Time rewinds to a few minutes ago.
After briefly dealing with the injury of sniper William Schmidt, everyone in the Indian team hurriedly evacuated from the back door of the hotel, but Immorton took his time and turned his legs below the knees into one. The whole person was suspended in the mid-air in a swirling cloud of sand, holding the Black Book of the Dead in his hand and muttering something in his mouth as he slowly moved to the end of the Indian team.
Although their position was discovered by the snipers of the Central Continent Team and they were forced to make an emergency transfer, under the command of Professor Arthur Cavendish, the Indian Team's evacuation was also quite orderly: their formation was not chaotic at all, and they were always moving. Protect the mental power user Xue Nai in the formation, and the mental shielding will not be relaxed even a little bit. And their retreat route was also in a blind spot in their field of vision. However, what they didn't know was...
An assassin lurking in the shadows has quietly targeted their lives.
(Same as the conclusion from the previous test, unless the mental power user activates the first level of the gene lock, and deliberately compresses the mental power, and only scans an area with a radius of ten meters, otherwise, I will not be able to find me who has escaped into the shadow.)
At this time, Zhao Yingkong was in a rather strange state: hiding in the shadows, she did not turn into a ball of shadows, but entered a weird "shadow space"... In this "space", Although she could not reach out and see her fingers, everything more than one meter away from her was as dark as ink. At the same time, she can breathe, walk, and even adjust equipment normally. However, the air here is very "heavy", as if she is in water. She can feel a lot of resistance in every move, which makes her move Slowed down by several percent.
However, saying that this is a "space" does not seem to be accurate... Whether it is a huge demiplane or a fragment of space the size of a living room, they all have a common characteristic - isolating the inside and outside. But this "shadow space" will not only be penetrated by magical and legendary attacks, but also cannot hinder the transmission of information... Although Zhao Yingkong in it cannot directly see the outside world, he relies on the first-level gene lock and As an assassin's intuition, she can still roughly determine the enemy's location through their "aura".
Of course, the accuracy of this kind of judgment is limited, especially when the target is moving... The art of "assassination" has extremely strict requirements for accuracy: the moment Zhao Yingkong "rose" from the shadow, even in the The blind spots in the Indian team's field of vision will also be instantly discovered by mental scanning. This means that she has no time to observe carefully, otherwise, this only opportunity to take action will be fleeting... She must lock her target before "surfacing"!
The reason why Zhao Yingkong hesitated to take action and just patiently followed the Yinzhou team was precisely because of this... As an assassin, she would not gamble her luck recklessly, but would calmly find the enemy's loopholes. , pursuing that fatal blow!
(The Indian team stopped moving. One of them went to the top floor of this bungalow, while the other seven stayed in place, including the important team member who was closely protected and highly suspected of being a psychic, and the one who stood on the ground. Not far away, the cold aura that is far away from the others...should be Immorton.)
(This residence has good lighting, and there are only a few shadows in the corners of the hall. This means that I cannot sneak directly to them. I can only "float" to the edge of the hall, and then cross the 20 meters or so. distance to complete the assassination.)
(So, my goal is...)
Standing breathlessly in the "shadow space", Zhao Yingkong pushed her intuition to the limit, capturing every "aura" in the outside world. At the same time, in her mind, she also relied on the experience of the assassin and the genetic lock. The power was repeatedly deduced to select the most suitable target, but at this moment... the aura on the second floor suddenly experienced abnormal and violent fluctuations!
(Aura fluctuations of this frequency should bear a huge load. Is it launching some kind of long-range attack?)
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yingkong clenched the dagger in her hand... She had to make a decision!
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The next moment, a graceful figure jumped out from the shadows. She was wearing a suit with a pure black luster. She looked like Marvel's Black Widow, DC's Catwoman, or Lilith's Demon... Ahem, The tights, even though they were tightly wrapped in high-tech materials from neck to toes, did not expose even half of the skin, but highlighted the exaggerated curves vividly.
Then, she touched the ground with her toes, and in just one step, she increased her speed to the limit. Holding a dagger wrapped in light blue flames, she rushed straight towards the mental force protected by everyone in the Yinzhou team. Zhe Xuenai!
"Enemy attack!"
Everyone in the Indian team is not stupid. Among them, the two people who reacted the fastest reacted almost as soon as Zhao Yingkong appeared: the dark giant Imani's eyes were blank, and the muscles all over his body moved in a disgusting way. The method squirmed and swelled, and he kicked hard, causing a ferocious crack to appear on the concrete floor, blocking it directly between Zhao Yingkong and Xu Nai; and Xu Nai, the spiritual powerhouse, also subconsciously turned on the gene lock. Stepping down the stairs, his hands reached into his arms, as if he was planning to take out something.
