Life Copy Game

2022-03-24

Chapter 163 Assassin , thus appeared directly in He Ao’s field of vision.

At this moment, it was too late to dodge. He Ao’s brain was running rapidly. At this moment, Super Memory established the operation model of the bullet and simulated the trajectory of the bullet.

He Ao raised his dagger sharply and blocked it.

Click—

The fiery bullet was splattered and crashed into the wall.

At this moment, He Ao also raised his head, and his body began to move quickly along the room.

Aiming takes time. In a short period of time, fast and irregular movements can interrupt the opponent’s aiming rhythm.

At the same time, he began to quickly compare the scene in the house at the moment with the scene in his memory.

The corpse moved because the knife was pulled from the body, which is normal.

There is a lot of blood on the ground, it is the blood left by ‘Assassin’ just now, this is normal.

The table moved a bit, and the sniper rifle hit the table just now, which is normal.

It is normal that there is someone behind you and that person is always there.

Bang——

Another shot came from behind, and this time He Ao, who was in high speed motion, diddge the shot.

He frowned.

So, what’s the problem?

Everything is fine in this room, so where is that Assassin hiding?

Is he really invisible?

What kind of special ability is this?

While He Ao was thinking, in the direction he was going, a shadow slowly pulled out a silver dagger from his waist and leaned towards his back.

No, not right!

Something was wrong,

He Ao stopped, silver’s dagger slowly reaching his neck from behind.

To short, to short.

Fighting only changes things around you, but it’s impossible to add or subtract something out of thin air.

The pictures recorded by Super Memory, all the details of the whole room, began to play back in He Ao’s mind.

From the moment he entered the room, like a movie scene, frame by frame was cut out, and frame by frame was compared.

Under such high-intensity calculations, even He Ao felt a slight dizziness.

The scene in my mind changes rapidly, from He Ao entering the room, talking to Assassin, to fighting, to Assassin disappearing.

It was at this moment that He Ao’s memory stopped.

At the moment Assassin disappeared, a silhouette suddenly appeared in the room. He couldn’t tell who the silhouette was. Perceptually told him that the silhouette’s existence was logical, and he didn’t need to care.

But ‘he’ is indeed a ‘more’ thing.

The sharp dagger had passed over He Ao’s shoulder, and the sharp blade slowly circled around the dark hood and hooked to the neck under He Ao’s mask.

It is about to pierce He Ao’s carotid artery, and the bright red blood will bloom like a prosperous peony.

Bang——

At this moment, the tip of silver’s sword blocked the sharp blade.

The shadow behind him wanted to forcefully cross the tip of the sword, but at that moment, his mind fell into a blank.

Mental interference,

He Ao pushed aside the sharp dagger, silver’s short sword danced a sword flower in his hand, turning into a backhand sword.

When all possible outcomes are excluded, the remaining one, no matter how impossible, is the answer.

This ‘safe’ silhouette is the enemy.

The sword light passed through He Ao’s armpit in an instant, followed by the muffled sound of the sharp sword tip piercing the flesh.

“Ah!!!”

He Ao slammed hard and stepped back quickly, all the strength of his body acting on his arms.

The shadow, who had just woken up from the mental disturbance, was hit by He Ao’s body before he could react and flew backwards.

Bang——

The black shadow was mounted on the wall by He Ao, the sharp blade swiftly pierced through his body, and bright red blood spattered between He Ao’s arm. superior.

Like a peony in full bloom.

He Ao let go of the hilt, took a few steps forward, and turned around.

The lanky Assassin stared at He Ao, the dagger pierced through his chest, pinning him to the wall like a puppet.

He can’t seem to understand how He Ao sees through himself.

He struggled to extend the hand towards He Ao, trying to grab He Ao, and finally the movement got slower and slower until it stopped.

His arms fell limply.

From Super Memory’s perspective, his soul began to dissipate.

It’s dead.

He Ao relaxed, closed Super Memory.

A great sense of tiredness swept through in an instant.

He Ao leaned against the wall with difficulty, took out three silver test tubes from his waist, and poured them into his mouth.

After drinking these three sticks, he rested for a while, waited until the tiredness subsided, and drank another one.

The battle with Assassin lasted only a few tens of seconds, but during that time he used mental interference three times, and he also used Super Memory for memory comparison in an overloaded manner.

This is the D-Rank powerhouse in its complete state, which is completely different from the sranka that makes up the numbers.

He Ao wasn’t injured this time, but the reason he wasn’t injured wasn’t because he was strong enough to take out Assassin without taking any damage.

