Chapter 771: The First Formal Contest

Being able to accurately hit the target at a distance of tens of kilometers does not rely on the aiming of the human eye. To some extent, this is already the ability of the practitioners at the beginning of breaking the sea. Moreover, the bullets fired by that firearm were even more powerful, somewhat like a combination of a flying sword and a magic weapon.

The sleeves of the sportswear were shattered, and the remaining fabric kept floating and was drenched by the mist, like a middle-aged man walking in the rain without an umbrella.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu's mood became even worse, and he walked through the mist.

If someone pays attention to the details, it is enough to find that the fine mist has not touched his body at all.

Walking outside the lawn, he looked again at the cliff tens of kilometers away, and saw the man in overalls.

The man had already got up and was squatting on the ground to pack the toolbox, and he thought he would leave soon.

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The fleeing people stopped and looked at the figure in sportswear, with surprise and puzzled expressions on their faces.

Alarm bells were ringing in the square, and policemen in light armor suits were rushing towards this side at high speed, and a few white lines could be seen clearly in the distance, which should be the high-speed suspended police cars of the Police Department.

Jing Jiu walked to the underground passage on the other side of the street, and soon disappeared from people's sight and surveillance.

There are tiny wind currents everywhere in the underground passage, which is the air change brought by the suspended train.

He didn't stand in the switching room waiting to get on the bus like other people did. He walked into the electric control room and came to the dark underground passage.

A bright light illuminates his figure, and it gets closer and closer.

It was a suspension train traveling at a speed of 1,400 kilometers per hour.

With a buzzing sound, another gust of wind blew in the passage.

The wind fell on him, and he turned into a leaf, so he floated up and disappeared into the darkness ahead.

The terminal of this suspended train is called Chunyuan, which is a highland closest to the crustal mountains in the city. There are scattered wooden houses built on it, and more buildings are hidden underground, all of which belong to the government sequence. The sun is blocked by extremely high cliffs, and the light is extremely dim.

A wind chime hanging by the window of a small wooden house suddenly rang, but nothing passed by.

A few stones tumbled down the edge of a loose rock somewhere on the cliff face.

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When Jing Jiu walked down the underground passage and took the wind of the suspension train to Chunyuan, tens of kilometers away, the man in overalls dismantled the gun and walked to the self-propelled elevator tens of meters away with the toolbox.

The government of the Galaxy Alliance built countless self-propelled elevators along the cliffs of the earth's crust, most of which were used to transport workers to carry out daily maintenance on the gravitational field generators. Naturally, they were not clean. The elevators were full of dust and black oil, and the smell was not very pleasant, and even faintly smelled of alcohol.

The man in overalls stood in the elevator going down at high speed, thinking about the scene he saw earlier, his face turned pale, and he suddenly wanted to drink a large bottle of spirits.

As the most senior expert in the Galaxy Alliance, he has unimaginable calmness and willpower, but he is really about to collapse at this time, and he looks very unprofessional.

The first thing to do in an assassination is to determine the death of the target, so when the blue light on the electromagnetic ring disappeared, he did not leave the stone immediately, but still stared at the square dozens of kilometers away.

First, the smoke and dust flying all over the sky, and then the water mist sprayed on the lawn, all blocked his sight.

The next moment he saw the target walk out of the mist, intact, and glanced at himself.

Did you miss your shot?

However, there was no explosion on the square, and the lawn in the mist was still green and pleasing, and there were no large pits hundreds of meters deep.

——He had seen such a deep pit with his own eyes when he was performing a mission on Lanzi Planet seven years ago.

What exactly is going on? It can't be that there is something wrong with his gun.

At this moment, he saw the target's right hand.

The sleeve of the target's tracksuit is damaged, exposing the forearm.

He thought of a possibility.

He thought it was impossible.

How could someone be able to block the high-burning bullets fired by electromagnetically enhanced firearms with bare hands?

A star-level powerhouse like him can fight on those primitive and sinister planetary surfaces and the gravity-free universe, but he can't imagine such a scene at all.

Even those big figures in the alliance who Shen Ye went to the top of the legend in the legend couldn't do such a thing!

What kind of monster is that boy in the tracksuit!

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The elevator made a slight friction sound against the shaft wall, and then made a light click, indicating that it had reached the transfer floor.

The man in the overalls looked a little better, but beads of sweat poured out.

He raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, walked out of the elevator with the toolbox, walked through the complicated passages, came to another maintenance shaft very familiarly, and walked into another elevator. This elevator leads to the Chunyuan underground maintenance point, where there are three dedicated passages to the underground multi-level world.

From there he was going to transfer to the seventh world.

No one knew that he had prepared a safe house there three years ago. Because he felt that the mission this time was too weird and the target was too scary, for the sake of safety, he didn't contact his superiors, and he didn't even plan to return to the team. He planned to hide in that safe house for a year.

The elevator door made a slight grinding sound and slowly closed.

There was a soft click, and an arm stretched in, blocking the closing elevator door.

The skin on that arm was fair, smooth and perfect.