The next moment, Manavia, who had just woken up from the coma, also reacted. She raised her hands flat and let a looming protective layer cover herself... This made her physical fitness mediocre, and it took nearly half a second to react. Professor Arthur Cavendish came over and almost turned his nose with anger: Among the three, the only one who was not stupid was Imani, whose brain was almost filled with muscles! ?
Needless to say, Manavia was greedy for life and fearful of death. The target of the assassin from the Central Continent Team was clearly the psychic Xuenai, not her who was a few meters away, but she used the shield on herself... Didn't she know? If a valuable psychic was killed because of her mistake, would the captain definitely kill her even if she survived this horror movie?
As for Xuenai, she didn't know whether she had seen through Manavia or didn't trust her shield enough. She actually planned to take out the Sun Golden Sutra in her arms and activate the light magic self-defense on it... Didn't she know that the Sun Golden Sutra Once it comes out, will Immorton inevitably fall out with them on the spot? In the absence of the captain, a flanking attack between him and the strong men from the Central Continent team might be enough to kill everyone present!
"Manavia, use TM's shield on Schnei!"
"Xue Nai, don't fucking take out the Sun Golden Scripture. Are you looking for death?"
The "Professor", who is usually elegant and easy-going and has the style of an old-school British gentleman, angrily cursed for the first time during the spiritual link... This really cannot be blamed on him, but on the stupidness of these two pig teammates.
Fortunately, they were not hopelessly stupid. After being yelled at by the Professor, they managed to make up for it and made the right move in time.
And the next second, Zhao Yingkong had already rushed in front of Imani. The latter laughed ferociously, opened his arms with tangled muscles, and rushed towards the petite figure... His arms were even more slender than Zhao Yingkong's waist. , it is more than twice as wide. If he catches it firmly, the whole body's organs will be ruptured and the bones will be broken.
However, Zhao Yingkong taught him a lesson: Even if they are both at the first level of gene lock, their realms... are completely different!
I saw her appear nearly two meters in the air with a strange movement. Then, with a light and ballet-like movement, she lightly tapped her right foot on Imani's casserole-sized fist, and used the force to do it. He did a beautiful front flip and passed directly over his head. Without losing speed, he continued to rush towards Xuenai, who was a few meters away.
(According to zero-point intelligence, the shield of the Indian team almost blocked the bullets of the Gauss sniper rifle, and my full blow with the Fang of Hellfire was far less powerful than the Gauss sniper rifle, so...)
The thumb, index finger and middle finger of Zhao Yingkong's left hand turned into claws. Those nails, which had been tempered for thousands of years and were as strong as gold and iron, were still crystal clear and better than peach blossoms. They reflected a beautiful but dangerous cold light and clawed at Xuenai's right eye... It turned on the gene. Locking the first level, even though she was surrounded by a solid shield, Xuenai was still shocked by the decisive killing intent, as if she saw the claw piercing her eyeballs and smashing her brain.
"help me!"
The slightly cumbersome Imani was turning around, but Zhao Yingkong's claw had already reached Xuenai's eyes, and then was blocked by an invisible, colorless but extremely strong "air wall"... Who knew that she didn't have the slightest bit of trouble? Feeling discouraged, a Ye Zi-like smile rarely appeared on her usually cold and pretty face, the kind of cunning smile that shows success!
It turned out that the claw on her left hand seemed to be filled with awe-inspiring murderous aura, but it was not used at all... The moment it touched the protective shield, it immediately changed into a claw and used the protective shield as a support. The man jumped two meters. Then using the protective shield as a strong "stepping stone", he soared directly into the sky. With a wave of the Hellfire Fang in his hand, he forcibly broke through the ceiling of the bungalow and jumped to the top of the building.
Her target, from the very beginning... was not the spiritual powerhouse Xuenai!
What appeared in front of Zhao Yingkong was the bearded middle-aged Yorif, whose right arm had transformed into a huge missile launcher and was preparing to launch the next cruise missile. The latter's expression changed drastically, and when he was about to throw away his cumbersome right arm and cut off his tail to escape, a group of strange blue flames had already penetrated his eyebrows.
Not only that, this cruel little girl also twisted the Netherfire Fang that she thrust in 360 degrees...
Even though Yorif's body has been semi-mechanized, and his arms have even been equipped with T-1000 technology, his brain is still made of flesh and blood... This time, it is obviously cold to the core.
