How to deal with the attack of thermal weapons has always been a matter of disagreement in the psionic world.

In the psionic association's various psionic limit records, the psyker's defensive limit against thermal weapons was created by a ninth-level psyker who specialized in the auxiliary system, and he held the [City Wall] and [Barrier] two defensive system spiritual scripts, which could resist ten assault rifles at the same time for thirty minutes of non-stop fire, which was a miracle.

However, people like him are still a minority of psionics.

The vast majority of psionics have only two options when faced with thermal weapons:

Dodge, or instantly kill the person with a hot weapon.

Generally speaking, the most common defense used by psionics against thermal weapons is to summon a psionic barrier. The strength of the psionic barrier increases as the psionics' level increases.

There are also people who choose to wear body armor, but that is rare. The reason is that body armor is expensive and has very few purchase channels, which is basically monopolized by some security companies.

On top of that, body armor is about as protective as a psionic barrier.

Internationally, the protection level of body armor is divided into seven levels, of which the highest level of protection body armor can withstand a warhead with a muzzle velocity of 887 m/s and a weight of 10.6 grams at a distance of 850 meters. This level of protection can withstand most of the world's automatic rifle fire. However, this is based on the premise that the protective plug plate is worn.

And this is already the highest level of protection of body armor.

The real reality is that the body armor widely available today is only capable of protecting against fragments from the explosion of stray bullets, bombs and grenades. If you're lucky, you'll be able to withstand bullets from a regular pistol's long-range shots, but you'll have to wear a bulletproof plate when you're in close quarters.

Once the body armor and bulletproof plates are worn, the psyker becomes quite clumsy.

As a result, psionics prefer psionic barriers to body armor.

However, when facing light weapons with high accuracy and wide lethality, such as assault rifles and submachine guns, as long as they are not holding defensive spiritual scripts, neither the psionic barrier nor the body armor will be effective.

In the face of a torrential rain of bullets, they are almost like papier-mâché, and all the psykers can do is immediately find cover to dodge.

In addition to defensive spirits, there are other ways to do it.

If you have an auxiliary spirit text like [Mirror Realm] that can be displaced, you will have a greater chance of surviving in the face of thermal weapons, and you can even fight back. And this is also the first choice of the vast majority of psykers who are unwilling to sit still when faced with thermal weapons.

Among the thermal weapons, there are only two types of thermal weapons that are less threatening to psionics: light weapons with fixed flight paths such as rockets, and slow heavy weapons such as tanks.

The rest are quite scary, especially sniper rifles. This silent assassination weapon is simply a natural nemesis for psionics.

Because psionics can't activate the spirit script and summon the psionic barrier all the time, most of the time they are no different from ordinary people, and all they need is a sudden bullet to kill them.

For several years, the Psionics Association has been proposing the destruction of all thermal weapons at the 233 Security Council, and the purpose of this is well known to passers-by. Every time this proposal was proposed, it was directly rejected by Huang Ming.

Huangming is recognized as a major power in thermal weapons, once all thermal weapons are destroyed, the military strength will fall off a cliff, what will be used to fight monsters and sea beasts at that time?

Although the Psionic Society is subordinate to the Inquisition and its position is not limited by national borders, it was only a brilliant idea of the Prophet Cyrus when he founded it, and who can say for sure which side of the ass of its rulers will sit in a few years later?

Let's get back to the point.

But it was said that the two security guards saw that Guo Qiqi and Guo Miaoli began to rush suddenly with a slight charge, and they were immediately intimidated, and they could rush forward to fight for their lives in the face of monsters, but in the face of hot weapons, they had not been trained to say how to deal with this situation.

This is not only a specialization in the art industry, but also the environment in which it is located.

As mentioned earlier, Pingjiang bans guns. Even those who are qualified to carry guns are in the same camp as them, such as their security captains. However, even the captain of the security guard was only holding a Type 54 pistol.

They have never seen a submachine gun in their lives!

If it hits them, it can beat them into a sieve in an instant.

Who can not be afraid?

In the elevator car, bullet casings splashed everywhere, causing the faces of Guo Qi and Guo Miaoli to hurt, and even opened two or three bloody wounds.

And the target of their salvo of guns, the man, fell to the ground in the rain of bullets, and the elevator car shook.

At this time, there was a dense sound of footsteps from the side of the safe passage door, which was muffled by the fierce gunfire, faint and indistinct, and neither Guo Miaoli, Guo Qiqi nor the two security guards heard it, however, the man heard it, and his senses were not as sharp as ordinary people.

The dark blue pupils shrank slightly.

The next moment, he didn't hesitate to snatch the door out.

The two security guards were already so frightened that they were about to pee their pants, thinking that the man was going to attack them, and they retreated again and again.