It's just that the sleeves of the sportswear rolled up above the arms are a little tattered.

A flash of shock flashed in the eyes of the man in the overalls, followed by the calm brought about by despair.

Even though he is a strong man in the Star Row, he doesn't have the courage to fight the opponent at this time.

A monster who can block super-burning bullets with his hands, a monster who can come to him from a square 40 kilometers away in such a short period of time, is not an opponent that humans can resist. That being the case, why should he fight the opponent?

Now time and opportunity are precious, he must kill himself with the fastest speed.

While thinking about these things, the man in overalls exerted a little force to mobilize a certain muscle in his back that he didn't use at all, but which he could fully master after long-term targeted training.

That piece of muscle contracted slightly, the layer of film planted under the skin was broken, and the extremely weak biological current began to flow somewhere.

With a soft snap, a small electric spark was born on his back.

Somehow, something went wrong with the circuit under the membrane.

The electric spark brought a clear sting, but the man in the overalls didn't feel it, because he was in extreme shock at this moment.

According to the training tutorial, this method of suicide will never cause problems, but it was actually stopped by the other party!

The man in overalls pulled out a small gun that resembled a needle without hesitation, pointed it at his temple and pressed the button.

There was a muffled snap.

He still isn't dead.

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Jing Jiu withdrew his right hand, looked at the milky white bullet between his fingers, and confirmed that it should be made of some kind of composite material.

He looked at the man in overalls and said, "You will die."

The man in overalls looked at the picture in front of him, his pupils shrunk, but he couldn't speak. At this moment, his whole body had become stiff, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

Jing Jiu continued, "But wait a while."

After saying this, he put the milky white bullet into the front pocket of the backpack with his backhand, and then his palm landed on the top of the opponent's head.

He doesn't know how to extract a confession by torture, nor does he want to subdue the other party like Mo Ada, nor does he want to use Guocheng Temple's two-hearted communication.

In order to save trouble, he planned to use Xuanyinzong's soul search hand to directly read this person's consciousness.

Some vague information fluctuations entered the palm of the man in the overalls from his brain, gradually becoming clearer and clearer.

Those information fluctuations are initially emotions, such as fear and shock.

The fear and shock that remained in the man in the overalls quickly turned to despair, then calm.

Jing Jiu glanced at this person in surprise.

Then those waves of information are the more precise words and numbers.

He saw two words that might be people's names, and at the same time saw a dozen numbers in no order, which might be some kind of connection method.

Just when he was about to continue his search, the information in the man's consciousness suddenly disappeared.

There was a muffled sound.

The head of the man in overalls exploded directly.

The whole elevator was splattered with blood and brains.

The front of Jing Jiu's sportswear was also dyed a lot, some red and some white.

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He didn't expect that this assassin would actually have the courage to face death, and he didn't expect that the opponent could kill himself by headshot when he controlled the opponent's mind.

Looking at the smudges all over the elevator and the brains on his body, he was a little annoyed, and then thought of some information he saw somewhere on the Yinwang.

Some special departments of the Galaxy Alliance military, because they are worried that the enemy will use means to invade the brain to collect information after the members are captured, and they are even more worried about the consciousness invasion of the monsters in the Sea of ​​​​Dark Things, will implant a micro-device in the brains of the members in advance. That device can monitor the brain wave level of the members, and once it finds that the brain wave is in a downward state and at the same time monitors the intrusion of consciousness without an identification code, it will automatically activate.

The so-called start is actually detonation.

——Is it someone from the Alliance military?

Jing Jiu looked at the headless corpse leaning against the elevator wall, quickly scanned his eyes, picked up the toolbox and left the elevator.

When the elevator door closed, he flicked his finger and threw a sword fire into it.

With a bang, the entire elevator started to burn, and within a short period of time, the body of the man in overalls, blood, and brains were all burned to ashes.

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There is a very large body of water in the suburbs of Shouer City.

The water is very deep, with a blue color as a whole, reflecting starlight at night, black as ink, and like a pot of red soup hot pot in the early morning and evening.

This area of ​​water is called the Caspian Sea, and it is actually a ground lake left over from the planetary transformation.

In the extremely remote corners of the Caspian Sea, there are many wild reeds growing, which are taller than people and can block the sight of the outside world from prying eyes.

With the sound of splashing water, Jing Jiu stood up from the lake water. The lake water poured down from the smooth surface of his skin, shining golden light, like magma.

He took a serious bath in the lake water, the reason why he didn't use sword fire was psychological.

Just like Zhao Layue took a bath in the lake before making the decision to go back to Qingshan in Sanqianyuan.

The wild reeds are very quiet, and there are no birds singing.

Thinking about those fat pigeons on the lawn of the square, he found that the biggest difference between this world and the Chaotian Continent seemed to be that there were a lot fewer types of life.

The sword intent turned slightly, and all the remaining lake water turned into mist and disappeared with the wind, leaving only a piece of dryness.

He opened his backpack, took out a blue sportswear and put it on, smelling the faint smell of detergent, he nodded with satisfaction.