Focus your thoughts on Black Seed, and the system displays: Chaos Seed--Chaos breeds order, order gives birth to life, and life creates miracles.
Well, this means that it is almost the same as whether it is there or not. Anyway, Mike can't see any clue. So let's leave it alone for now. It's in the conscious space anyway.
Mike packed a bunch of things into System Space, including food, supplies, tools, weapons... If the space wasn't too small, he wanted to stuff a motorcycle or a car inside.
"How to upgrade System Space? It's only one Cosmic Cube meter in total. It's really inconvenient."
In fact, what Mike really wants is not to install a means of transportation, although it is indeed convenient. However, more than convenience, he wants to "swipe" out a nuclear bomb from System Space when negotiations with others do not go well in the future.
"Well, now that I think about it, I have to find a way to build a nuclear bomb."
That picture... I can't help but drool just thinking about it.
At this time, it had been several hours since the release of Xuanhong, and no killers had launched an attack yet. It was not that there were no killers nearby, but that there were too many, and they were restraining each other - in order to kill Mike, they had to prevent others from killing Mike first, forming a delicate balance.
Mike is preparing to go out. If this place is regarded as a battlefield, Skye will only see ruins when he comes back.
Mike opened the door and threw an old piece of clothing out.
Bang...
Several gunshots were fired, and his clothes were fluttering left and right, and he stayed in the air for a long time.
Several flowers of blood suddenly burst out from nearby rooftops and apartments. It was not Mike who took action, but opened fire to expose their location. They left slowly and were killed by other killers.
The street fell into an eerie silence.
The killers who were lying in ambush fell into thinking, "If the target runs out, should I shoot? If I hit the target, I will probably be killed. If I have money, I will lose my life..."
At this time, the door of the supermarket opened, and Mike walked out generously. For a while, no one fired.
Of course, Mike uses Possession Card of Zoro, and Observation Haki is fully open, so be on guard.
S.H.I.E.L.D. combat command center.
Nick. Fury, Maria. Hill, Coulson, Natasha, Clint and S.H.I.E.L.D. core members gathered together.
Simmons and Fitz excitedly peeked at these legendary characters S.H.I.E.L.D. while operating the instruments.
"Little Curly, if you peek again, I will pluck out your eyes and stuff them into your vagina, do you understand?" Nick was not in a good mood. He was under great pressure at work, and he was bald but did not become stronger.
"Okay, okay..." Fitz was so shocked by Nick's "dominance" that he became incoherent.
"I mean, not only can you read it openly, but if you have a small book, you can also bring it over for us to sign."
"Really, really?" Fitz stared wide-eyed.
Nick slapped his forehead. "Can't you hear it? My tone of voice is not sarcastic enough? Do you need me to hold up a sign and write the word "sarcasm" on it?"
Good old man Coulson: "Director, please don't bully S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, the cute new graduate, okay?"
Nick stared. "You actually brought a newcomer to such an important occasion?"
Coulson said, "As for Mike's analysis, Fitz and Simmons did a good job." He added in his heart, "They are just too nerdy to be out in the field."
Coulson leaned forward, approached Black Widow, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Nick? You're so irritable?"
Black Widow pouted. "I don't know, I must be under a lot of pressure lately."
The satellite image after computer processing is very clear, and blackheads and acne are clearly visible after magnification.
"Why hasn't it started yet?" Nick asked, "Will the killer still stand in line and be humble, or should he have dinner first since it's dinner time?"
Clint analyzed. "The reward is too high, Mike has too little public information, and the killers are very cautious."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mike threw his clothes, and then there was a scene of the killers shooting each other in the head.
Clint said, "Look, this is what happens if you act rashly."
Next, Mike took to the streets carelessly.
Nick rubbed his eyes. "Is he crazy? He was exposed like this in the open space."
"Nick..." Coulson: "I mentioned in my report that Mike can block bullets from heavy sniper rifles. Ordinary bullets probably won't work."
"Ahem..." Nick blushed. He had indeed seen it in the report, but he was in such a bad mood... Fortunately, his face was dark, and the blush could not be seen with a magnifying glass.
"Report!" Fitz said suddenly.
"What's going on?"
"Just now, the target sent a signal, which is the real-time location information of the target itself."
Nick and Coulson looked at each other and had the same doubt. "What does Mike want to do?"
"Could he be asking for help? No, he refused S.H.I.E.L.D.'s help... Maybe Mike belongs to a mysterious organization, and the mysterious organization has many people like Mike, No, maybe Mike is just a super humanoid weapon produced by the assembly line. The purpose of the mysterious organization is..." Coulson imagined a history of the destruction of the earth, scaring himself to the point of breaking into a cold sweat.
Fitz Raise your hand.
Nick said impatiently, "You don't have to raise your hands like a student..."
"Yes, yes." Fitz said, "The tracking showed that the information sending location showed that it was an intelligence merchant who was listed as an observation target by S.H.I.E.L.D.. The intelligence merchant had just sent real-time information to several people, and at the same time, there were a few more transfers in the account. So I think... did the target sell his real-time location information? Haha... It's so ridiculous, it's impossible, right?"
Nick:"..."
Coulson:"..."
Black Widow:"..."
Clint:"..."
Although it sounds ridiculous, these four people recalled Mike's occasionally crazy style of doing things and felt that this might be the truth.
Only Hill has a serious face from beginning to end and is out of tune with the others.
Mike walked forward and waved, as if he was asking the killers to follow him.
There was a pregnant woman with a big belly who had difficulty moving. She walked a little slowly and stopped from time to time to hold on to the railing.
A student couple was talking and laughing.
Young mother is scolding her son wearing a baseball cap.
A professional man wearing a shirt and tie, holding a briefcase in one hand, was talking on the phone seriously.
There was a decadent middle-aged beggar sitting on the roadside, with a hat containing money and a playing card in front of him. The playing card read, "Veterans with Disabled Lower Limbs."
In the middle of the road was a gangster wearing a gold chain. He had his hands in his pockets, his expression was nervous, and his forehead was sweating.
"It's finally here." Mike smiled slightly, and Senbonzakura without Shikai drew a big arc with the knife.
One knife.
The pregnant woman clutched her belly, cut her clothes open, and the camouflage cotton fell out, and the cotton was gradually stained red with blood.
The student couple hugged each other, the gun under their clothes was only half pulled out, and blood gurgled from their throats.
The briefcase of the professional elite was broken, and a submachine gun fell out. His mobile phone was pointed at Mike, which was a tool disguised as a mobile phone and capable of shooting bows and arrows. The tip of Mike's knife pierced his heart.
The gangster pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Mike.
"You are just a fool hired by the killers to distract me. Believe me... if you shoot, you will be the one who dies. Die or run away, it is your choice?"
"Ahhh!"
The gangster suddenly threw away his pistol and ran back.
Mike tilted his head and smiled at the beggar, "What about you, how do you choose?"
"I..." The beggar, who seemed to be frightened by the killing, returned to normal, "I think beggars have fixed working hours, and many kind-hearted fools earn well. This is a promising career, much better than being a killer."
The "lower limb disabled veteran" stood up smoothly, walked back for a while, then turned around and bowed, thanking Mike for not killing him.
Mike didn't kill him, it had nothing to do with mercy, just because he didn't take action.
The above ones, except for gangsters, are all professional killers.