"I'm sorry, the user you contacted can't be reached for the time being, please ....... later"

Damn it! Is it still in there?!

With a swipe of his right hand, after turning off the screen that the brain computer showed could not be connected, Fang Ming stared fiercely at the department store that was surrounded and blocked. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Under the white mask, his face was already snow-white.

If it's inside... I need more data. At present, the only way is to control the high point of sniping by the police. I'm crazy to get in trouble with the police.

Although he thought so, his eyes were as firm as a mountain, and he did not waver at all.

He lifted his hood and reached out to take off his white mask, revealing a delicate, slightly immature face. At the same time, he took off the black gloves on his hands and moved his slender and powerful hands.

He's going to do it.

This is a sign that he is getting serious.

On weekdays, he wears a mask and gloves at all times, and wears a black hooded outfit that can cover his whole body, not to be maverick, but to save his brainpower.

Even if he doesn't turn on the superbrain, his brain is faster than the world's most advanced supercomputer. Fast, of course, is good, but it has also become a huge load on his brain.

On average, even if he doesn't turn on the superbrain, his waking world is only 7 or 8 hours a day.

But he not only has to go to school and work, but also take care of his sister, and 7 or 8 hours is not enough. That's when I came up with such a way, and I became such a perverted dress every day.

A gust of wind blows on the face of an ordinary person, what will he feel?

Perhaps, it's just cool, or hot.

But what about Fang Ming?

His brain involuntarily begins to calculate wind speed, humidity, temperature, wind direction, and even where it starts and where it ends.

To put it simply, his brain is like a supercomputer that is not very controlled.

In order to reduce this kind of mental power that flows unconsciously, to reduce the exposed part of his body as much as possible, and to reduce the source of sensing data, is the method that Fang Ming came up with.

This perverted costume also came into being.

At this time, he not only removed the mask and gloves, but also turned on the super brain, and the time for him to be awake next was afraid that it would not even be 1 hour.

But at present, he can't manage this anymore.

If you take into account the angle, wind speed, and distance - yes, it should be the three buildings. And then take into account the surveillance cameras, the flow of people, the distance, the police blockade circle.... This is the route!

Shout!

Fang Ming's whole body rushed out with a bang.

No, or it would be more appropriate to describe it as sticking to the ground and flying out.

At this point, he was almost parallel to the ground as he leaned forward.

In this world, the fastest recorded human speed in the 100 meters is 9 seconds.

However, this record is only on the surface and is not accurate. Because Fang Ming's speed of 100 meters at this time reached at least 50 meters per second, at this time, ordinary people could only see his vague shadow with the naked eye, but could not recognize his clear appearance.

To put it more vividly, Fang Ming was now like a small black wind with a wind speed reaching the level of a gale force, and wherever he passed by, he would bring up a gust of air flow with a lot of intensity.

This is the effect of being able to control all the leg muscles after the superbrain is turned on. And this is because he usually neglects to exercise, otherwise, the speed should be faster.

With this speed, what would have taken him five or six minutes to travel was less than four seconds to his destination, which was on the office building across the street from the bank.

When it comes to sniper angles, the frontal one is of course the best.

It's a pity that the gangsters in the bank are not stupid, all the doors and windows have been blocked by them, and it is impossible to see the specific situation inside from the outside.

However, this kind of situation only applies to ordinary people, but it does not include Fang Ming, at least Fang Ming, who is in this state - a completely free person.

With all the large and small muscles in his body being controlled by the brain, Fang Ming's five senses of sensitivity also reached the extreme, and at this time, he was like a humanoid all-round super radar.

Under normal circumstances, almost all creatures within a radius of 1,000 meters at this time, except for insects, should be within his perceptual range, size, degree of aging, species, vitality, orientation, and some even gender, he can very accurately guess based on the data he feels.

So, when his hand touched the exterior wall of the evacuated building, he immediately felt the heartbeat of the police officers inside the building.

Such a slight tremor may not even be perceived by the world's most sophisticated detection machine. But for Fang Ming at this time, it was not difficult.

As a temporary free man, he has raised the sensitivity of his tactile sensory system to the limit of what the human body can bear.

At this time, it is to stroke the smoothest silk, and for him, it is already the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

What if it's a rough façade of a building?

It was a hundred times more painful than the most unbearable burning punishment in the human body.

It would be nice if he could improve the sensitivity of his tactile senses while infinitely reducing his sense of pain, but it was a pity that Fang Ming couldn't do it at the same time, at least at this time.

So, at this time, he could only bear the pain that was a hundred times more painful than burning.

In order to save his sister, he had no choice.

"Sizzle! ****！ ”

The pain was so unbearable that he couldn't help but gasp hard, scolded bitterly, and his face was covered with cold sweat the size of a bean at some point, and his whole body was still soaked.

However, there is no intention of stopping.

His eyes were still firm, so firm that they even wondered if he was beaten with iron, and he didn't feel pain at all.