Chapter 792 Simulation? Xue An Is Shocked

A black soldier who had experienced hundreds of battles died in his own hands.

This was quite unbelievable to Xue An, because the entire battle process was so short that it made people wonder if the other party was acting.

Just last night, Zhu Shijiu found him specially and practiced with him personally for a whole night. Xue An didn't learn any high-end combat skills, and he didn't understand the use of this kind of temporary training, so that night He asked directly.

"This is useless, right? You know, although I can inject medicine, I am not strong enough. Even if I inject medicine, I can't fight to the death with a real black soldier."

Faced with Xue An's helpless words, Zhu Shijiu just shook his head.

"The training I am doing for you now is special attack training. I am not training you in general combat skills, but in training your special attack combat skills against a certain black soldier."

Xue An wondered: "The combat skills specifically targeted at a certain black soldier... Is there anyone I must deal with?"

Zhu Shijiu shook his head: "Not really, others may be able to do it, but the responsibilities are more important, so I chose you. From a safety perspective, it is 100% safe, as long as you follow my training." , you will definitely achieve your goal safely.”

"..."

Xue An twitched the corner of his mouth, not believing it at all.

So the training begins.

"I will try my best to simulate the enemy you will encounter tomorrow. You don't need to bear too much burden. You only need to form a complete muscle memory tonight. When it comes to the real battle, your body will make the decision one step ahead of your consciousness. reaction."

Although Xue An didn't believe that Zhu Shijiu's training would have any effect, in view of Zhu Shijiu's pressure, he still started sparring with Zhu Shijiu according to the instructions.

The content of the sparring was very strange. Xue An originally thought that Zhu Shijiu's sparring training would simulate various combat techniques of his opponent and try to simulate various moves and options. However, the fact was that Zhu Shijiu only simulated one combat route.

"Wait a minute, won't the enemy here choose to attack from another direction? They will definitely attack from this direction?"

"Yes."

"And here, will the enemy really make such a strong and decisive choice? Will he really use a roundhouse kick under the control of Qing Kuang?"

"That's right."

"And here..."

During the entire sparring process, Xue An kept raising various possibilities. After all, in his view, battles were ever-changing, and it was not surprising what possibilities would arise. However, Zhu Shijiu was still very stubborn, and even seemed to be crazy in Xue An's eyes, forcing him to only deal with one battle route.

In the end, perhaps because he couldn't stand his nagging anymore, Zhu Shijiu said: "My simulation of the enemy is 100% correct. Maybe you can't understand the specialness of the elite black soldier class. I can tell you clearly that this is because of who I am. Elite black soldier level ability.”

Xue An was suspicious: "I know that elite black soldiers are somewhat different from ordinary black soldiers, and they may develop skills that are different from ordinary black soldiers based on their own pheromones, but what is your ability?"

"simulation."

Zhu Shijiu's answer is simple.

"What does a person's fighting style depend on? What does every decision he makes during a fight depend on? What kind of opponent he fights with, and what mentality he maintains to deal with it depends on?"

A series of questions were asked from Zhu Shijiu's mouth, but Xue An did not answer because he knew that these were not questions, but Zhu Shijiu's preparation to output theories.

"It's thinking."

"You are not an elite black soldier, and you cannot understand my pheromones. My pheromones are so sensitive that I can not only respond to danger, but can also analyze a person's inner self through pheromones. As long as I have a complete grasp of a person's information "

"The more deeply I am impressed by that person's pheromones, the more perfect my simulation is. This is my ability! My simulation of that person can be said to be 100%, so I insist on asking You only remember one way of fighting, and that's enough."

Xue An couldn't remember whether he showed a dumbfounded expression at that time. He only remembered that he was shocked: "Really or not?"

"Want to try it?"

Zhu Shijiu said to him.

Xue An didn't react for a moment: "Ah? How to try?"

"I also know your pheromones well during this period. In other words, I can simulate you as long as I want."

Xue An swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Simulation...how far can it be simulated?"

"More than 90%. If you want to describe it, it should be that if you just say a number from one to one thousand, I can guess it correctly." When Zhu Shijiu said this, he nodded his head with his hand, "Because I It can simulate the way you think.”

Xue An naturally didn't believe it. This was beyond the scope of his cognition. If he asked the other party to guess blindly, the probability of guessing correctly was 1/1000. If the guess was correct, then this probability could prove that the other party was not a fool. .

Is it just that my thinking has been simulated? This is a bit creepy.

The number-guessing game started anyway, because Xue An was curious and a little expectant.

"Guess." Xue An had a number in mind.

"1728." Zhu Shijiu replied instantly.

Xue An took a breath: "So fast! And I guessed it right! Damn it!"

Zhu Shijiu said calmly: "I've already said that I can simulate your thinking. So let's get back to the point. I also know tomorrow's enemies very well. If I quantify it, I can 100% simulate the enemies you will face tomorrow."

"This ability is too abnormal..." Xue An thought to himself, it was like cheating.

"As long as you remember the muscle reaction tonight, you can easily defeat the enemy tomorrow just like remembering the order of moves when playing games, even if the enemy's strength is considered upper among ordinary black soldiers."

...

Xue An entered the safe house, ignoring the corpse lying on the ground in the alley, and quickly installed the bomb.

The safe house is a hidden room hidden in the wall, about ten square meters in size. Once you enter the safe house, you can see all kinds of guns, black soldier uniforms, high-end props, etc., which has the atmosphere of American movie agents.

While installing the bomb, Zhu Shijiu's voice was still ringing in the headset.

[You have 2 minutes and 23 seconds. 】

"How did you get the time accurate to the second?" Xue An did not forget to complain while he was busy installing the bomb.

[Hurry up, you still have 2 minutes and 10 seconds. ]

"No problem, absolutely no problem!"

Three minutes passed quickly.

[Retreat! ]

Xue An did not delay, and asked while retreating from the safe house: "Don't you need to check it?"

"I checked it when you installed the bomb, and there was no abnormality in the bomb self-checking program... Don't go that way, turn around and go out from another exit."

Xue An immediately turned around and left the alley.

And just as he turned out of the alley, he just walked out of the front foot, and a person walked into the alley behind him. The person froze his body as soon as he took a step, and all his muscles tightened up.

The time was just right. Xue An had no idea that it was such a coincidence, and he didn't know how urgent the time given by Zhu Shijiu was.

The black soldiers who had just entered the alley were in a mess.

A body was lying in the alley where the safe house was located, and the door of the secret safe house was open.