, there was still no movement until the pool of blood crossed the bookshelf and spread in front of them. Their eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Finally, one of the men, unable to bear the torment any longer, mustered his courage and cautiously peeked out. He saw the ruthless gunman lying in a pool of blood. He looked around but found nothing.

Did he accidentally slip and fall, and kill himself?

Just as An Ran and the other two were An Ran discussing the Super Hero "BLACK MAN," a flash of black light appeared, and "Iron Man," who had just left, reappeared beside them.

"Alright, all the gunmen have been dealt with. You can just stay here and wait for the police to arrive."

The deep, magnetic voice rang out again.

Upon hearing this, all three understood the implication in Chen Mo's words. Zhang Xin and Xu Qing quickly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Mo's arms, looking up at Chen Mo pitifully.

"Uncle! You're leaving already?"

"Waaah, don't go!"

Seeing the two little girls pretending to cry, Chen Mo smiled and withdrew his arm, patting their heads. Feeling the warm, hard hand brushing against their heads, the two little girls couldn't help but squint their eyes.

Looking at the two little girls who had transformed into kittens, An Ran shook her head helplessly. Looking at the towering figure in front of her, who was almost two heads taller than her, An Ran expressed her heartfelt gratitude.

"Thank you for saving us!"

Chen Mo turned to look at An Ran and nodded gently.

"It's nothing, alright, I'm leaving now!"

An Ran seeing this, An Ran quickly pressed for an answer.

What should we say if the police ask us?

Chen Mo glanced at the gunman he had kicked to death in the pile of books and said indifferently.

"Just say you were hiding under the table the whole time and didn't see clearly, and tell the truth about the rest."

Before the three could say anything to persuade him to stay, Chen Mo's figure disappeared again.

Chen Mo is no longer as cautious as he used to be, and he hides all his abilities very well now.

Now he has the confidence to use his abilities at will. If it weren't to reduce the trouble for the three women, he wouldn't have bothered to ask them to keep it a secret for him. So what if they find out? Deadpool has already appeared, why would he need another new Super Hero?

Chen Mo easily took down two brainless gunmen and then went straight back to the Castle to continue training his telekinesis.

The telekinetic control of the Throwing Knife worked well; it was much more convenient than firing it directly with his hand. It could also automatically retract and continuously attack, making it virtually invincible within the ten-meter range of telekinesis.

However, Chen Mo was somewhat dissatisfied with the range of this telekinetic power. Ten meters was not a short distance. Centered on him, an area of more than 300 square meters was within his attack range. It was basically enough for use indoors, but if used outdoors on the street or on the battlefield, ten meters was not as far as the coverage of a pistol.

It's necessary to find a way to improve mental strength and expand the range of mental power. It doesn't need to be much; if it's a hundred meters, Chen Mo feels that he'll be about the same as the sword immortals in fantasy novels.

What is the concept of a blade storm within a hundred-meter range? It must have the destructive power of a tactical nuclear weapon!

Moreover, it's a storm of blades made of indestructible Adamantium throwing knives, capable of turning even a nuclear fortification into ruins!

However, although Chen Mo can currently control up to a dozen Throwing Knife to attack at the same time, the more knives there are, the worse his control over each individual Throwing Knife becomes, and he can't achieve the level of perfect control. In terms of precise control, he can currently only control a maximum of three Throwing Knife.

Of course, with Chen Mo's regular training, this number continues to increase.

Neither strengthening mental power nor training control ability can be resolved in a short time. Chen Mo then looked forward to the next world he would travel to, hoping that there would be a way to improve his mental power.

However, Chen Mo knew in his heart that the chances of this were not high. Based on his experience of transmigrating several times, there were very few ways to improve mental strength. But Chen Mo was not in a hurry. He had one chance to transmigrate every month, and each time he could choose from three worlds. Sooner or later he would encounter a world where he could improve his mental strength.

After Chen Mo finished his cameo Super Hero and took down two mentally unstable the Joker, he returned to the Castle to continue his secluded training in "Flying Sword Technique." Meanwhile, An Ran and the An Ran two women who had escaped death, as well as the people Chen Mo had rescued in the library, were "rescued" by the belated police!

David, the chief detective who had been working until the early hours of the morning and had completely cracked the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bio theft case, was catching up on sleep at home when his cell phone suddenly rang, waking him from his dream of a promotion and a raise.

With his eyes closed and a furious expression on his face, he fumbled for his phone on the low table beside the bed, ready to answer the call and give his subordinate a good scolding for interrupting his sweet dream. But through the crack in his eyelids, the name displayed on the phone screen made his anger vanish instantly. He even lost his grip on the phone, causing it to fall to the ground.

"Smack!"

Ignoring the sting from the phone hitting his face, David hurriedly grabbed it back from his face, sprang up on the soft bed, and instantly lost all sleepiness, answering the call with a serious expression.

"Chief!"

"Get out of bed right now! Get your men to the Los Angeles City Library within ten minutes! There's just been a shooting there!"

David's expression changed upon hearing this. Damn it!

After hanging up the phone, David quickly got out of bed and hurriedly put on his clothes while contacting his subordinates who had been busy until late last night and were mostly catching up on sleep after he gave them a day off.