Chapter 42: Zero Body

"Where is he?" A rogue with a black star in his hand shouted at a nearby companion.

"Who knows? Don't shoot me! Beware of misfire! The old horse boy said nervously.

"Ahh Come out, bastard! You're a shrunken turtle! Dare to come and smash the field, don't you dare to take the lead? A hooligan shouted loudly, but he was the only one in the huge factory scolding his mother, and the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.

There was no way, so everyone could only search inward along the paths between various machines, and a total of 40 hooligan soldiers walked in from all directions in 40 ways.

They were only the pioneers, and outside the factory, there were an equal number of gunners guarding the front and rear doors, but one or two miniature submachine guns could already be seen in those hands.

The game of peek-a-boo was still going on inside the factory, and a thug clutched his pistol and walked across a long conveyor belt, and without warning, a chef's knife came out from under the conveyor belt, slicing the Achilles tendon with the precision of a surgeon.

The two companions next to him immediately rushed over, only to see the hooligan wailing on the ground, but there was no trace of Shen Ming.

Bright red blood spread around the ground, and a hooligan with the bow of an airplane slapped his companion beside him. He saw a series of bloody footprints on the ground, which stretched right behind the thin hatch of the machine opposite.

"Shoot him!" The head of the plane beckoned his companion to aim and touch the hatch! Touch! Touch! Shooting frantically, the bullets splashed everywhere, bursting into craters, and all the bullets of the two of them were shot out in an instant.

The smoking hatch was not pierced, and the dazed two people remembered to change the magazine, but the hatch had been kicked open, and Shen Ming shook two hammers and smashed them on the door of their heads, and the two hooligans holding the magazines in their hands fainted to the ground.

This group of stupid hooligans obviously watched too many movies, and really thought that bullets could penetrate anything, and simply judged the penetration ability of bullets by their thickness.

Completely forgetting the lead core bullet and pistol kinetic energy, it is so powerless in the face of steel plates, even if it is only 3 mm steel plates.

Shen Ming casually turned on the power distribution switch behind him, and all the machines in the entire factory moved, and the sound was noisy and abnormal for a while, and many hooligans were so frightened that they even shot.

Shen Ming walked through the rumbling machinery, and quietly touched the back of the gunman, a Wang Mazi brand chef's knife cut through the fragile flesh, like a cow.

Shen Ming can always cut their tendons accurately, usually with only 4 knives, a fierce hooligan falls to the ground and convulses and can't move. These guys are still natural, and they will turn their heads to look at any random noise, and Shen Ming finally wondered if these guys were pigs with pistols?

The sound of machinery, gunfire, and screams in the huge processing plant was incessant, and it lasted for 10 minutes, and the screams turned into wails, and the gunshots stopped, only the sound of machinery continued.

Shen Ming stood in the center of the factory, covered with other people's blood, and the body armor on his chest was hit three times in the front, and the flowers were opened, but the person was unharmed.

The forty gunmen who rushed in belonged to a mixed group, both rookies and veterans, and they were deliberately mixed to confuse the public. But this trick is useless to Shen Ming, to him, these guys are all rookies, whether they are old birds or novices.

The gangsters train gunners, and most of them train shooting skills, because they have to deal with mortals, and there is no tactical position and coordination of tactics. These guys are not dead, and if they are still hooligans after they recover from their injuries, they will definitely improve a lot, and the mistakes that they memorize with their bodies are always very strong.

"Hey! Are there still living people? me back! A hooligan's walkie-talkie heard Wang Zhong's roar.

"There are a bunch of living people, and I'm the only one who can move, what? Want to come and play with me? Shen Ming replied as he collected the gunmen's bullets and glued them together with duct tape.

"Boy, you bull break, dare to pick our yard single-handedly, I won't kill you today! I'm not called Wang Zhong! Wang Zhong's voice trembled.

"You changed your name to bastard, by the way, how fast is the 10-meter sprint for that group of friends with guns outside you?" Shen Ming has tied hundreds of bullets to the Xiaomi power bank.

"What do you mean?" The king was inexplicable.

"I promised my assistants not to kill anyone, but they don't blame me if they stupid themselves to death." Shen Ming said as he raised the nail gun and shot at the ventilation window on the front, and the glass was all splashed out.

"He's at the front door!" The gunmen gathered outside turned on the bolt safety, and as they were about to shoot, a piece of metal the size of a soccer ball was thrown out in a near-straight line and landed in the center of the group of gunmen.

"Mom! It's a bomb! A somewhat knowledgeable gunman shouted, and a group of No. 20 people ran around like crazy, and with a full 5-second explosion delay, the fastest guy was already 20 meters away.

A veteran is a veteran, and when he dodges, he knows how to find a solid obstacle, and there are fat people who can't run fast and run directly out of 10 meters and lie on the ground. There was a loud bang, and the high temperature of the explosion triggered a bullet primer on the surface, and the ground within the radius of the explosion was plugged.

With the sound of explosions, Shen Ming rushed into the staggering crowd with a nail gun in one hand.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! "The continuous firing of nails knocked the frightened gunmen to the ground, like slaughtering chickens and cattle.

