If I said I'd smash a huge lump onto your head, I meant it
Although he knew there was an ambush nearby, Feng Xue searched the area for a long time but found no clues. While this might have been partly why he dared not approach, he was certain that the people lying in ambush nearby were not simple individuals.
This is certainly not comparable to those guys who used ATMs to scam people.
Feng Xue frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and ultimately did not dare to enter directly.
A suit allows him to blend into his surroundings, but that doesn't mean he won't be attacked. As an escaped convict, it's normal to be near the exit, but no matter how normal it is, it doesn't stop the guards from shooting you.
However, not entering didn't mean he couldn't probe. He chose a suitable angle, made a casting animation with both hands as if grabbing the cloak, ensuring he could Ghostly Evasion at any time, and then activated the skill.
Misty Field.
The fine white mist spread out in a very short time, forming a cylindrical fog zone with a radius of fifty meters and a height of five meters.
As the mist rose, the once quiet street suddenly became noisy. Thanks to her enhanced hearing from her Internal Force, Feng Xue could sense many footsteps.
The knowledge granted by the Assassin's Tag includes the technique of judging the enemy's movements by the sound of footsteps. Although Feng Xue lacks practical experience in this area, she can still make some judgments by guessing and inference.
"The heavy footsteps followed immediately by light steps must have resulted from someone jumping out from somewhere. The synchronized steps are a sign that a hidden person has appeared. The sound of plastic being overturned is probably from cover such as a trash can. The conversation and faint radio waves indicate that there is likely a lookout monitoring the area."
After making the judgment, Feng Xue immediately pulled out her cloak, briefly entering "Ghost Form" and leaving her original position. If a lookout had been observing this place, he would have noticed the center of the fog.
Having realized this, Feng Xue did the opposite, using the sounds in the fog to walk towards the door.
Silently counting down to thirty seconds, Feng Xue suddenly stopped and rushed to a corner. As he re-entered Ghost Form, the dense fog dissipated.
The once empty street was now filled with people, who were holding guns and warily surveying their surroundings. In particular, there were seven or eight gun barrels pointed at the spot where Feng Xue had just opened the fog, which actually made Feng Xue feel relieved.
"Fortunately, this unit has good Combat Power and military skills, but they probably lack experience in fighting against Supernatural Ability." Feng Xue pondered, but did not hesitate to activate the Misty Field again.
This time, however, Feng Xue did not approach the door again, but instead walked directly towards a nearby squad.
In the current situation, it's still possible to directly access the door, but there's absolutely no time for him to slowly retrieve the Phantom Object placed in the Golden Cabinet. And who knows when he'll encounter the door again, or even if it will appear in this city.
He could give up other things, even the Disassembly Madonna and the Gynomorphic Filter, but he had to get back the original of the Butian Ge Secret Manual (Note ①), because he also wanted to know whether the improvement he had made to the techniques he had already learned would affect the Phantom Object itself.
In addition, the Storage Bag is also an item that must be retrieved. Although it has some limitations, it is still necessary to use it when there are no other Storage Item available.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Xue opened her mouth and pulled out Unspeakable Rod-shaped Object. Although theoretically she could put it in her pocket, Feng Xue chose to hide it in her mouth to ensure she could retrieve it under any circumstances.
The assassin's silent footsteps blended with the thick fog. In five seconds, Feng Xue arrived near a group of people. These people were highly skilled in tactics, maintaining a back-to-back formation of three in the fog, making it seem like there was almost no angle for a sneak attack.
But that's only what it appears to be.
Knowing that time was running out, Feng Xue flicked his arms, and a shadow cloak enveloped his body. In a state of Ghostly Evasion, he vanished and reappeared in an instant.
The soldier holding the submachine gun only saw a blur before a man in formal attire appeared in front of him!
"Enemy--"
"Duang--"
Before the warning shout had even faded and before the trigger could be pulled, a red-headed Holy Sword of physics had already struck him precisely in the neck.
With her expertise in human anatomy, Feng Xue applied force with perfect precision, effectively depriving her opponent of the ability to move.
Whether the soldier's fate was merely a fractured cervical spine or complete paralysis was beyond Feng Xue's control.
Since you've come here, you must have been prepared to lose your life, right?!
A body fell, and his teammate, who was back to back with him, immediately turned around. But by then, Feng Xue had already pulled up her cloak again. In the eyes of the two soldiers, Feng Xue seemed to suddenly turn into a wisp of black smoke. Then, they felt a pain in their necks, and their vision went dark.
Having defeated three enemies, Feng Xue was not complacent. The Misty Field could only last for thirty seconds, and the maximum number of uses was ten. After exceeding this number, she had to rest to replenish her uses.
He has now used it twice, in other words --
You have four minutes left to operate.
No, perhaps even shorter!
The moment the three squad members went missing, the others were alerted, and their previously scattered footsteps almost instantly became synchronized.
Feng Xue could clearly sense that they were moving towards that door, which gave him a headache.
"Conservatively speaking, there are still thirty people. Whether their guns are loaded with live bullets or rubber bullets, it doesn't matter to me."
Feng Xue slightly gathered her qi, allowing her Internal Force to circulate within her body. The Phantom Object dress could provide some bulletproof protection, but it couldn't completely absorb the impact.
He pulled up his cloak, his eyes First Turn, and pulled something out of his bag. Judging the distance to the door, he casually grabbed the sidearm of the soldier he had just knocked down.
"9, 8, 7..." Feng Xue silently counted the time it took for the white mist to disappear, and silently began to summon the Golden Cabinet. At the same time, he raised his submachine gun, didn't aim, but directly pointed it at the door he sensed, and pulled the trigger.
"Da da da da da..."
A burst of bullets poured out, screams echoed, but at the same time, the sound of gunfire came from the other side.
Feng Xue raised his arm, using his sleeve to shield his face, and charged forward with his Internal Force. The dull pain from the rubber bullets hitting his body did not affect his movements at all.
With one second remaining before the fog dissipated, the Golden Cabinet reappeared in this world. Feng Xue was eight meters from the door when gunshots began to ring out behind her.
Then...
Feng Xue raised the grenade in her hand.
As the fog cleared, the soldiers guarding the gate finally saw the enemy they were chasing. Excluding the unfortunate ones hit in vital areas by rubber bullets, the rest immediately raised their guns, but...
"I'll treat you to some pineapple!"
With a loud shout, a loud "Duang!" was heard, and the leader fell to the ground clutching his head, a huge bump on his forehead that looked like something out of an animated film, flashing red.
However, by this time no one noticed the leader's miserable state; almost everyone saw the grenade spinning on the ground!
"Lie down!!!!"