"What model is this gun?"
Jiang Zhou picked up a pistol that looked like a crossbow from the weapon rack and asked Black Falcon-136 on the side.
"Scorpio type pulse pistol, how come there are even Mars war technology weapons here..."
136, who was picking at the weapons rack, turned back and glanced at the gun in Jiang Zhou's hand, and couldn't help but mutter.
"easy to use?"
"The weapons in the Zodiac series are like that, most of them are flashy. At least for the adjuster, the collection value is far greater than the practical value... You don't want to pick this one, right?"
Seeing Jiang Zhou carefully reading the instructions for using the Scorpio pulse pistol, 136 immediately asked.
Because it’s a bit weird to call her “native brother” all the time, and Chinatsu Sakura also said that she can’t help but be called “caveman”. Therefore, these people from Icarus combined and used the code name "Theseus" given to Jiang Zhou by the previous company executive as his current temporary name.
"Looking at the introduction above, isn't it quite strong?"
Jiang Zhou asked.
A video window automatically popped up next to the pistol, which was playing a demonstration of the gun's power experiment - a dazzling high-energy pulse whistling, from a distance of hundreds of meters, in the blink of an eye, the goat used as a living experiment was I burned the pair.
"Can you believe this seller's show? This is the state where the maximum power is released. When fully charged, it can only fire three shots. And because of the design problem of the cooling system, in high settings, this gun fires every There will be a cooldown interval of more than three seconds between shots...three seconds, which is enough for the adjuster to do too much."
136 reluctantly took down the pistol from Jiang Zhou's hand, put it back on the weapon rack and continued:
"Everyone's 'backpack' is limited, or to put it another way, the amount of 'intelligence' that each 'stand-in' can carry into the dive is limited. It is better not to waste space on such a toy weapon. "
Jiang Zhou nodded in understanding, and then asked casually:
"In other words, when I encounter someone with this kind of gun, as long as I dodge the first shot at the high-power setting, there will be a three-second window for me to seize the gun?"
136 nodded first, and then asked with a puzzled look:
"Although this is true, why do you keep struggling with grabbing the gun with your bare hands?"
"Nothing, I'm just asking."
…………
So the key is how to dodge the first shot.
Jiang Zhou thought to himself as he looked at the mercenary on the street who pointed a gun at him.
Observation, analysis, evaluation, tactics may...
This is the combat skill I just learned through that tactical memory. Although I am not skilled in using it, it is like memorizing the knowledge points on the eve of the exam.
But compared to a few minutes ago, when I didn't know anything about fighting, this was a complete change.
Adrenaline surges, heartbeat accelerates, blood pressure rises, and the brain blocks the pain that hinders the fight one by one. Liao Qi's body's five senses became sharper, and the brain's protective limitations on the output of muscles and bones were also released.
Observation, analysis, evaluation, tactics may...
Following his own experience, Liao Qi took out the memory from the slot on his body - this was the purpose of the other party's trip, and it was also the only bargaining chip in his hand at the moment.
Then, he threw the chip at the opponent's face, exchanging the chip for the opponent's momentary wavering and...
The moment Liao Qi threw the memory towards him, the tense old snake raised the gun. The pulse pistol connected to his mechanical arm and automatically corrected its trajectory. This time, the enhanced high-energy pulse was powerful enough to blast the opponent's entire head into pieces.
He has given the other party a chance again and again. Since the other party doesn't cherish it so much, there's no need to be polite and just pull the trigger.
But just when he was about to shoot, Old Snake discovered a problem.
When the memory was thrown towards him, the trajectory it drew was exactly in a straight line with the opponent's head from his point of view.
If he pulls the trigger immediately, the high-energy pulse will blast the opponent's head to pieces together with the memory in mid-air.
So Old Snake shifted the muzzle of the gun slightly to the lower left and aimed at the opponent's torso.
"Zi-bang!"
The charging sound of the coil and the starting sound of the cooler sounded at the same time, and a pulse beam erupted from the muzzle of the gun. At the same time, Lao She's other mechanical hand that was not holding the gun steadily caught the memory in mid-air.
Okay, the commission has been...
"boom!"
Something suddenly hit him, and a huge force knocked him to the ground.
"Varied……"
It turned out that the other party jumped up suddenly regardless of the penetrating wound on his leg, and hit him with his own momentum.
The shot he fired just now, because the opponent suddenly jumped up, only penetrated the opponent's thigh again, and did not cause enough fatal damage.
When the old snake turned his attention away from the memory, the other party had already rushed directly to him and pressed his chest against the pulse gun in his hand.
The old snake suddenly continued to pull the trigger, but the Scorpio, whose radiator had not yet finished cooling, could only make a hollow "click" sound.
"you……"
Before he could make the next move, the young man who knocked him to the ground put his knee directly on his neck. At the same time, he wrapped his hands around the hand holding the gun and tried to take the gun away.
Regarding this behavior, the old snake was not surprised but delighted.
Both of his own hands are industrial-grade prosthetic hands. In terms of strength, they are not something that a mortal native like the other party can touch at will.
Want to pry open your fingers and take the gun away? Innocent!
As long as I exert a little force, the opponent's bones will be shattered immediately...
There was a "click", and like magic, the two metal fingers that the old snake was holding on to the pistol were removed by the opponent.
The other party did not try to break off his fingers at all. Instead, he used the weak points of the prosthetic joints and used his own strength to remove the two fingers.
The movements were as smooth as those of the most skilled prosthetists.
After his two fingers were removed, Scorpio, who was held tightly in his hand, had room to move. I saw the other person's fingers reaching into the gap and pulling, and the gun fell into the other person's hand.
At the same time, the heat dissipation of this Scorpio-type pulse pistol had just finished, and it was back to a state where it could be fired at any time.
But this time, the gun was pressed against his head.
How is this going?
The old snake was stunned for a moment.
Why did the stupid young man from before suddenly become as experienced as a veteran with more than ten years of combat experience?
Before he could say anything, the man pulled his face in and looked at him.
The old snake could even see his own frightened face in the other person's calm pupils.
"If you want to survive, take me to the middleman you hired you to come here."
"but……"
The old snake still wanted to struggle.
"Take me to him."
The other person repeated it.
"Okay...ok."
