Being able to accurately hit the target from a distance of tens of kilometers certainly does not rely on human eye aiming. To a certain extent, this is already the ability of the Sea-Breaking Initial Realm Cultivator. Moreover, the bullets fired by that firearm are even more powerful, somewhat like a combination of Flying Sword and Law Treasure.
The sleeves of Tracksuit were shattered, and the fabric of Remnants kept floating and was soaked by water mist, just like a middle-aged man walking in the rain without an umbrella.
Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu felt even worse and walked through the mist.
If someone pays attention to the details, he will be able to find that the fine mist does not touch his body at all.
Walking outside the lawn, he looked again at the cliff dozens of kilometers away and saw the man in overalls.
The man had already stood up and was squatting on the ground packing the tool box, thinking he would leave soon.
The fleeing people stopped and looked at the figure wearing Tracksuit, with expressions of surprise and confusion on their faces.
The alarm bells were blaring in the square, and policemen wearing light armor suits were running towards this direction at high speed. Several clear white lines could be seen in the distance, which should be the high-speed suspended police cars of the National Police Agency.
Jing Jiu walked towards Underground Passage on the other side of the street and soon disappeared from people's sight and surveillance.
There are tiny wind currents everywhere in Underground Passage, which are the air changes brought by Hover Train.
He did not stand in the transfer room waiting to get on the bus like other people, walked into the power control room, and came into the dark Underground Passage.
A bright light illuminated his figure, and then got closer and closer.
That is Hover Train traveling at a speed of 1,400 kilometers per hour.
There was a buzzing sound, and a gust of wind blew in the passage again.
The wind fell on him, and he turned into a piece of Tree Leaf, which floated up and disappeared into the darkness ahead.
The terminal station of this suspended train is called Chunyuan, which is a highland in the city closest to the crustal mountains. There are some scattered wooden houses built on it, and more buildings are hidden underground. They are all owned by the government. The sun is blocked by the extremely high cliffs, and the light is extremely dim. Even during the day, it seems like it is in the dark.
The wind chime hanging by the window of a small Wooden House suddenly rang, but nothing could be seen passing by.
A few Stone rolled down from a loose rock somewhere on Cliff Face.
When Jing Jiu walked off Underground Passage and rode the wind of Hover Train to Spring Plain, which was dozens of kilometers away, the man in overalls finished disassembling the firearm and walked to Self-Propelled Elevator, which was dozens of feet away, carrying the tool box.
Galaxy Alliance Government There are countless Self-Propelled Elevators built along Earth’s Crust Cliff Face, most of which are used to transport workers to perform daily maintenance on Gravitational Force Field Generator. Naturally, they are not clean. There is dust and black oil everywhere in the elevator. The smell is not very good, and there is even a faint smell of alcohol.
The man in overalls stood in the elevator going down at high speed, thinking about the scene he had seen before, his face turned a little pale, and he suddenly wanted to drink a large bottle of liquor.
As the most senior expert in the Galaxy Alliance, he possesses unimaginable calmness and willpower, but he was really about to collapse at this time and seemed very unprofessional.
The first thing Assassination had to do was to confirm that the target was dead, so when the blue light on the Electromagnetism ring disappeared, he did not leave the Stone immediately, but still stared at the square dozens of kilometers away.
First there was the smoke and dust flying in the sky, and then there was the water mist sprayed on the lawn, all of which blocked his sight.
The next moment he saw the target walking out of the mist, intact, and glanced at himself.
Did he miss the target?
However, there was no explosion in the square, the lawn in the mist was still as green and pleasant, and there was no large crater hundreds of meters deep.
--He saw such a deep pit with his own eyes when he was performing a mission on Lanzi Star seven years ago.
What's going on? There's no way there's something wrong with your gun.
At this moment, he saw the target's Right Hand.
The target's Tracksuit Sleeve has been damaged, exposing its forearm.
He thought of some possibility.
He thought this was completely impossible.
How is it possible that someone can block High-Combustion Bullet shot by the Electromagnetism enhanced firearm with bare hands?
A strong Stellar Realm like him could fight on the surface of those primitive and sinister Planets against the gravityless Universes, but he could never imagine such a scene.
Even those Deep Night Upper Realm and Alliance big shots in the legend cannot possibly do such a thing!
What kind of monster is that boy wearing Tracksuit!
The elevator made a slight friction sound against the shaft wall, and then made a soft click, indicating that it had reached the transfer floor.
The man in overalls looked a little better, but sweat was pouring out.
He raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead, walked out of the elevator with the tool box, walked through the complex passage, came to another maintenance shaft with great familiarity, and walked into another elevator. This elevator leads to the Spring Plain underground maintenance point, where there are three special passages that can lead to the underground multi-layered world.
He plans to transfer to the seventh world from there.
No one knew that he had prepared a safe house there three years ago. Because he felt that this mission was too weird and the target was too scary, for the sake of safety, he did not contact his superiors and was not even ready to return to the team. He planned to hide in that safe house for a year.
The elevator door made a slight grinding sound and slowly closed.
There was a soft click, and an arm stretched out to block the closing elevator door.
The skin on that arm is fair, smooth and perfect.
