My surname is Stark, who changed my job to become a female big gun?

Chapter 395 Good news or bad news, which one do you listen to first?
"Don't worry about anything else, concentrate, use your hands to control the direction of the shock wave, and reduce its coverage as much as possible!"

Feeling the constant disturbance of airflow in her ears, Skye nodded after hearing Leni's words and began to try to narrow the coverage area of ​​the shock wave.

From yesterday to now, Skye has been on this yacht almost all day except for eating, sleeping and resting, and has basically never left the boat.

If it weren't for others who had something to do, Skye estimated that Leni would have let her sleep directly on the boat.

However, Tolaini's "blessing" was that Skye's efforts throughout the day were not in vain. In just one day, she was able to consciously and accurately control the range of the shock wave's release.

According to Leni's expectations, she thought it would take Skye three to five days to reach this stage.

Through the shock wave data fed back by the radar system, Leni can now accurately perceive that every shock wave released by Skye can be controlled to a fan-shaped range of about 150 degrees in front of it.

This is obviously a very big improvement compared to the original 360-degree release without any blind spots in the sky and on the ground, which did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

And more importantly, this number continues to shrink!

hum!
Following another wave of shock from Skye, the yacht's hull began to gradually tilt to one side uncontrollably.

Leni frowned when she saw this, secretly steadying her feet, and at the same time reaching out to support Skye's slightly unstable body.

"Control the intensity of the shock wave! Compressing the release range does not allow you to concentrate the shock wave. You are not at that stage yet!"

Skye is like a water pipe that constantly releases water. The previous AOE with no dead ends is like letting the water in the water pipe flow naturally, and it will naturally flow everywhere.

What Skye is doing now is like pressing the mouth of the water pipe with his thumb. The squeezed water will naturally spray farther and faster due to the change in pressure.

But this would naturally intensify the impact on Skye's hands. If the same shock wave lasted only a few times, Skye's arms would be broken and useless.

The solution is also very simple, just reduce the energy output level.

At the same strike distance, Skye only needs to reduce her energy level to one-half of the original level, and she will be able to hit the same maximum strike distance as the original AOE with no difference.

Hearing this, Skye stabilized her body and shook her hands. The shock just now made her own arms feel numb.

Leni was right. If she still released the same shock as before, it would take less than two waves before her arms would start to tremble because she couldn't withstand it.

"Based on your current energy level, cluster strikes are exchanging lives for lives. The only thing you are fighting for is whether you or the enemy can bear it first and die first. Therefore, unless it is a last resort, remember not to try this method again. ."

Leni looked at Skye seriously. This kind of attack would injure the enemy by one thousand and damage herself by eight hundred. If the enemy could not be killed, Skye might not have the chance to get up again and try again.

Skye nodded with deep understanding, then took a calm breath. After the yacht stabilized again, he raised his hands again, preparing for the next wave of concussive attacks.

……

"Has the investigation by the local police produced any results?"

Colson looked at the information on the screen and asked Fitz behind him without looking back:

"What did the suspicious person say?"

"It's confirmed. He is indeed a veteran who participated in the war in Afghanistan. The reason for his retirement was that his left leg was blown off by an enemy fragmentation grenade... Strange, why does the survivor's testimony say that he is a normal person?"

Fitz vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he quickly turned back and looked through the information again.

"I noticed that there are two soldiers among the survivors, but when they mentioned this man, they never mentioned that he was a disabled person!"

"Could it be that he has a prosthetic limb? With current technology and proper training, it would be difficult for others to see any difference in his walking posture."

Simmons has some understanding of this aspect. After all, the job of an agent is similar to that of a soldier. Sometimes he does a job full of bullets and bullets. If he can't keep it safe, he will...

"Prosthesis...wait!"

As if realizing something, Coulson suddenly turned back and looked at Fitz and Fitz seriously.

"Could it be that he kept the explosives inside the prosthetic limb?" If that's the case, it seems to make sense!

If this retired soldier really hid the kind of explosive that can instantly create a temperature of 3000 degrees Celsius in his prosthetic limb, then it would make sense that the passers-by did not see him carrying anything like a backpack on his body.

At the same time, this can also confirm the statements of the two survivors. The reason why they did not think that the man was a bomber was because there was no place on his body that could hide a bomb.

Except for his body or... prosthetics!
"Immediately submit this guess to the local police and colleagues in the European branch, and ask them to check the source of the purchase of this man's prostheses and the relevant personnel who provided him with the prostheses!"

Coulson thinks he has found the right direction. Prosthetic limbs may be an important breakthrough in this terrorist attack!
"We must find the source and channel of this special explosive as soon as possible to prevent the same thing from happening again next time!"

……

That night, Coulson, who thought everything would go smoothly, received calls from the police and colleagues in the European branch.

"What? How?"

Coulson was stunned when he heard the news from the other end of the phone, feeling a little unbelievable for a moment.

"Okay, I get it, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Coulson noticed the eyes of others and finally sighed helplessly.

"Good news, that man is indeed suspicious. Bad news, it's not the prosthetic that's suspicious."

It turned out that according to an investigation by agents from the European branch, the retired soldier named Philp had indeed purchased a prosthetic limb produced by a company a few years ago, but that was already four years ago.

With the level of technology at that time, the prosthetic limbs that Philp could buy would probably not be very good products.

But what is puzzling is that according to the company's records, Philp has not repaired or replaced his prosthetic limbs for two and a half years.

This is simply impossible for disabled people who often need to rely on prosthetic limbs to travel.

You must know that prosthetic limbs also need maintenance and upkeep. If they are not repaired and maintained for a long time, no matter how good the quality of the prosthetic limb is, it will inevitably cause various problems and problems due to wear and tear.

But this is contrary to the testimony of the two previous survivors. In their testimony, there was no concept of lameness or lameness in the impression of the man. He was a completely ordinary normal person.

Even his neighbors said that they had seen Philp go out alone many times, and one time he even ran away!

"How can this be a retired soldier from the Afghan battlefield? He is obviously a completely healthy ordinary person, right?"

Simmons looked through the information handed over by Coulson. Even though she was well-informed, she really felt a little unbelievable after seeing so many outrageous testimonies.

"Could he be able to grow a good leg again out of thin air?"

Everyone was at a loss. If this kind of thing happened within SHIELD, Coulson believed that he would not be particularly surprised. After all, with Leni's alchemy potion here, no matter how magical things happened to Leni, it seemed like that. .

But this guy named Philp is just an ordinary soldier, not even an officer. Where can he get such incredible technology or medical resources?

"You think...could it be something similar to a super soldier project? Just like what General Ross did before?"

Meister stroked the blue light glasses on his face thoughtfully and gave a guess that seemed relatively reliable.

"After all, today is different from the past. With the previous alien invasion, countries have begun to flock to super soldiers, and France may not be immune to this."

Hearing this, Coulson nodded and seemed to think that this was very possible. Otherwise, why hasn't any force admitted to the outside world that they were responsible for this terrorist attack?

Even the speculation that the attacker was the Ten Commandments Gang was just a rumor on the Internet. It was difficult not to make Coulson suspect that this terrorist attack might have been an accident caused by a secret agency.

"Okay, that's it. I'll let my colleagues here go and investigate. I hope I can find something useful this time..."

　The next chapter will be late, so don’t wait for now.
　　
　
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