But the opponent focused on one-shot kills, and every time it was a killing move, he was blocked.

The last ability that affects common sense and reason and achieves the effect of ‘invisibility’ is indeed a bit scary. If He Ao didn’t have Super Memory, he might have really died here.

After regaining some mental and physical strength, He Ao walked up to the dead Assassin.

Assassin is rather thin, looking like an ordinary haggard middle-aged man with his head down and staring at He Ao.

He Ao took a picture of the whole room with his wristband, then reached down and wiped his eyelids.

After this, He Ao began to check his combat uniform and what he was carrying.

The quality of the combat uniform is good, but unfortunately it was pierced. I knew it was stabbed in the neck just now, and I was careless.

Pistols, worthless.

Mythril test tube, empty? This guy is so poor.

He Ao turned up and down, and finally found that the most valuable is the Gauss sniper rifle that first dropped there, and a box of eight high-explosive bullets that matched the sniper rifle.

He took off the cloak and soaked it in the hotel’s sink, which just got too much blood and had to be washed.

It is best to use cold water to clean blood stains. Hot water will denature and coagulate the proteins in the blood, which is not easy to clean.

During the cloak soak, He Ao wiped down the Gaussian sniper rifle, disassembled it into parts, and packed it into the sniper rifle suitcase that Assassin had kept in the corner.

After finishing the installation, he went out the door and brought back the big box that had been hidden in the alley.

He then packed Assassin’s body into a tarp-lined box, and in the process pulled a badge out of Assassin’s inner pocket.

That’s a silver wolf head badge.

When he pulled out the badge, He Ao paused and opened his combat uniform. In this combat uniform inherited from Roy’s father, there is also an inner pocket of the same.

This kind of inner bag is not standard on the combat uniform, it is specially customized, and it is not in the combat uniform of the FBI.

He Ao put this characteristic Silver Wolf badge in the inner pocket of his combat uniform.

Just right.

Same path, similar combat uniform.

It appears that this Silver Wolf badge is the badge of some kind of organization.

He Ao closed the case, zipped up, and washed the soaked cloak. After washing away most of the blood, the remaining blood was unremarkable.

When everything was sorted, He Ao picked up the walkie-talkie on the table.

This type of walkie-talkie usually has a recording function. He Ao pressed the record button and said softly,

“Mr. Christos, see you at the cafe at the back door of our machinery factory. .”

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“We often say that hard work pays off, and you get more for more, but what is the reality of Dawn City?”

“Everyone here, you work more than twelve hours a day, and you earn barely enough to feed yourself. Your wealth is used to pay rent, pay credit card interest, and pay for all kinds of unfathomable mystery. .”

“Breadmakers eat only the worst bread, shoemakers wear holes in their own shoes, and house builders live in other people’s houses at high prices.”

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“Those who sell illicit drugs and do business in the red light district become rich, but the talented die in poverty and sickness.”

“Those who produce nothing, have everything, People who produce everything, have nothing.”

“Is this your ideal Dawn City? Is this the life you want to have? This is what the original builders of Dawn City wanted See the dawn?”

“Why can’t we get higher wages? Why can’t we own what we produce? Why can’t we get paid to match our labor?”

“If I become mayor, I will raise the minimum wage, close or even take over some illegal factories, reduce working hours, and reduce taxes for the ordinary person – and this part of the vacant tax will be filled by the rich and the consortium , they will even pay more.”

“These taxes will be used to build public health care and public education.”

“In the future everyone will be able to With the corresponding remuneration for your own labor, your debts will be reduced, your work and life will be better, you can afford medical care, and your children will receive a better education.”

There will be no orphans roaming the streets, and every child will receive books and milk.”

“This is my promise to you, and I will fulfill it with my life. It, Dawn will eventually become the Dawn of the Dawn people!”

“So,” Christos raised his right hand high,

“Let’s make Dawn City into a As her designer originally designed it!!

Let’s take back the dawn that belongs to everyone!!!

Let’s take back what should be our reward!!!”

“Long live the morning sun! Long live the people!”

“Long live the dawn! Long live the people! ”

There was a mountain-like response from the entire avenue, and everyone raised their right hands and shouted with the men on the podium.

He Ao watched One glance at this scene of mountain cry out and sea howl, dragging a suitcase and walking past the edge of the crowd.

At this time, a security guard walked through the crowd of densely packed and hustle and bustle, and put a bloodstained I handed the walkie-talkie to Christos.

This chapter is the real chapter 162, and yesterday’s two chapters have the wrong title (囧).

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