It's just that the Tracksuit Sleeve rolled up above the arm is a little tattered.
A flash of shock flashed in the man's eyes, followed by the calm brought by despair.
Even though he is a strong Stellar Realm, he does not have the courage to fight with the opponent at this time.
A monster that can block super-flammable bullets with his hands, a monster that can come to him from a square forty kilometers away in such a short period of time, is not an opponent that humans can resist. In this case, why should he fight with the opponent?
Time and opportunity are precious now, and he must kill himself as quickly as possible.
While thinking about these things, the man in overalls exerted a little force to mobilize a certain muscle in his back that he didn't usually use at all, but that he could fully master after long-term targeted training.
The muscle contracted slightly, a thin film planted under the skin shattered, and a very weak biological current began to flow somewhere.
There was a soft popping sound, and a small electric spark appeared on his back.
I don't know what happened, but there was something wrong with the circuit under the film.
The electric sparks brought a clear sting, but the man in overalls didn't feel it at all because he was in extreme shock at this time.
According to the training tutorial, there is absolutely no problem with this method of suicide, but it was actually stopped by the other party!
The man in overalls did not hesitate to pull out a small firearm similar to a needle, pointed it at his temple and pressed the button.
There was a muffled snap.
He's still not dead.
Jing Jiu took back Right Hand, looked at the milky white bullet between his fingers, and confirmed that it should be made of some kind of Composite Material.
He looked at the man in overalls and said, "You're going to die."
The man in overalls looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes narrowed, but he was speechless. At this time, his whole body had become stiff and he couldn't even move his fingers.
Jing Jiu then said, "But it will take a while."
After saying this, he put the milky white bullet into the front pocket of his backpack with his backhand, and then placed his palm on the other person's head.
He doesn't use torture to extract confessions, nor does he want to conquer the other party like touching Big One, nor does he want to use Fruitful Accomplishment Temple's Two Hearts Communication.
In order to save trouble, he planned to use Soul-Searching Hand of the Profound Yin Sect to directly read the person's Consciousness.
Some vague information fluctuations entered from the brain of the man in overalls into his palms, gradually becoming more and more clear.
Those information fluctuations are initially emotions, such as fear and shock.
The fear and shock in Residual, the man in overalls Consciousness, soon turned into despair, and then calmness.
Jing Jiu glanced at this person in surprise.
Then those waves of information are more accurate words and numbers.
He saw two words that might be names of people, and at the same time he saw more than a dozen numbers in no order, which might be some kind of contact method.
Just when he was about to continue searching in depth, the information in Consciousness, a man in overalls, suddenly disappeared.
There was a muffled sound.
The head of the man in overalls exploded.
The entire elevator was splattered with blood and brains.
Jing Jiu The front of the sportswear is also dyed a lot, some red and some white.
He did not expect that this assassin would have the courage to face death, nor did he expect that when he controlled the opponent's mind, the opponent could kill himself with a headshot.
Looking at the stains all over the elevator and the brain matter on his body, he felt a little upset, and then thought of some information he had seen somewhere in Hidden Web.
Some special departments of Galaxy Alliance Military, because they are worried that after their members are captured, the enemy will use means to invade their brains to collect intelligence, and they are even more worried about the invasion of the Dark Matter Sea monsters Consciousness, they will implant a micro-Device in the brains of their members in advance.. That Device can monitor the Brain Waves level of members. Once it is found that Brain Waves is in a downward state and Consciousness without an identification code is detected at the same time, it will start automatically.
The so-called activation actually means detonation.
--Is he originally from Alliance Military?
Jing Jiu looked at the headless corpse leaning against the elevator wall, scanned it quickly, picked up the tool box and left the elevator.
When the elevator door closed, he flicked his finger and threw a Sword Flame in.
With a bang, the entire elevator began to burn, and in a short period of time, the body of the man in overalls and all the blood and brains were burned to ashes.
Shou'er City There is a very large body of water in the suburbs.
The water is very deep, and the overall color is Bilan. It reflects Starlight at night, and is as black as ink. In the early morning and evening, it looks like a pot of Red Soup Hotpot.
This body of water is called Caspian Sea, which is actually a lake left behind during the renovation of Planet.
Caspian Sea There are many wild reeds growing in extremely remote corners. They are taller than people and can block the outside world from prying eyes.
The sound of rushing water sounded, and Jing Jiu stood up from the lake. The lake water poured down from the smooth surface of the skin, shining with golden light, just like Magma.
He took a serious bath in the lake. The reason why he didn't use Sword Flame was for psychological reasons.
Just like when Zhao Layue made the decision to return to Green Mountain in Three Thousand Courtyard, he also went to take a bath in the lake.
The wild reeds are very Quiet, and there are no birds singing.
Thinking about the fat pigeons on the lawn of the square, he found that the biggest difference between this world and Chaotian Continent seemed to be that there were many fewer types of life.
Sword Intent turned slightly, and all the Residual lake water turned into mist and flew away with the wind, leaving only a dry patch.
He opened his backpack, took out a blue Tracksuit and put it on, smelling the faint smell of detergent, and nodded with satisfaction.