Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 197 Silent Warrior
"Have you ever heard of a psionic talent called 'Mechanical Forbidden Speech'?"

President Xue stood by the door, with his hands behind his back, and looked at the entire slum with confident eyes.

He couldn't go any further, so the projection equipment wouldn't be able to take him into account.

"Mechanical ban?"

Hearing this question, the fisherman calmly recalled for a few seconds, then shook his head seriously.

President Xue smiled indifferently: "Of course you haven't heard of it, because people with this kind of psionic talent have been killed by the mechanical race and dare not show up, and all relevant information has been deleted."

The fisherman asked: "This talent can make mechanical creations ineffective?"

"That's right." Mr. Xue nodded, "This kind of psychic talent will form a special position around itself, making all machinery-related creatures or items useless. The carrier of this talent once caused a problem within the machine family. There was a great panic and they were called 'Silent Warriors'."

"There is still such a past."

The fisherman suddenly realized that he had been busy fleeing for his life during the war and turbulent years, and had not cared about it.

After the war ended, a lot of relevant information was sealed up by the mechanical clan.
During the war, the human race had produced countless heroes, but as the years passed and the mechanical race deliberately blocked, many heroic stories became legends.

According to legend, when the human race was overthrown, a powerful silent warrior entered the hinterland of the mechanical race alone and assassinated the mechanical master Eifel, and it was almost successful.

Some people say that it has been successful, and even the data is completely destroyed, but the mechanical master somehow survived.

"After the assassination incident, the owner of this talent became the target of the mechanical race, and the mechanical race did not accept any form of surrender."

"A few went into hiding, and most died in pursuit."

"This kind of talent is unique to the human race. The machine race itself has never had any members awakened, and neither has the Zerg race."

The real identity of this President Xue seems to be very high, and he can know this kind of racially sensitive information, and he can spread it at will.

Regarding the information about the Zerg, only the Zero Point Tavern and the Mechanic have more information.

"The killer who appeared tonight is probably the owner of this talent." President Xue analyzed indifferently, "If such a wide range of firearms can have problems, his strength is not weak, and his psionic power will not be lower than level 3, but This guy doesn't exist in the Zero Point Tavern in the Southwest, unless it's a second talent he's been keeping well hidden."

While speaking, a icy night wind blew through the conference hall, with a strong smell of blood in the wind.

In a dark corner below, there was a sudden scream.

"what--"

Hearing this sound, the fisherman's heart tensed, his muscles tensed, and he firmly grasped the gun handle in the gun holster around his waist. Due to the force, his fingers turned white.

After the blink of an eye, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of everyone's eyes.

The next moment, the shadow came to the door.

"Tick tock..."

The blood slowly gathered along the blade to the tip of the blade, and then dripped, splashing blood flowers on the ground.

The scene he suddenly appeared was comparable to a horror movie. Even though the fisherman had tried his best to remain calm, he still took a half step back in shock, and a chill spread from his back to his entire body.

In the conference hall, more than a dozen light blue projections sat up, either surprised or calm, and carefully looked at Su Xia at the door.

They are far away in another city, their body is very safe, and they are not as fearful as fishermen.

"It was hard to get out of the siege, but the fisherman was not killed in the first time."

"It seems that his purpose is not that strong and can be negotiated."

"Yes, a smart man."

"Maybe they can be our friends."

"..."

These dozens of people are all self-proclaimed smart, they think they can read people's hearts, and they all made their judgments at the first time.

The fisherman also thought about it, so he calmed down a lot.

But he did not speak, but looked at President Xue, who was also at the door, quietly waiting for the price that President Xue could not refuse.

"You are very strong." President Xue said, "You didn't choose to sneak in more easily, but attacked head-on. This is your confidence in your own strength. This confidence is not found in beginners. You should You have been famous for a long time, but your superficial identity is not who you are now."

He didn't give the chips the first time, but began to analyze Su Xia's personal.

The more and more accurate the analysis, the more initiative he can take in the negotiation.

Mr. Xue is very young, he looks only in his 20s, but he has a calmness and confidence that doesn't match his age.

He organized the sentence and continued: "We are actually very similar, and we don't need to go to opposites, if..."

But before he could finish speaking, Su Xia walked through his projection with a pair of knives and walked straight to the fisherman behind.

The fisherman's expression changed instantly.

"What do you want to do?"

He pulled out the gun from his waist, the hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and he stepped back again and again, trying to distance himself from Su Xia.

But going further back is the wall, and he has nowhere to go!

In terms of business acumen, he is an absolute master in this slum, but in terms of strength, his psychic power, which is less than level 1, is not as good as the boss of many gangs.

