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Chapter 35 Buy one get one free, art is an explosion

"It's time to open the blind box!"

Brian rubbed his hands in a ritualistic manner, lay down on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

He came to that familiar white space again.

in space.

A golden ball was suspended, and there were two tiny light spots at the same time.

The golden ball was a gift from Brian after he completed Mad Dog Ike's obsession.

I wonder if the balls representing skills will all be golden in the future.

It looks quite advanced.

The two small points of light are the provider of obsession, some memory fragments from his lifetime.

Brian has been exposed to this before.

Most of these memories are useless.

But it seems to strengthen his mental strength.

Anyway, from the blood moon vision to now.

Even if he didn't use the PaPa transfer method, it had been a long time since he had any mental abnormalities such as hallucinations before his eyes.

Skill balls absorb.

It seems to take a long time.

Brian first crushed the small ball that represented the memory fragment of the deceased.

The first person to die was Kenneth.

His memory, of little value, was a fragment of his girlfriend Shaina telling him she was pregnant.

Brian was not happy to see the hypocrisy of a bitch, so he quickly skipped it.

The second one is Mad Dog Ike.

This guy's memory fragments are very confusing.

One second it was him galloping on Shaina, and the next second it was him holding a detonator, laughing maniacally, and throwing it towards the police car in the distance.

Don't tell me, this throw is accurate and far away.

Brian suspected that Mad Dog Ike might actually have some brain problems and be a bastard.

"It's a pity. I thought there were some clips of memories of a small vault or something."

After reading two fragments of memories.

Brian stretched his hand towards the golden ball.

The moment the ball touched, it turned into a stream of light and poured into Brian's consciousness.

A sudden realization came to Brian's mind:

Talent: Super Computational Perception

Skill: Accurate Throwing
Ok? ? ?
Brian was confused.

No.

Good skills!
Actually buy one get one free and get a talent?
If I use an example to describe Brian's mood at this moment, it is probably equivalent to beating a big BOSS and dropping a shiny golden treasure box. After opening it, I found that it was like a box of small umbrellas inside. I was speechless and disappointed. In the end, After using it, I discovered that these small umbrellas are not only thin and light, but also can increase the CHU.
This...is great!
Accurate throw.

Brian wasn't very interested.

This skill sounds very low.

But the talent of super-computer perception is different.

It sounds like good stuff!

Just when Brian was curious.

A feeling of dizziness came over me.

His consciousness slowly fell into a deep sleep.

here it is?
Brian looked at the three or four police cars surrounding him in confusion.

In his hands, he held a kerosene lighter and a detonator respectively, and there were also a row of long detonators wrapped directly in yellow thick paper hanging on his body, like a bomb man, laughing maniacally.

Aren’t you receiving gifts from the deceased?

What the hell is that now?

Brian found that he seemed to be possessed by a terrorist. The location was in an abandoned manor in the suburbs. He seemed to be being arrested by the police. Other than that, he knew nothing about it and just watched others play. It's the same as a first-person virtual game.

bang bang bang~
The policemen shot directly in this direction without any hesitation.

"Come on, you damn cops."

The guy possessed by Brian didn't have the slightest fear of being pointed at and fired at indiscriminately by seven or eight long and short guns. Instead, he took the lead in igniting the detonator in his hand and threw it fifty or sixty meters with great accuracy.

Boom~
An old police car was lifted into the air directly by the shock wave of the explosives, and a fat policeman was slammed to the ground.

"Hahaha!"

"Blow you sons of bitches!"

Each detonator was accurately thrown at the police car and policemen in front.

It only takes a moment.

Except for the corpses and tattered police cars lying around, calm returned to the area.

Brian was stunned.

Good guy!
What a great guy!
The person he possessed must be a professional Bomberman player.

Whether it's fifty or sixty meters, or seventy or eighty meters. Whether it's hiding behind a wall or hiding next to a car.

