Game of Destiny: This player is different

Facing the extraordinary, even if the soldiers had received formal training and were among the best in the ordinary world, they had little ability to resist.

Whoosh——

A red arrow cut through the air and shot into the rocket launcher that had just been raised.

The thin fiberglass reinforced plastic material was easily penetrated,

and even the soldier wearing a heavy bulletproof vest had a blood mist exploded on his shoulder.

"Ugh!"

The severe pain stimulated his nerves, making him scream.

However, as soon as the sound came out of his throat,

the red arrow broke the shock wave and brought it to an abrupt end.

The ammunition boxes piled up nearby were affected,

and flames burst forth, engulfing the entire squad,

adding a striking orange-red to the already chaotic scene.

After taking care of a line of defense,

the small man in the hood kept moving,

and re-fitted a blue arrow on the light bow and arrow that manifested his ability.

While dodging bullets by flipping and jumping,

they aimed at the long-haired man with blue fire on his tongue.

The three of them created replicas for the Bone Mirror,

and after winning the 1V1 duel, they should be controlled.

They may become temporary helpers of the holder and fight to death,

or melt into Yin Qi to nourish the Human-faced Cauldron.

However, Shi Qing died unexpectedly,

and the replicas that lost control could act according to their own consciousness.

The reason why they attacked each other,

was to compete for the Bone Mirror,

and it involved a hidden mechanism of this item.

That is, after the death of the holder,

the surviving replicas that replaced the original body but could not inherit the identity of the relevant player,

will constantly look for and absorb the same energy to strengthen themselves.

It has nothing to do with subjective will, but is based on instinctive behavior,

and there is only one purpose, to survive.

And the most suitable object to devour,

is naturally other replicas of the same kind,

so fighting between each other is inevitable.

"Die."

A fierce look flashed across his eyes.

The hooded man pulled the light bow and arrow to the full moon,

aimed at the target and then released his fingers.

The blue arrow turned into a meteor,

flew towards the target at a very fast speed.

"No. 2, I've been on guard against you."

The long-haired man with blue fire spitting from the tip of his tongue,

produced a grasshopper-like arched hind leg from the sole of his foot,

got rid of the entanglement of the surrounding soldiers,

jumped into the air and jumped to a height of five or six meters.

This has nothing to do with physiological functions,

it is simply relying on extraordinary abilities, so it will consume a certain amount of physical energy when used.

"No. 4, what can you do?"

The hooded man called No. 2 snorted coldly,

the blue arrow shot out seemed to have eyes,

temporarily changed its trajectory, turned around and chased upwards.

Seeing this, the long-haired man No. 4 lowered his center of gravity in mid-air and fell down.

The grasshopper's hind legs stepped on the heads of the two soldiers.

With the help of this fulcrum, he jumped sideways again.

The sudden force of the fall was simply unbearable for the spine strength of ordinary people.

There was a crisp "click" sound,

and the two soldiers immediately collapsed and fell to the ground.

The blue arrow then pierced through the face of one of them,

biting the target tightly and following closely,

until it chased for more than a hundred meters, changing its trajectory several times during the period,

the arrow was exhausted and

split into stars in the air and disappeared.

The fight between the clones No. 2 and No. 4 did not affect the muscular man in briefs not far away.

To be precise,

he enjoyed the pleasure of fighting more than fighting among his own kind.

The heavy punch fell,

the huge fist pierced a soldier's chest,

splattering a lot of pungent blood.

"Hahaha, the three of us are fighting here.

You ordinary people should just hide quietly,

Why bother to come out and interfere."

He pulled out his fist,

looked at the densely packed soldiers rushing towards him,

showed his teeth and laughed out loud.

Ignoring the bullets raining down like raindrops, he flicked his hands on the ground,

lifted up nearly 10 square meters of concrete slabs and threw them over like frisbees.

Bang!

Dust and smoke filled the air, and gravel splashed everywhere.

More than a ton of slabs flew towards him,

The soldier who was pushing the heavy explosion-proof shield was immediately knocked back by the strong impact.

The humerus, radius, ulna, and scapula broke,

The whole person was like a kite with a broken string,

drawing an unrounded arc in the air and hitting his comrades heavily.

"I'll let you chase me."

As if to show his strength, the man in briefs beat his pectoralis major muscles left and right, making a muffled sound.

Then he stomped his feet to crack the ground,

and his body turned into a cannonball, rushing forward rapidly.

Seeing the enemy rushing towards them,

more than a dozen soldiers desperately pulled the trigger and responded with bullets.

If they were holding extraordinary firearms in their hands at this moment,

perhaps they could stop the rushingThe bull galloped over.

In the Cyberpunk script,

Qin Nuo did not choose to confront the large forces of the Sanmu Group head-on,

and that was the reason.

He could take dozens or hundreds of extraordinary bullets, but he would have to hide if there were tens of thousands of them,

because quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Unfortunately, there is no if in the world,

even ordinary operators in the 704th Bureau cannot have an extraordinary firearm in their hands,

let alone an armed force of millions in number.

Ta-ta-ta——

Bullets flew, flames appeared,

Soldiers poured out firepower one after another,

but still could not stop the enemy at all.

The man in briefs violently broke through the fortifications,

opened his fists left and right, and cruelly harvested fresh lives.

Blood splattered, dyeing the Ultraman headgear crimson.

Feeling that his vision was affected, he pulled it off,

revealing a middle-aged man with a ferocious expression and a look of enjoyment.

"Die, die, you ignorant fellow."

The man in briefs yelled loudly,

He hugged a soldier's waist and ribs with his strong arms,

He exerted force gently,

The sound of crisp fractures came one after another.

The chest and internal organs were compressed by brute force,

The boiling heat could not stop pouring out of the soldier's mouth and nose.

"Let him go."

Seeing their comrades being tortured like this, the other soldiers were furious,

Replacing the magazines, buckling the chambers,

Bullets roared out of the chambers.

"Let you see the difference in strength."

The man in briefs violently twisted the soldier in his arms,

The muscles of his right arm were pulled together and contracted, and the veins as thick as cigarette butts popped up,

Energy condensed from the palm of his hand and turned into a shock wave that seemed to be real,

Aiming at the two squads of soldiers in front of him, he stretched out and blasted.

Enhanced Destruction Fist!

As a pure physical melee combat superhuman,

after absorbing the main body, this guy’s

increase in strength was much more obvious than that of other people of the same kind.

Without too much fancy tricks,

it was purely a physical skill enhancement,

which allowed him to blast out a destructive punch from a distance.

The wind swept, and the whistling sound rose,

the brass bullets all turned into headless flies, flying around.

The shock wave was too fast,

with the nerve coordination ability of ordinary people, there was no time to react and dodge.

Seeing that the attack was about to kill,

the soldiers could not make any moves and could only stand there in a daze.

"The weak ones should just hide obediently~"

The man in briefs grinned cruelly, looking forward to the moment when blood splashed.

In a flash, three hands appeared out of thin air, crossed to form a lifting shape, changing the trajectory of the shock wave halfway, changing it from rushing forward to rushing upward, and finally exploding a wave in the sky, disappearing completely. "They stand here, and it has nothing to do with winning or not. It's just because they have to stand here." The light was distorted, and the three hands disappeared. A pink lamb motorcycle appeared at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with its own speed. The wheels landed steadily, and two figures of different heights got off the car and stood between the two warring parties.