His close combat experience is infinitely close to zero.

At this moment, facing Su Xia who looked like a god of death, the fisherman's face turned pale, and even though he knew that the firearm was useless, he still pulled the trigger hard.

Unsurprisingly, the gun in his hand was unresponsive.

"call out--"

A cold light flashed.

He didn't see anything clearly, only felt a pain in his right shoulder.

"Crack!"

The pain turned into a severe pain, and instantly radiated from the shoulder to the upper right side of the body, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

It was the bloody machete that pierced his shoulder and slammed into the wall behind, leaving only a bloody hilt in front of his shoulder.

"hiss……"

The severe pain caused the fisherman to take a breath, and his pale face trembled slightly.

He realized he was nailed to the wall.

At this moment, even moving a little bit caused him excruciating pain.

Before he could act, another machete flew over and stabbed his left shoulder sharply.

"what!"

He finally couldn't hold back, and cried out in pain.

Two knives, one left and one right, nailed him to the wall, not giving him any chance to escape.

The fisherman's face was pale, his whole body was trembling, and he felt that half of his feet had stepped into hell.

What frightened him was that Su Xia didn't kill him immediately, but nailed him to the wall, obviously to torture him first.

And this kind of professional old-fashioned senior killer basically understands some ways of torture.

"Wait a moment!"

President Xue shouted at the door, his face was not very good-looking.

Just now, Su Xia's action directly overturned the analysis results of him and more than ten other people, like an invisible slap slapped his face hard.

"You came with a purpose, not just killing people. What news do you want to ask?"

He tried to get Su Xia's attention and asked, "Someone wants to get involved in Coral City's drug business, right?"

But Su Xia still ignored him, didn't say a word, the eyes on the black mask were as indifferent as a machine.

He just walked quietly to the fisherman, reached out and pulled out the knife on his right shoulder.

"what--!"

The fisherman screamed in pain, blood on his shoulders, and instantly wet the clothes on his upper body.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Su Xia turned the knife over and stabbed it into his right shoulder again.

"Crack!"

The last time the blade was down, this time the blade was up, although the same position was stabbed, the damage was completely different.

Once again, the pain caused the fisherman to die, screaming again and again, and beads of sweat kept rolling down from his head.

But Su Xia didn't stop, instead he suddenly pulled out the knife on his left shoulder, followed the same method, and came again.

"what……"

The excruciating pain made the fisherman nearly collapse.

He pleaded, "What do you want to know? You talk, are you here just to torture me?"

But Su Xia still didn't answer. Instead, she took two steps back, as if she was examining a work of art, quietly admiring the wailing fisherman.

He was motionless, his extremely cruel technique, and his calm and serious thinking, like the opposite ends of light and dark, full of contradictions and strange attraction.

The dozen or so people felt a chill in their hearts, and they all understood that they underestimated this killer.

"Say your price!"

President Xue suddenly spoke, no longer wasting time to speculate, and stared straight at Su Xia.

He was rarely ignored again and again, and he was already a little angry at this moment, and Su Xia's behavior also made his previous promise to the fisherman a joke, which made him very irritable.

From the beginning, things were out of his control.

Who is behind the other party?

But Su Xia ignored him again, as if he didn't hear him at all, and there was only a fisherman covered in blood in those indifferent eyes.

He took out a small translucent bottle and shook it gently. The solution in the bottle was slightly cloudy.

Afterwards, he opened the cork of the glass bottle, moving slowly and steadily, and placed the cork on the table beside him.

"Zizi..."

The part of the table that was in contact with the cork was sizzling, and a terrifying black smoke came out, and the surrounding area corroded and turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, those more than ten projections only felt chills down their spines.

The fisherman's scalp was numb, his face was twisted with pain and fear, and he shouted with frightened eyes: "What do you want to know, you ask, you ask! I will say anything!"

After he shouted these words, Su Xia suddenly stopped.

But President Xue was angry, his face was quite ugly, and he said angrily: "Fisherman, don't forget the non-disclosure agreement we signed!"

"Fuck the deal!"

The fisherman endured severe pain and cursed, and he had nothing to worry about when he died.

Now only he is here to suffer the torture of this killer.

The other dozen or so people and that President Xue were all watching in another city. There was no danger to their lives, and it was typical for them to stand and talk without back pain.

"Fisherman, you disappoint me." There was anger in President Xue's chest.

"Disappointed? You are satisfied that I was tortured to death, right?"

The fisherman was equally angry, spitting Xingzi.

From the beginning to the end, Su Xia didn't say a word, but the two parties started an infighting on their own.

(End of this chapter)