Sister is missing, black technology slaughters all races

Chapter 26: Thirty seconds countdown, laser particle gun.

"He is just an ordinary person, and he has the guts to deal with other ordinary people. Does he have the courage to show off to a martial arts expert?"

"Don't mention it. This little beast is extremely courageous. A few days ago, he used a secret trump card to severely injure three sixth-grade quasi-grandmasters! He even caused the deaths of three children of noble families and three followers."

"Humph! Such a bold person will only seek his own death!"

"If he hadn't still had some value, he would have been crushed to death long ago!"

"However, no matter what, he can't risk the world's condemnation and attack those ordinary people during the live broadcast. Otherwise, let alone Daxia, there will be no place for him in the entire human race."

"..."

When many powerful people talked to each other, their tone was filled with strong contempt and arrogance.

It seemed that in just a moment, the contempt that came from the bones could turn into reality and come straight at me.

Although the words they said were different, their attitudes were surprisingly consistent, all mocking what Lin Chen said during the live broadcast.

In their view, the so-called "killing spree" is nothing more than a bluffing verbal battle aimed at intimidating the stupid ordinary people.

In fact, I dare not put it into action.

At the same time, every corner of the edge of Daxia is quietly welcoming groups of powerful foreigners with mysterious identities and unpredictable strength.

These teams are like hunting teams in the dark night, shuttling between mountains and deserts. Their whereabouts are very secretive and their goals are very clear.

In the core area of ​​Qingshan City, in front of the main entrance of the Star Technology Group headquarters building.

On the huge projection in the sky, a blood-red countdown was rapidly decreasing every second.

Its grim numbers, like the footsteps of death, strike everyone's heart.

……70……60……50……

Every beat seemed to heighten the tension in the air.

However, despite the occasional unconcealed gasps of panic heard from the crowd.

However, no one chooses to escape from the unknown that is about to come.

Until there are only 30 seconds left in the countdown.

The team of more than 500 clone employees, who had been as quiet as a sculpture, finally broke the silence.

They all stretched out their left hands backwards in unison, as if they were executing some precise preset instructions.

In an instant, silver-white light appeared out of nowhere and fell steadily into their hands in an instant.

A closer look reveals that they are actually gun-shaped weapons with avant-garde designs and a sci-fi feel.

It was like a condensed galaxy, cold and dazzling, as if silently announcing the cruel fate that was about to come.

Then, hundreds of black gun muzzles were pointed in unison at the bustling crowd ahead.

At this moment, these clone employees had expressionless faces and their eyes were as cold as ice.

It was as if the shell of human emotion had been stripped off, leaving only mechanical precision and decisiveness.

At the same time, it naturally exudes a strong murderous intent.

At this moment, faced with this sudden solemn and murderous atmosphere, the crowd who swarmed in and intended to take advantage of the opportunity to hype it up felt like they had been hit by a wake-up call.

The momentary shock caused everyone to fall into a brief daze.

The originally noisy and chaotic sound of abuse suddenly became almost inaudible as if it was suddenly grasped by an invisible giant hand.

Everyone was dumbfounded, their eyes filled with astonishment, fear and disbelief.

It was as if the boiling blood just now was frozen by the cold wind, and the arrogance disappeared into thin air. In this dramatic change, the air seemed to become heavy, filled with tension and anxiety.

Those who were originally arrogant and "riding on the popularity" could only feel the cold chill emanating from the opposite side, like countless invisible sharp blades, silently cutting their hearts.

They were all silent as a result, not daring to even make a sound.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly dropped to freezing point.

However, the atmosphere in each live broadcast room is just the opposite.

Instantly, like a fiery furnace erupting, boiling energy swept through the entire virtual space.

On the screen, thousands of barrages poured down like a meteor shower, densely interweaving into a dazzling ocean of information.

The grandeur of the event was dazzling and almost suffocating.

"Oh my god! That's so explosive! What the hell is that? A gun? It doesn't look like one! It's too sci-fi!"

"What does this mean? Is Lin Chen really planning to kill? Is he crazy? Isn't this courting death?"

"There are many science fiction novels on the End Novel website under the Star Technology Group that have described the future development of guns. They are not real, are they?"

"Wait! Novel website! Star Technology! I think I know something!"

"I always feel like Lin Chen is playing a big game of chess."

"Gun? I remember learning about this in the textbook. It can only injure martial arts apprentices who have not yet reached the rank. Once they have reached the rank, it is completely useless! Such a rubbish weapon should have been eliminated long ago!"

"Don't worry about it. If it's really a gun, whether it can be used against warriors is not a big deal, but it should be no problem to use it to kill these anchors!"

"..."

Countless barrages of comments were refreshed like a storm.

The speed was so fast that it seemed to never stop. At a glance, it was difficult to find any blank spaces between the barrage of comments.

It is like a dynamic, never-ending colorful painting.

Obviously, in this world of high martial arts, ever since the power of martial arts emerged, the wheel of history has quietly turned to a path that is completely different from the past.

The emerging firearms civilization encountered an insurmountable bottleneck in its infancy.

Faced with those entry-level warriors who have stepped into the threshold of martial arts, as well as the strange beasts that are rampant on the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Clans in the Underworld.

Newly-born firearms are like wooden swords in the hands of children, which only have shape but are unable to do any harm.

As a result, the road of firearms research and development gradually faded away under the helpless yet resolute gaze of human society, and eventually fell into silence.

Everyone knows that instead of studying toy guns that cannot hurt even a first-class warrior or a first-class exotic beast, it is better to concentrate on practicing palm strength that is strong enough to split rocks and cut metal.

With the passage of time, many fields of science and technology seem "trivial" compared to martial arts.

It has also been marginalized in the tide of the times and faded out of mainstream sight.

No one paid attention to the advancement of metallurgy, the study of mechanical power stagnated, and even the exploration of basic chemistry fell into obscurity.

In this era, using the bones of exotic animals to forge magical weapons, using the flesh and blood of exotic animals to make medicines and food, etc., are the most important research and development directions.

Ordinary people living in this world have never experienced a world war with raging gunfire and smoke.

Nor have I witnessed the fragility and powerlessness of life in the hail of bullets.

Therefore, for them, "gun" is more of a strange noun that remains in vague legends rather than a symbol of unforgettable memory.

(End of this chapter)