As they watched in horror, the man ran in the opposite direction of the safe passage door.

A wall blocked his way, but he castrated, turned sideways, used his shoulder as a corner, easily broke through the wall, and disappeared in an instant into the moonlight of the autumn night.

Meanwhile, the security captain and his team members finally arrived.

Seeing the situation of Qi Qi and Guo Miaoli holding submachine guns in the elevator car, he immediately took out the Type 54 pistol and shouted coldly: "Don't move!"

Miaoli's arm holding the gun hung down weakly, and her hair was already wet with sweat, looking extremely embarrassed.

Hearing the cold drink from the security captain, she raised her eyes to look at the other party, and then said weakly: "Don't be nervous, I'm a guest here." As she spoke, she dropped the gun in her hand. Next to her, Qi Qi also bent down and put the gun on the ground.

"Are you ......" The security captain stared at the half of Miaoli's blood-covered face, and finally recognized it, "Miss Kuang!?"

There was a bit of disbelief in his tone, it was hard to imagine that Gu Miaoli, who had always been regarded as an urban beauty by them, would appear in front of them with this thunderbolt girl.

"It's me. She nodded weakly, her eyes almost completely closed, and the exhaustion of her body came to her like a tidal wave.

She had already suffered external injuries, although after some hasty and hasty dressing, the bleeding had temporarily stopped.

However, after a long period of high-intensity continuous shooting, the gauze had already collapsed, and blood oozed out.

At this moment, she only felt a wave of exhaustion surging up from the depths of her body, and then, her eyes went black, and she fell to the ground softly, and she didn't know anything.

When I woke up again, I was in an intensive care unit.

Soft bedding, snow-white sheets, and pots and pots of fruit baskets on the floor. The windows inside the house are bright and clean, and the birds outside the house are fragrant. Everything was telling her that she was safe now.

She sniffed the fresh aroma of the quilt, looked up at the ceiling, felt a little emotion in her heart, and her eyes unconsciously turned red.

It was really a nightmare, a monster that couldn't be killed, if it weren't for the security team that the other party was afraid of hearing the news, I'm afraid she and the situation would be in a catastrophe. However, even so, he could not catch him, so that he was still on the run, and the thought of such a dangerous figure still walking in the dark night of Pingjiang could not help but feel a chill.

At this time, a nurse walked in, and when she saw that Guo Miaoli was open, she said happily, "You're awake." ”

Guo Miaoli just wanted to smile at her, but suddenly felt a burst of pain, and couldn't help grinning, but the pain was even worse.

The nurse walked forward quickly, bent down and carefully examined the beautiful face, and was relieved to see that the gauze had not broken.

"Will there be a scar?" asked Miaoli timidly.

The nurse smiled: "No, we have already applied the spiritual water blessed by the red carp to you, and we will apply it again tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and you can untie the gauze after three days to ensure that your skin is as smooth as before." ”

"That's good. She smiled sweetly, this time very lightly.

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Condition family manor.

Guo Qiqi walked out of Guo Longjin's study, and two band-aids lay across his face like two ugly patches.

Guo Longjin mainly asked him one thing, that is, the whole story of the attack on him and Guo Miaoli this time, because there was no need to hide it, and the situation was all told the truth.

After he left, in the study, Long Jin's face was solemn.

A monster that can't be swept away with a submachine gun, and almost certainly a terrorist who infiltrated Pingjiang from the Persian Empire, is now waiting for an opportunity in a corner of Pingjiang that he doesn't know where to hide.

This is not dignified.

He began to consider postponing the visit of those from the Persian Empire to Begonia High School for the time being.

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As he walked downstairs, the TV in the living room was broadcasting the news of a major traffic accident in real time, the screen was a badly damaged taxi, the police and the city guards were standing around, the police cordon blocked an area, and the reporters who had rushed to hear the news were holding long guns and short guns outside the cordon.

Qi Qi stopped.

The originally calm and indifferent face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

Although the news did not report the identity of the deceased, he recognized the taxi at a glance from the flashing license plate.

His mind couldn't help but flash the face of the smiling and simple driver.

Guo Qiqi didn't know what his name was, he only knew one thing, and that was that this person died because of him and Gu Miaoli!

At this time, in the screen, a pot-bellied pregnant woman suddenly rushed through the cordon and threw herself on the body bag that was transported to the funeral car, crying bitterly and movingly.

Qi Qi's complexion became even more ugly, gloomy and almost dripping, and he felt a sullen breath pressing on his heart, unable to swallow, unable to breathe, making him depressed, and for the first time in his life, the desire to destroy appeared.

That man!

The man with dark blue eyes!

He's going to kill him!