Chapter 267 Training Object

[Operation ended, successfully survived]

[Node settlement: Fantasy +2]

[Drop extraction in progress...]

[No drops in this exploration. ]

Feng Xue didn't care about whether there were drops or not. In his mind, there was only the feeling of being stuck halfway through his trick at the last moment.

The strange feeling that his body was like a bug sealed in amber and could not move, but the G·I particles continued to move forward according to inertia, but were slowed down by the gradually solidified time and space, made him find the last piece of the puzzle of the Emperor's Qi-watching Technique.

"So it's just like this... Really, why didn't I think of it before, I obviously have such a convenient technology in my hand!"

Feng Xue re-examined the "cards" in his hand, and a sense of pleasure that the questions that he had always been unable to understand suddenly became simple arose spontaneously.

The failed writer who was once a half-student tyrant finally found the feeling of being addicted to doing questions when he was young. His eyes swept to the next node, and after confirming that it was a normal operation, he immediately clicked in.

…

“The news has been confirmed. It is indeed the target. His special forces are also here. Do you want to take action? It will be difficult to take action if you enter the hotel!”

As soon as Feng Xue entered the node, he heard Lou Shuang’s voice. He glanced at the environment and found that he and Lou Shuang were sitting by the window of a milk tea shop, drinking milk tea and communicating "silently" by vibrating G·I particles.

Although he closed his eyes immediately, the feedback force told him that this body did not maintain the state of squinting when he was not there.

Feng Xue sighed helplessly in his heart and glanced out the window without leaving a trace. He immediately noticed the tall building that stood out from the crowd not far away.

“Orchard…”

Feng Xue immediately realized what Lou Shuang meant by the hotel. He swept his eyes across the street and quickly found the target.

Although the other party was disguised as a young man strolling on the street, even without deploying the G·I force field, Feng Xue could feel the unique middle school atmosphere of Hongying Architect from him.

Not to mention that there were a few passers-by around him who always kept a certain distance. They must be his special forces.

Feng Xue still has some understanding of the configuration of the Hongying Army. In addition to the normal organization of the regiment-battalion-squadron-squadron, there are the "special attack team" and the "range team".

The "range team" is similar to the "special operations team" where Feng Xue's predecessor was. The full name is "special operations force". It is composed of 8-12 architects with different functions. While keeping the number of people as small as possible, it retains the complete military functions. The main feature is to be all-round.

The "special attack team" is a unique configuration of Hongying. Because of the training model of Hongying architects, high-level architects often find it difficult to cooperate with the army in combat (of course, there are also areas that specialize in training integrated architects and "exclusive accessories").

In order to give full play to the strength of these senior combatants, the major families of Hongying will build exclusive support teams for these architects with strong single-point breakthrough capabilities to maximize the combat effectiveness of each architect as much as possible.

This leads to the fact that when there is a special attack team, the architects can often exert extraordinary combat effectiveness.

However, Feng Xue was also happy to see this situation. He thought for a while and then said:

"Leave the target to me, you find a way to get rid of his special forces."

"This is different from what we agreed!" Lou Shuang widened his eyes, but Feng Xue thought to himself, how do I know what was agreed in advance? However, seeing that the target was about to leave the area that the milk tea shop could reasonably observe, he quickly said:

"I am better at fighting than you, so listen to me, start at the intersection, the faster you get rid of his men, the easier it will be for me."

"..." Lou Shuang gritted his teeth, but after a brief silence, he nodded:

"Okay, I will get rid of the target as soon as possible to help you! But just this time!"

Feng Xue didn't know whether Lou Shuang meant "just this time to assist you" or "just this time to carry out an unplanned action", anyway, he didn't care too much, just nodded perfunctorily, and asked the waiter to pay the bill.

Walking out of the milk tea shop, Lou Shuang held Feng Xue's arm in a familiar way. After a short stiffness, Feng Xue immediately reacted and adjusted the position of his arm according to Lou Shuang's height. The two of them walked towards the target at a moderate speed, just like a young couple who just came out of the milk tea shop.

Then, at the moment when the target turned around the corner, Lou Shuang's figure suddenly flashed, and disappeared without even the slightest fluctuation of the G·I force field.

Feng Xue's G·I force field also unfolded at this moment. As Lou Shuang broke the neck of a "passerby" without any warning, Feng Xue also went around the corner and rushed towards his target with a scream!

"Interesting, I, a killer, was targeted by others?"

The young man who spoke fluent Qingyun language felt the G·I force field around Feng Xue, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly. Then, black flames rose behind him.

Almost at the moment when the black flame spread, waves of G·I particles also spread out from different corners, and they merged into the black flame. In just a breath, the black flame, which was originally a bit messy, had turned into a translucent armor, which was precisely wrapped around the architect.

He held the black flame sword in his hand, looked arrogant, and waved to the special forces who helped him complete the armor:

"Your mission has been completed, go to the side and guard, don't let anyone disturb me!"

Feng Xue had no objection to the man's arrogant words. He didn't even plan to sneak attack. He just watched the architect finish the part of the armor that was supposed to be woven by the guy who was killed by Lou Shuang. When everything was formed, he gently clenched his fist. In an instant, his body seemed to be surrounded by a light golden mist.

"I haven't met a decent opponent since I came to Qingyun. I hope you won't disappoint me!" Speaking words to boost confidence, Hongying architect swung the black flame sword with one hand, and the seemingly cold black flame turned into a half-moon sword light and flew towards Feng Xue.

Feng Xue stretched out his hand and shook it. The seemingly simple one-handed sword easily picked up the black flame. He took a step forward, crossed a distance of several meters, and directly included Hongying architect in the attack range.

The distance between the two was instantly shortened, but Hongying architect did not panic at all. He didn't even make any movements. The armor made of black flames on his body seemed to have life, and suddenly extended a sharp blade and stabbed out from his armpit.

However, Feng Xue seemed to have expected this scene. He just slightly turned his body to avoid the attack. Behind his left hand, a short sword immediately blocked the sharp blade.

His movements were small and slow, but Hongying Architect felt an indescribable awkwardness, because it was just a flip of the wrist and twist of the ankle, but it could accurately defend against his varied attacks.

"Another one died. If you don't show some real skills, all your men will die." Feng Xue took a step to the left as if taking a walk. While mumbling, Hongying Architect was shocked to find that the black flame he shot had been predicted in advance.

An incomprehensible astonishment spread in his heart. Why was the black flame that did not contain any action at all predicted?

The trigger perception of the G·I force field? Or did he see his bad habit of locking the target with his eyes? Or... foreknowledge?