It's bullet time! Tan Ke sighed in his heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The next second, as if a mirror had been shattered, everything around them resumed their trajectory. But it was all so slow, and Tan Ke could clearly see those coming at him in a strange trajectory.

Tan Ke took a deep breath, pulled out his pistol, and fired seven shots at the seven bullets in the air. Because of the time of the bullet, Tan Ke can also observe the whole process of his own shooting.

The rapidly spinning bullet flew out of the muzzle, then deflected in the air, and immediately after, a compressed bubble continued to expand from the barrel of the pistol, and the gunpowder burned with an orange flame, and the bullet flew to the left with a few small fragments. Around the bullet, Tan Ke could even use the smoke to observe a pressure-forming "shell" around the bullet.

In the next second, Tan Ke regained normal vision. Even if he didn't look behind him, he knew that the bullet he had fired had hit the armorer's bullet accurately, as evidenced by the fact that he didn't have a single bullet hole in his body now.

"How is that possible! No! This is not true! The armorer, who had become a burning man, shouted in pain when he saw this. It's a pity that Tan Ke just woke up to bullet time.

Tan Ke slowly walked up to the armorer, who was undoubtedly a talent, but unfortunately he only followed the instructions of a loom, which in Tanke's view was a kind of fundamentalist terrorism. The prosperity of mankind today must not depend on God's will and the arrangement of the gods, but is created by one's own hands and ingenuity. When humans faced natural disasters, the gods never appeared.

Therefore, Tan Ke believes that if there is really something controlling the loom in Textile Factory 17, it must be just an evil god.

"In the name of the Templars, let me give you one last ride." Tan Ke bowed slightly to the armorer, and then pulled out the soft sword at his waist, and as Tan Ke poured the soft sword with Haoran Qi, the soft sword straightened up.

Brush!

A white light flashed, and the anguished armorer felt as if his head was flying into the air, and he struggled to open his eyes, only to see his own blood-spurting head and a figure holding a long sword.

Careless, I should have killed him directly!

It was the armorer's last thought, and then his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

In the live broadcast room-

"! The anchor's last bow and decapitation handsome face! ”

“666！ The anchor can, it's strong! ”

"I thought the anchor was going to hang up, but I didn't expect the anchor to wake up in bullet time in a blink of an eye!"

"I don't think let's forget Kevin, okay! His camera directly added special effects, and the collision of 14 bullets in mid-air just now was really exciting! ”

"+1 upstairs, the bullet collision is really cool!"

……

In reality, the probability of a bullet colliding is only about one in a billion, which is far from being as easy as Tan Ke shows. So it's normal for the audience to indulge in this visual enjoyment.

Tan Ke bent down and picked up a pair of bullets from the ground that had collided together, the two bullets colliding head-on, and the kinetic energy had fused together.

"Administrator, you were in danger just now, why didn't you allow us to do it?" Wesley, who had been lying in ambush in the shadows, walked up to Tank with a group of Templar soldiers assigned to him.

Wesley didn't understand why this high-ranking manager would work so hard, in his opinion, he already had a high status, and he should be a commander behind the scenes, rather than come out and charge.

Tan Ke smiled but didn't answer, he weighed the bullets that fused together in his hand, and threw them into Wesley's hand.

"What is this?" Wesley took the bullet in surprise, and he found the primers of two bullets on the strange metal mass.

"You woke up bullet time?" Wesley asked incredulously, of course he understood how difficult it was to hit a bullet unless, unless, like him, could see the trajectory of the bullet.

"Now, do you still think my adventure is unnecessary?" Tan Ke asked.

"It's incredible, I didn't expect you to really succeed!"

Wesley shook his head, of course he knew that the Templars were using his blood for research, trying to create more Templars with bullet time. However, all that has been produced so far is some defective products with fast heart rates, and the Temple has suspended this experiment for now. I didn't expect that in the end, it was the managers who took the lead in making the breakthrough.

Awakened to bullet time, Tan Ke is in a very good mood, and Tan Ke doesn't really need that kind of mysterious liquid to quickly repair body functions. And arc ballistic shooting, with Wesley's father Carlos here, as long as you want to learn, it's not easy to catch.

"Retreat, doers. Our goal has been accomplished, the Armorers have been eliminated, and the League of Assassins will receive our gift. Tank said to Wesley with a smile.

League of Assassins, Textile Factory No. 17.

In this ancient factory, which has been in existence since the time of the Industrial Revolution, the atmosphere in the air is very solemn.

