Psychics don't die from gunfire

He barely dodged another sharp shovel attack, and then swung his sword to force the opponent back.

The heat dissipation holes hidden in Milton's body spurted out steam with a "hiss", causing the temperature bar in the upper left corner of his vision to drop a little.

The "thermal insulation paint" sprayed all over his body before coming here had already lost part of it in the previous grenade explosion, and the opponent's psychic flame was a wasteful way to pour it out, constantly burning himself along the engineer shovel.

But these are not the main points.

After fighting dozens of times in a row, Milton finally understood the problem.

The opponent's "skill".

In other words, the opponent's skill of using the engineer shovel for close combat is more powerful than himself who has used the "close-range weapon mastery" tactical memory!

No. It can even be said to be far beyond! Only in this way can the opponent suppress himself in turn when his physical function is obviously inferior to his own!

"What a psychopath."

Milton murmured in his heart.

What era is this? How can there still be people who are "proficient in cold weapons"?

"——You took it for granted."

The mixture of coolant and artificial plasma splashed wildly.

As if he had guessed what the other party was thinking, Song Shi laughed while slashing: "Holding swords and fighting is a fine tradition of psychics since ancient times! If you can't even use cold weapons, what kind of psychic are you?!"

——What a ridiculous reason!

Even at this moment, Milton was a little angry and laughed when he heard the other party say such words, and he didn't believe the other party's words at all.

It's time to fight for life.

Milton said to himself in his heart.

Now there is still a chance, that is, weapons.

The single-molecule knife produced by the "Platinum Workshop" in his hand adopts the whole body composite forging process, with a single molecule of "hexagonal crystal carbon nitride" as the blade, and the market price is 7,999 credit points.

The engineer shovel in the other party's hand is at most two or three thousand, and the quality is worse than the single-molecule knife-this is not a random guess. Milton can clearly see that the engineer shovel has a lot of large and small gaps.

This is his advantage.

Next strike.

Forcefully overload and overclock the right arm prosthesis, increase the output to the threshold limit, cut off the engineer shovel with the single-molecule knife, and then crash into it! Cut off the opponent's head!

Without the slightest hesitation, Milton roared, no longer retreated, but went straight forward, showing a life-or-death momentum, and chopped at Song Shi with all his strength!

And Song Shi raised the engineer shovel to block.

——That's it!

At this moment, Milton's right arm suddenly made a harsh mechanical roar, the heat soared sharply, and countless fine components operated and rotated until they finally turned into a huge force to drive the single-molecule knife!

There was not even a sound of friction between metals.

The single-molecule knife was like cutting into a piece of delicate butter, and the shovel blade of the engineer shovel was instantly split into two pieces from the middle-regarding the crazy overload warning of the right arm prosthesis, Milton roared again, pushed the blade one step further, and chopped at the opponent who seemed to be caught off guard!

In less than a second, he could cut the opponent's head in half.

But he didn't have time after all.

In the gap between the two halves of the shovel blade in mid-air, Milton and Song Shi looked at each other. At this moment, the former was surprised to find that the other's eyes were extremely calm, and even had a little praise.

The next moment.

The red-gold flame rolled up, turning into a reverse thrust force that was born out of thin air, pushing Song Shi's body to change direction abruptly, avoiding the trajectory of the single-molecule knife.

Then, almost at the same time as his body changed direction, Song Shi let go of the handle of the engineer shovel, and the whole person leaned down - and then, a silver cold light cut through the darkness, and in an instant, it came and crossed Milton!

When the time that seemed to be frozen began to flow again.

The two figures separated and stood back to back.

Song Shi turned around.

Perhaps it was the effect of inertia, Milton stumbled forward a few steps, and could no longer support himself, and half-knelt down, but while kneeling, he turned his head with difficulty and stared at the person behind him.

A scalpel that was almost completely inserted into the flesh and blood, with a short handle exposed at Milton's neck.

"Cough"

Because he had a "second heart" implanted to enhance his own circulatory system, even though he had received so many injuries in succession, Milton coughed up blood but did not lose consciousness quickly.

His vision did not become blurred like in the movie - the artificial eye was still in loyal focus as always, clearly showing Song Shi's face.

And, the other scalpel in the other's hand.

Just now, the other party abandoned the engineer shovel, pulled out two scalpels from the lining with both hands, and cut his throat at the moment when the two crossed.

"Go ahead, you know what I want to know."

"Hey, tell you?"

Milton forced a smile, his face stained with a mess of blood plasma, coolant, oil and other mixed liquids, looking particularly ferocious: "You killed me, and I'm dying, you still want to ask me for information?"

"Your transformation degree is about 32%, plus the identity of a mercenary, most of these implants are "life maintenance", "enhancement of body functions", "weapon modules" and the like."

"The wounds that are fatal to ordinary people may not be fatal to you, at least they can extend your life for a while."

Song Shi looked down at Milton: "I hate killing, I hate it very much - but if it is necessary, I will not refuse, believe me, you will never want to experience that feeling."

Milton was silent for a while.

".My employer is Kenge, the director of the institute where you escaped."

"Well, what else? Did he tell you about his further plans?"

"Hey, let me think about it, there really is."

Milton laughed softly: "That guy is a loser in the internal factional struggle of Jade Pharmaceuticals. As far as I know, he is always thinking about making a comeback."

"He asked me not to alarm the Security Bureau and Jade Pharmaceuticals, and to take you back privately. I guess it may be related to his plan to make a comeback, but it's hard to say. Who knows the real situation. Oh, right."

As if he suddenly remembered something, Milton showed a look of recollection and said slowly: "There is one more thing, Kenge."

The next moment, the words stopped abruptly, and Milton raised his hand suddenly-his right knuckles turned open instantly, and a row of black gun muzzles pointed at Song Shi and opened fire!

Then Song Shi dodged.

From the beginning, he did not squat, but kept standing, overlooking Milton.

The latter's right prosthesis was already nearly scrapped after the forced overload, and his movements were much slower. In addition, Milton was seriously injured and could hardly move, so this kind of "gun-swinging" shooting was a bit too conspicuous and slow.

A wisp of green smoke came out of the muzzle of the knuckle gun, leaving several holes in the concrete wall in the distance.

Song Shi slowly walked back to his original position and looked at Milton.

"Keep talking."