Ooh...... Not dead yet......

The dozens of people gathered around the police officer did not dare to act rashly, and they all pointed their pistols at him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't think your imitation bullets can kill people, but they can withstand that kind of attack.

Bang bang bang! Continuous gunshots.

The officer leaned down and covered the wound on his chest with his arms, the pitch-black shell covering his body like a rising waterfall. Then, the bullet struck and exploded into a thick cloud of smoke.

"Dead?"

Flag*1。

"The team leader's gun is so powerful?"

Flag*2。

"Hahaha, this guy is nothing more than that!"

Flag*3。

"After being attacked as strongly as the team leader, and then hitting us with these shots, he will not survive."

I'm too lazy to count the flags you have erected.

Black and black, when black breaks away from the black fog, people react.

"Nope! No way! ”

But it was too late, and the unsparing attack and explosion sounded as the officer sent out a semicircular series of sparks. The right half of the encirclement, in less than ten seconds, all fell in smoke.

The other dozen miscellaneous soldiers in the left half of the encirclement were still pulling the trigger in vain.

I'm really curious, why are the people's police so decisive? You don't need to be a criminal, do you?

As expected, the rest of the people also played their role as cannon fodder completely.

"Leave me alone! Leave me alone! ”

The remaining one of them dragged the crippled legs, begging bitterly.

Hey, kill quickly, kill quickly, the members of the fallen people are all the way, pretending to be strong by bullying the weak, but when they meet the real strong, they kneel and beg for mercy.

This kind of talent is a real weak.

"To kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed."

A punch went down, straight to the door of the head, tsk, that scene, indescribable.

At this moment, the night stars are sparse, the dust and fog have dispersed with the wind, the cowards are hiding aside, and the remaining building rooftops, Tang Mi and the police officers below are looking at each other.

The sound of the keyboard clicking.

"Can you take another blow?"

"Hmph......," said the officer, "you can do it again, and I'll be able to take another blow." ”

"Be strong."

"Why don't you pretend, if you can really use such a lethal trick frequently in a short period of time, you won't be indifferent just now." The officer pinched a few pieces of clothing torn from the corpse in his hand and wrapped them around his body, "You haven't even made a hound, which means that you have been greatly injured after creating a monster, or, I am not in your attack range." ”

"uww ......" Doya was silent for a moment.

"I think the reason why you didn't act rashly now, one is that you are too weak in melee combat to approach me, and the other is that you are not sure to kill me at this distance, so you don't want to waste your energy." The officer tied the wound, and although it appeared that the bleeding had improved, it was actually only a small amount of bleeding. "Don't think I don't know you're recuperating, I'm not going to give you any more time to relax."

"Well, give it a try."

With this calm provocation, the officer stepped forward to the pillar supporting the building, and reasoned with both palms. The building, which was already crumbling, was vulnerable and fell tiltingly. Doya on the top floor lost his center of gravity, and he jumped on the edge, and a flying carpet suddenly appeared in the air, catching him steadily.

This ...... You can really make anything.

"Theoretically, there's nothing I can't make." Floating above, Doya continued to fiddle with the keyboard comfortably.

So powerful......

"Bluffing." The police officer who was underground looked a little helpless in the face of the high altitude, "That depends on your mental strength." You can deceive the layman with your clumsy lie. ”

Stinky cop, can I think you're taunting me?

"You don't believe me?"

"I don't believe it." Officer: "Unless you throw a missile down now." ”

Tang Mi nodded, his hands fluttered, and then, a missile the size of a cargo car fell from the side......

I'm a mud horse! You mock him for dry hair!

I hurriedly urged my body, but my limbs did not obey me, and I could only twitch slightly.

It's over, it's over, this time the people of this star are going to die here!

The people below screamed and fled in all directions, but the police officer was alone, standing at the point where the missile fell, waiting for death without love.

Boom!!!

The missile kicked up a wave of dust, but it didn't explode as expected.

Mother...... Target......?

I'm so nervous that I'm sweating, and I'm a little confused at the moment.

"I'm kidding." Tang Mi on the flying carpet said expressionlessly.

"Ah, I know." The officer's expression in the dust and mist did not change, it was still the same innocent face I had seen before, "You can't build a real missile." ”

Nima, you two guys with stiff expressions are still joking!! I thought you didn't have a humor cell!! Forgive us for not being able to understand your cold humor!!

"I want to see if I can stone you to death."

"Experiments have proved that you can't do it." The police officer said, "It's just a waste of mental energy." ”

"It's just a creation of that level, and you don't need money to try."

"From what I've observed, your flying carpet is about a meter lower than just now." The police officer said, "I don't want to be noticed by me, right?" ”

Don Mi was noncommittal.

"It seems that the blanket itself can't fly, but your mental power is supporting you to float in the air." The officer thought for a moment and dismissed the speculation: "No, your ability should not be able to make objects float in the air, and it was you who made this blanket and gave it the rules to 'fly'. Hanging there for a long time will consume a lot of mental energy, right? ”

"Before you bleed to death, there was plenty of money."

Don Mi didn't deny that in the face of those words.

Make the rules? I wondered.

If it's the rule...... Then the strange behavior pattern of the snake and the stupid dog can make sense. But why didn't what he summoned this time look like they were moving according to some kind of rule, but acting on his orders? Whether it's a dog or a snake, Tang Mi behaved as he wanted this time, and he re-ordered the rules when he created things? Or is it ......

I glanced at the man in the grass.

The distance factor?

He is able to operate all the "creations" that are within the scope of his ability (as he says, the things he makes). But the "creatures" outside the scope can only command them to act according to some kind of rules they have made, otherwise they will fail (disappear).

Creations beyond the distance are like clockwork toys that are left to their own devices.

"Oh~" I laughed.

That's right.

Theoretically...... Everything can be made, right?

I glanced at the man in the grass again, trying to confirm his appearance.

I recalled the explosions in my forehead and waist, "In that case, it makes sense." ”

After listening to Doya's words, the officer relaxed his posture in a fighting state.

"If you don't make a move, I can only force you to make a move......" The police officer in the ruins sat on the ground, "After seeing my move, can you still sit idly by?" ”