Chapter 61: Nirvana

A cement staircase with no more than 24 knots, the silk threads pulled in the corridor are as intricate as a silk hole. However, there is a considerable gap in the entry area, and the most difficult part to cross is the middle turnback part, and then there are many fewer mine traps at the exit position.

The Backbinder was deliberately designed to attract Shen Ming to enter, and to launch a surprise attack after waiting for it to reach the interior.

His hidden camera is hidden in a concrete crack, the size of a cotton swab, and is attached to the lens with a cement-colored filter to avoid reflection.

At this time, the back bound spirit, who was already squatting behind the cement pillar only 20 meters away in front of the entrance of the corridor on the second floor, was looking at the display screen on his wrist, watching Shen Ming pass through the corridor with a flashlight, once he began to try to enter, it was the beginning of the hunt.

Leaning against the cement wall outside the corridor of this building, Shen Ming slowed down, making his whole body as soft as a sponge, and with his eyes closed, he sketched the three-dimensional graphics in the corridor in his mind, the location of all the mines, and the angle at which the silk threads were pulled, accurate to millimeters.

He only watched these for 2 seconds, but he already knew them. The backbound spirits know the power of Nirvana, but they don't know that Nirvana are divided into Nirvana practitioners and Nirvana, and Nirvana walkers belong to a group of people who are in the Nirvana period, honed, forged, but immature, and dance in hell; And Nirvana is a group of people who have returned from hell in order to complete their Nirvana period.

Only the best Nirvana practitioner can transform into the ultimate Nirvana, and Shen Ming is the best.

In just 15 seconds, Shen Ming sketched a path in his head that would lead to the Guò Thunder Array in 3 seconds, but he didn't make a move immediately, but made the hunter who guarded the plant begin to wonder, maybe he changed the way? He might be coming from somewhere else?

At the time of 30 seconds, the Bonder's doubts rose to the limit, and his gaze withdrew from the monitor on his wrist, and the raised HK417 instinctively aimed at the edge of the building next to him.

It was also at this same moment that Shen Ming opened his eyes, suddenly turned around and rushed into the corridor, only the first step stepped on the steps, his body flew off the ground as if he had entered a zero-gravity space, time paused for him, the world stopped for him, this is Shen Ming's stage, in the invisible dark corridor, his feet stepped on the pre-selected wall with millimeters as a unit of measurement, in exchange for a counter-support force of 0.1 ox, so that his body flew back and forth on the established trajectory,

The soft bones of the body, contracted and deformed, pierced through the intricate silk threads, and all that made these silk threads sway was the little breeze that Shen Ming blew.

After 13 steps of transformation, Shen Ming did not land at all, and it only took 3 seconds to appear at the entrance of the corridor on the second floor. The back bound spirit and Shen Ming, who reacted behind the pillar, raised their guns and aimed at each other at the same time, but Shen Ming pulled the trigger faster.

"Bang! Boom! "Two bullets, one hit the gap between the ceramic plate of the ceramic body armor on the chest of the Back Binding Spirit, and the other hit the Right Eye of the Back Binding Spirit.

It's a pity that not only did the bullet in the chest not penetrate, but even the bullet that hit the right eye also fell, just because the back binding spirit at this moment was armed to the teeth, not only equipped with rebound props all over the body, but also wearing the latest beast G2 bulletproof helmet on the head of the US military, the helmet part can resist the strafing of 7.62 mm caliber assault rifles, and the bulletproof mask can resist point fire, the most vulnerable is the transparent goggle part, but with the power of Shen Ming's small revolver, it only leaves a trace of subtle spider web lines on it.

"......" Shen Ming is a little nostalgic for being a Nirvana Walker, at least at that time, his opponents generally don't dress like Iron Man, even if he dresses like this, he can use the most frantic weapons to beat them into scrap metal, so that he won't be as embarrassed as he is now.

"You're done cumming? It's my turn! The back binding spirit pulled the trigger of the HK417, and the fully automatic killing machine began to run with a roar, and the recoil of the steel-core armor-piercing bullet shook the back binding of the horse and moved backwards, and the unbroken fire in front of the muzzle illuminated the black floor.

Shen Ming didn't even have a chance to fight back, and before the guy could pull the trigger, he had already turned and ran to the nearest pillar, and the whistling armor-piercing bullet pierced the concrete wall of the corridor behind him like tofu, hitting Ben's quiet sleeping mine.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! The explosion wave gushed out from the corridor, and the air wave hit Shen Mingdu and was about to fly off the ground, but he still had to force his body to continue to run towards the pillar.

Before the barrage of chasing him tore him apart, he finally stepped into the visual blind spot of the back bound spirit. But that's just a dead end of Shen Ming's fantasy.

"Come out! Nirvana mongrel! Come out and kill me! The backbound spirit roared and continued to pull the trigger, the armor-piercing bullet hit the cement load-bearing column and splashed in all directions, and even the steel bars inside were broken by the bullets, and the bullet shells were scattered in the puddle under the feet of the backbound spirit, venting his anger in the hot smoke.