The detonator thrown out by this guy, like a precise navigation system, landed next to the police cars and policemen with great accuracy. As a result, these policemen had no time to run back. It only took them a few breaths to stop them. The group was destroyed.

"By the way, why do I feel that this guy's voice sounds familiar?"

Brian thought about the skill he had just received and realized, isn't this the voice of Mad Dog Ike!

But the voice sounded a little sharp.

Like the voice changing period?
Brian wondered.

Could it be that he was possessed by a boy, or the mad dog Ike in his youth?
Just when he was thinking to himself.

The body slowly walked to the old police cars that were still burning and began to search for the bodies.

Until all the guns and ammunition are packed.

The possessed body spat at the pile of police corpses: "Didn't you just blow up that son of a bitch mine owner? He actually chased me so far, Fk, the name Drew can't be used in the future. I just happened to go back to my hometown this time. I took my brother with me and we went to Los Angeles together..."

Carrying a bag of weapons and ammunition.

Possessing the body, he returned to the abandoned and dilapidated manor, got into a car with a strong sense of the times, and drove into the alley outside.

Follow the car's rearview mirror.

Brian finally saw clearly the appearance of the possessed body: he was plain-looking, with a few tiny freckles on his cheeks, and he looked exactly like a teenage white child.

"It's really Ike!"

"But he doesn't have that crazy temperament."

"Is this a memory from Ike's teenage years?"

Brian was confused and confused.

When he regained consciousness again, he had returned to the scene at the beginning
Saturday, early morning.

Brian opened his eyes tiredly.

It’s different!

Everything that comes into view is different.

Brian looked at the apartment he had lived in for several years in surprise.

Everything is the same.

But when light is imaged through the retina and the visual field information is converted into your own brain, your perception is different!

Brian was surprised to find that he could accurately determine the length, width, height, and distance data of everything in his field of vision, and automatically convert it into units he could understand.

This is a very magical perception.

Brian walked to the apartment window and looked at the scene in the distance.

Same perception.

Same feedback.

It just adds some more sensations like wind speed, humidity, etc.

Obviously.

Supercomputer perception not only affects Brian's field of vision, but also affects his skin and other subtle perceptions of the outside world.

He is simply a natural sniper observer!
And in addition to this special perception.

Brian also discovered that as long as an object entered his field of vision, even if he did not notice it subconsciously, he could easily remember it with the transformation of his perception.

He felt like he was playing a shooting game with a data plug-in.

This means that his observation ability has also been qualitatively improved.

If I had good marksmanship, I would be invincible!
"What a talent!"

Brian was a little happy, but also a little surprised.

No wonder Mad Dog Ike has rare precision throwing skills.

Under this kind of perception.

Just practice the control of strength and it is almost equivalent to a headlock.

Brian grabbed his cell phone casually.

Suddenly.

The weight of the mobile phone and the three-dimensional data are all clearly understood.

A surge of confidence surged into my heart.

He is confident that he can accurately throw the mobile phone in his hand to the limit distance he can throw, and the error will not exceed ten centimeters!
What if the mobile phone was replaced by the current high explosive?

Brian grinned: "Art is an explosion!"

Next.

He will also practice his marksmanship extensively to maximize his talent of supercomputer perception!
I really don’t know why Mad Dog Ike, who clearly has such a perverted talent, would be so stupid that he could only practice a very limited precision throwing skill. If it was marksmanship, Brian doubted whether the policemen that day could escape from Ike. Death sniper.

Jingle bell bell~
The alarm on your phone rings.

Brian suppressed the excitement and joy in his heart, walked to the mirror and took care of his image.

Today is the day to go to Aisi Base for induction training.

He's going to work!

　Thanks to the book friend "The Glory of Night" for the 50,000 book coins reward, and thanks to the nightclub!
　　Brian: Thank you to the 'Glory of the Night' book friend for the 10,000 book coin reward, and thank you to the nightclub!
　　Thanks to the two book friends "Zi Ai" and "One of 14 Billion People" for their reward of book coins, and thanks to the two bosses.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)