Psychics don't die from gunfire

Song Shi woke up from the bed.

He glanced at the electronic clock on the wall. It was six o'clock in the morning. He had slept for two hours.

Although psychics have become more extraordinary with the rise of psychic power, and sleep is no longer a physiological limitation, according to incomplete statistics released by the giant enterprise [Emerald Pharmaceuticals], most psychics will still take the initiative to maintain a certain degree of sleep habits.

This is also the case for me.

Even after ascending to the fourth ring [Sublimation] in my previous life, I have theoretically become a special species that has nothing to do with humans, but as long as there is no emergency, I am still willing to take a nap for an hour every day.

"Sleeping is indeed a good way to help the body and mind."

It took some effort and injuries to knock down Huang Hao last night.

Song Shi stretched his body and got out of bed.

After washing up, he opened the refrigerator in the room, took out a can of orange juice, and went downstairs to eat.

Song Shi pushed open the door.

"You are dead."

The lieutenant standing at the corner of the 20th staircase looked grim.

Song Shi sighed.

He squeezed orange juice in his right hand, and while passing by the other party, he grabbed the muzzle of the gun that was suddenly raised in the other party's arms with his left hand. The red-gold flame was only wrapped in his five fingers, and he easily softened and melted the muzzle of the gun, and the molten iron dripped.

"The opening remarks are good, score eight points, and the long gun is used at close range indoors, score four points. Why not try the heavy shotgun? Remember to clean up the iron slurry on the ground when you leave."

Song Shi drank a sip of orange juice, which was icy and sweet. The raw oranges were pure, unpolluted and clean.

He walked down two floors, and a burly man with chest muscles like door panels and two gorilla prosthetic arms squeezed into the corner, his eyes wide open: "Hohohoho! Nandou Song Shi! I am Lieutenant Zhang Feng! I came here to ask for--"

An index finger hit the chest.

So fast! When did he make the move? !

The big man was startled, but as soon as his thoughts reached this point, a dark flame ignited on his index finger.

The next moment, he felt a tremor in his head. When his consciousness regained clarity, he found himself half-kneeling and collapsed on the ground.

"Although this is the disaster flame I used myself, it's still a bit bad for you to lie down in one second. I can only give you three points."

Song Shi took another sip of orange juice: "Your tolerance for prosthetic implants is higher than that of normal people. This is your talent, which is quite good. But killing people is not just about the performance of the prosthetics. Stop the continued implantation of the prosthetics and the revision plan first, and temper your own character and will."

Eleventh floor.

"Haha! We are brothers. No matter how many opponents there are, we will fight together! Please teach me!"

Bang! Boom!

"The cooperation is good, which can be called close. I give you seven points, but your own strength is low. No matter how good the cooperation is, it's just so-so. You can consider separating for a while to practice separately."

Tenth floor, a lieutenant threw away the empty syringes in his hand. His muscles were knotted and his tendons were like black dragons. It was obviously a rare prosthetic person who used "biological prosthetics" as a reinforcement plan.

"The essence of the fist--"

He raised his fist.

"Devil's fallen muscle fiber!"

--Bang!

"The force is really great, I almost smashed the scorched earth with you." Song Shi waved his hand casually, and the scorched earth with cracks appeared instantly restored to its original state, engulfing the opponent: "But only the force can be seen, the reflex nerves are slow, give you six points."

Go down again.

Eighth floor.

"Mister Nandou!" The young man wearing a bamboo hat and a military uniform shawl looked solemn, with streamlined, symmetrical and powerful silver prostheses, and his five fingers clenched the sword: "Dare you take my sword!"

"Come."

The indigo electromagnetic light disappeared in an instant, and before that, the scabbard as an electromagnetic accelerator had pushed the blade to eject, and it slashed out at supersonic speed!

"Well, the speed is there, but the force is too weak."

Two fingers clamped the sword tip that was still trying to tremble.

"Suitable for sneak attacks, not suitable for frontal attacks, give you six points."

Fifth floor, the hotel's buffet breakfast restaurant.

"Nandou Song Shi, I'm He Chang, and I've come from nine counties to learn your skills."

The man put his index finger on the hilt of his sword, clanging: "Well, of course, I can wait for you to finish eating first."

".Colonel."

Song Shi picked up the noodles, thought about it, and put down the chopsticks he had just picked up: "Hey, er, Major He, do you have high-altitude maneuvers?"

"I'm not good at it, but I have it."

"That's fine." Song Shi stood up and walked to the window: "Jump off the building, don't fight in here."

Five minutes later.

Song Shi dispersed the flame wings transformed by Huo Yan and flipped in through the window again.

".This noodles are still melted."

"Would you like to try the fish soup?" Ai Lu, who was sitting opposite, pushed the plate: "It's soft and delicious, and it tastes good."

"Let me try it, it's really okay."

"Lapis Lazuli, what time is it now?"

"Eight hours, seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds."

"How long will it take to get to Tiandu?"

"A straight-line distance, one hundred and twenty-three kilometers."

"Okay." Song Shi leaned back and smiled leisurely: "Then let's go, this last section of the road-"

With a bang, the door of the restaurant was slammed open.

"Nandou Song Shi! Lieutenant Xu Wen! Come to ask for advice!"

Song Shi was silent for a while and turned his head.

He looked at the man at the door for a few seconds and slowly stood up.

".Destroying public property, zero points."

This last section of the road is not easy to walk.

——[Chunming County].

The Beiting Defense Line has sixteen counties under its jurisdiction, and it is the only core county and province.

Everyone knows that the "Nandou" will definitely come here.

Therefore, a considerable number of officers did not choose to intercept in advance, but went to [Tiandu] at the same time, trying to wait here and bomb the opponent under the attention of the entire Beiting defense line.

However, after learning that "Yan Yang" Huang Hao was defeated.

They suddenly realized that if they did not take action, they would not have a chance to take action when the opponent really hit [Tiandu].

Those who had been waiting, examining, waiting, and not rushing, finally could not hold back anymore, and rushed out of Tiandu and rushed towards Song Shi - the opponent's route was too straight, and anyone could wait in advance by checking the electronic map.

"Nandou Song Shi Shi Shi Shi Shi -"

"Captain Wang Yun! Come with martial arts! Please teach me -"

The man wearing the high-altitude mobile exoskeleton armor "Heron" flew across the sky, circling the intelligent control floating artillery group, and his voice was distorted in the high-speed airflow.

As the second ring of [Transcendence], he resonated with this "Heron" strongly, making its performance much stronger than the standard version, focusing on high-altitude maneuvers and beyond-visual-range firepower.

As far as he knew, the opponent had not yet demonstrated beyond-visual-range strike capabilities.

"Pulse sniper rifle?"

Song Shi leaned out of the car window, and a black dot was faintly visible at the end of the sky, turning and maneuvering, and suddenly laughed.

"Don't you know that the nemesis of snipers is missiles?"

The opponent summoned the Flame Wing! The opponent began to take off! The opponent tried to approach him!

Very good, everything is under control!

Even if it is "Nandou", it will never be able to surpass him in "high-speed maneuverability". The next step is to-

Why did the opponent's side suddenly light up?

"Who told you that you must get completely close?"

The next moment, one hot flame star after another filled the sky, like a torrential rain, completely submerging the opponent.

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Eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

Ten kilometers away from [Tiandu].

"I don't think we need to continue driving now."

Looking ahead, Song Shi stopped the car, looking at the scene that even he could not help but admire.

He praised and got out of the car.

Took out the heavy murder.