Shen Ming, who was lying on the ground as if he had been buried alive by debris, looked down at his abdomen, and a small fragment of steel bars was inserted into it, and blood stained the T-shirt red. Shen Ming pulled out the steel bar expressionlessly, and wrapped and tied the entire abdomen with the scotch tape he carried with him.

"Speak, Shen Ming. Are you dead? As he walked towards the pillar, he fired five rounds at the dilapidated pillar.

When another bullet shell landed on the concrete floor 8 meters away and bounced, Shen Ming suddenly sat up from the ground like a corpse, and aimed at the walking back binding spirit through the gap in the steel bar, snap! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Within 1 second, all four bullets hit the edge of the ceramic piece in his chest, even if it was a strong bulletproof equipment, it still hurt as much as it hurt to be shot more.

The backbound spirit was beaten back two steps in a row, and Ping raised the muzzle of the gun, "Die!" When he pulled the trigger, he realized that the drum had already missed.

After all, he is not the type who is accustomed to using firearms to kill enemies head-on, in addition to having good shooting skills, his understanding of firearms can only be regarded as ordinary, and he has not risen to the point where he can confirm the number of bullets in the magazine through guò body sense, let alone how many bullets he has shot through the sound of gunfire like Shen Ming?

Shen Ming, who jumped up from the ground, turned around and only opened the magazine of the revolver, and accelerated the cartridge case with centrifugal force, and when he turned around and came out from behind the post to aim, the new bullet was closing the wheel in the rotating magazine.

It was too late to change the drums, and the back bound spirit took out the USP semi-automatic pistol in his hand, and snapped! Syllable! Syllable! Shooting at Shen Ming, the two gunmen shot at each other within a distance of less than 10 meters, Shen Ming completely took the initiative, and every bullet could hit the back binding spirit chest and hurt. His shots were consumed by Shen Ming's movement and dodge.

Knowing that the pistol would not be entangled with the back bound spirit who suffered a loss, he moved to a patio next to him, grabbed an extended rope, and broke the overhead fixture with a casual shot, and he was pulled to the fifth floor like an accelerating rocket. And what pulled him up was 3 anti-tank mines tied together.

Shen Mingyan quickly hid behind a pillar again, and the loud boom caused the firelight to erupt from the side of the second floor, and the ground was scorched black. Fortunately, this unfinished building is just an unfinished building, not a tofu scum project, otherwise this kind of gameplay would have collapsed a long time ago.

"Well, change your position and do it again." Shen Ming sighed and stood up, continued to change ammunition, and walked towards the corridor that had not been bombed.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" On the fifth floor, the Backbound Spirit sat on the ground with a new drum, his hands shaking, and his face under his helmet was covered in sweat, mud, and blood. His anger, grief, and fear were a mixture, and he was facing an environment that a killer of his caliber could handle.

Shen Ming found him again like a demon, shooting at him with a toy-like Type 05 revolver without missing any opportunity, the back binding spirit still pouring armor-piercing bullets from the drum, smashing anything swept by the mechanical sight into pieces, cement walls, load-bearing columns, steel bars, floors, none of them could withstand such an impact.

But why can't the bullets catch up with Shen Ming's figure, obviously the muzzle of the gun is so close to him, as if his body has a magnetic field, bounce off all those deadly bullets. Is this magic? Is it a forbidden spell used by Nirvana?

What Shen Ming will never tell him is that he is old, maybe he used to be a good killer and is diligent in exercising, but the years have ruthlessly dragged him down to the top.

The old man's body was no longer enough to support him in the pursuit of a nimble target with such heavy armor, a few drums, and a flat weight of twenty pounds of firearms.

The closer the distance, the more Shen Ming only moved 2 steps, and the muzzle of the gun had to be rotated 60 degrees to catch up with him, and if the distance between the two was 200 meters, this rotation would not exceed 1 degree.

Shen Ming used a war of attrition to consume the ammunition of the back binding spirit, as well as his physical strength and mental power. The treacherous and cunning back spirit left a passage to evacuate upwards on each floor, and retreated upwards while fighting with Shen Ming.

It wasn't until he came all the way to the rooftop of the unfinished building, that the backbound spirit was so tired that he couldn't even breathe under the helmet, and he threw the mask aside, gasping for breath. Xiao Yi, who was tied behind her head with her hands held high, was pulled and stood facing the exit of the corridor, throwing away the scrapped HK471, and the back binding spirit only used a pistol to push the back of Xiao Yi's head.

Xiao Yi didn't know what this murderous killer had gone through, but it must have been a nightmare that people didn't want to remember, and just by feeling the tremor of the muzzle of the gun in the back of his head, he knew that Shen Ming had played the devil's incarnation again.

"Woman, are you nervous?" The backbound spirit speaks to ease the excited heartbeat.

"Not at all, because he's coming." Xiao Yi smiled.

"It seems that you like him a lot, it's okay, I'll send you two to hell right away." A sinister smile appeared on the blood-stained face of the Bondage Spirit.

"You must have forgotten about jì...... He's crawling back from hell. ”I734