The armorer, who had been burned and shrunk into a small mass of charcoal, was placed on a low platform. The apothecary didn't seem to smell the scorching stench emanating from the armorer's corpse, but scrutinized the armorer's remains.

"The immediate cause of death was beheading." The apothecary's rubber-gloved left hand caress the smooth wound on the armorer's neck.

"As long as you don't have to be blind, you can see this." The butcher, who was playing with his sharp knife, heard the pharmacist's words and cried out in dissatisfaction.

"Butcher, listen to the pharmacist." Sloan gave the butcher a look, and under Sloane's shock, although the butcher was still unwilling, he finally did not continue to interject.

"The armorer was scorched by the flames, which spread from his legs. The legs, chest, skin, epidermis and dermis are charred and carbonized, and all this in a very short period of time. What puzzled me was that the flame that burned the armorer was a little unusual from the normal one. ”

"Is it the flames from the flamethrower?" The pesticide asked.

"Not really." The pharmacist shook his head, "I didn't find the remnants of gasoline on the armorer. Instead, I discovered an accelerant that I can't name, and its ingredients are all derived from the human body. ”

"Alright, let's not dwell on that damn flame, okay! We're in big trouble! The repairman interrupted the pharmacist by holding up a metal ball in his hand.

"What is this?" Firefox asked.

"Didn't you notice?" The repairman sneered, "This is a metal mass formed after the collision of two bullets, and at the scene of the death of the armoryman, we found a whole six!" This means that the enemy has shot down at least six rounds of the Armorer in a row! Everyone here understands that being able to shoot down a bullet with a bullet means only one thing. ”

"The enemy has bullet time." Sloan opened his mouth to give the answer.

"That's right." The repairman nodded.

Sloan clenched his right fist silently, "Could it be Carlos?" ”

"It's not." Firefox replied.

"At the time of the incident, I was at war with the Cross." Firefox replied in the affirmative.

Who could that be? Sloane fell into deep thought. Suddenly, he thought of a key person who had been missed.

"Could it be his son, Wesley?" Sloan said.

"It's possible! After the last time I was stopped halfway, Wesley mysteriously disappeared. I checked his accounts and found that he had £5 million more in his bank card! ”

"Did Cross take his son before and teach him bullet time?" The pharmacist who took off his gloves asked.

"No, it won't be a cross, or more than just a cross." Sloane shook his head, he knew that Carlos had not taken much personal property with him when he defected, and that he could not come up with a huge sum of 5 million pounds just by virtue of the cross.

"Will they unite with the Templar Order?" Firefox thought of another possibility.

It should be said that Firefox's conjecture is already the closest to the truth. It's just that she got one thing wrong, it wasn't Wesley who killed people, but Tan Ke, and Tan Ke's bullet time only woke up in battle.

Sloan let out a sigh of relief, and the situation was getting more and more complicated. But why doesn't the loom give any hints? Those lists are given the names of people who are no different from the past, they have no superpowers, they have no dark forces, they just do evil.

"Find the Templars and Cross and Wesley, then destroy them!" Sloane gave orders to his subordinates present with a serious expression.

"Yes!" The Assassins bowed their heads and dispersed.

Templars, Cross, Wesley. Sloan played with the metal mass he had taken from the repairman, and his face was fierce.

In the underground base of the Knights Templar, Tan Ke once again encounters the Cross, who was very difficult to deal with him before, namely Carlos.

"Mr. Carlos, thank you very much for your help in Wesley's growth, I can't do without Wesley's help this time I can successfully eliminate the armorer." Tan Ke smiled and thanked the cross.

Carlos waved his hand, "Put this set away, Wesley has told me the whole story of this fight." You're fighting entirely alone, and you've awakened bullet time with it. ”

Hearing Carlos expose himself, Tan Ke didn't have an embarrassed expression, but continued to smile.

"I don't understand, you're already so powerful, you have such a powerful organization and a large number of subordinates, you can fly in the sky and still be immune to bullet damage, you've awakened bullet time, and now you're going to learn arc ballistic shooting, I can't understand you, I don't understand what you want?" Carlos wondered if Tank was too dangerous for him, a madman who could bring a large number of nuclear bombs into Britain. Did you really do the right thing about helping him become stronger step by step?

"Mr. Carlos, you don't understand, for me, any power and wealth are just a passing moment, only power is eternal. As long as the price is sufficient, there will be no shortage of betrayals in this world, but my strength will not betray me. Can you understand me? Mr. Carlos. ”

PS: There are currently 12 monthly passes, and there are still 18 short of 30! As long as I have 30 sheets, I will have 12,000 words that day! Word!

(To be continued.) )