The gunmen at the back door were coming, but they were clearly no longer able to help. Shen Ming was about to count some useful trophies when he came across a gunshot, and the bullet hit the concrete ground in front of his feet, biting out a crater.

Looking along the trajectory, on a container 200 meters away, a recumbent sniper was pulling the gun to reload, using the Mauser 98K, the ace sniper rifle of the German army in World War II.

"The sniper rifle of World War II, which was almost the highest accuracy, was hit by the 200 meters you used...... Hitler knew he was going to be angry. Shen Ming sighed and picked up a domestic Type 05 miniature submachine gun on the ground, turned on the single-shot mode and aimed at the sniper on the container.

Micro charge to sniper rifles, mechanical sights to optical sights, and the sniper himself laughed.

"Your fingers are so yellow, old smoker." Shen Ming sighed and pulled the trigger first.

The effective range of the Type 05 is 150 to 200 meters, but that is a few jù. The difficulty of a 5.8mm bullet increases exponentially after 150 meters, just like a sports car on the dashboard of a sports car up to 300 km, but you can only drive up to 270 anyway.

However, the moment Shen Ming pulled the trigger, the recoil of the gun was transmitted along the shoulders to every muscle, tendon, and blood vessel in the back, and instantly came to the Achilles tendon of the leg, released into the earth, and almost zero remained in the body.

The gun is in its hands, and the effect of recoil on the trajectory is negligible.

The bullet directly broke the finger of the sniper about to pull the trigger 200 meters away, and he rolled off the container with a scream.

This is by no means a skill given to him by ten years of Nirvana, but a Shen Shen god-like ...... Zero recoil body!

Ten years ago, when Shen Ming was brought back to the Nirvana Residency by Colonel Kaos, everyone looked down on him.

This boy from Asia did not have a strong physique and could not hold the Vulcan cannon; Without strong muscles, hand-to-hand combat cannot be killed in seconds; No genius brain is too much to decipher the most complex codes. You can't stand in the Nirvana camp just because you have good marksmanship, and everyone here can become a qualified sniper with a sniper rifle.

As for killing more? 104 hooligans are a joke for everyone......

But when Shen Ming attended the first shooting training class, all the Nirvanas were stunned.

They had never seen anything like this, the recoil entered Shen Ming's body like "sodium" falling into water, and it quickly decomposed and conducted and escaped from his body. This allows the firearm in his hand to be fired in a nearly 100% fixed attitude, and the trajectory correction is perfect.

Everyone was as excited as if they had discovered a new toy, constantly testing his physical limits. Whether it's a pistol, submachine gun, assault rifle, heavy machine gun or anti-materiel sniper rifle, as long as it is a single shot, his body can perfectly absorb recoil.

The only firearm that can affect his shooting accuracy in a standing position is the NTW-20, a South African 20mm anti-materiel sniper rifle, which can directly shatter the shooter's shoulder without a stand.

But Shen Ming can use it, except for a slight decrease in accuracy, there is no damage to the bones and half a dime.

Everyone called his monster-like skill "Zero Recoiled Body", and later felt that it was too long, and it was referred to as Zero Body.

"The domestic weapon is good, and it is quite comfortable to use." Shen Ming said and turned the firearm back to burst fire, and there was a shuttle in the corner of the factory, and all the gunmen who had just emerged were beaten back.

"Hey, a hand, where are you? If you don't look for me, I'll come to play with you. Shen Ming greeted on the intercom.

"Boy, do you think you're invincible?" It was not Wang Zhong who answered Shen Ming, but another deep voice.

"Dongchuan?" Shen Ming guessed.

"The staff canteen in the center of the factory has a kind of heads-up." Dongchuan sneered.

"Wait for me for 5 minutes." Shen Ming threw away the micro rush that shot into the air in his hand, leaned forward and ran in the direction of the cafeteria, one step at a time.

At this moment, in the staff canteen of the chemical plant, Dongchuan asked Lin Fan to drag the cage with him and walked towards the kitchen, "I'll leave it to you here, don't embarrass me again." I didn't ask Fang Shiquan to come and see my jokes! ”

"Yes!" The bald Jesus and the king bowed at the same time, and as many as 100 professional thugs gathered behind them.

In the kitchen, Dongchuan pressed a button on his watch, and the huge freezer moved sideways, revealing a secret passage to the underground, and below was Xinliansheng's largest drug production base.

"Eventually, your hands are broken, let me do it this time." The bald Jesus sneered and brought on a pair of titanium fingers.

"You see that you still have a plaster on the door of your head, and you are seriously ill at first glance, so let me come." Wang finally stretched out the metal severed hand, and the two subordinates brought an M60 general-purpose heavy machine gun, which hung directly on the metal hook of the broken arm.

"You're paralyzed, the M60 costs 500,000 handfuls, you take it out and use it!" The bald Jesus only felt that the guy around him was the king of the losers.

"A gun is like a woman, how do you know if it's good or not? Don't worry, I'll take it for maintenance and refurbishment, but only after I kill that bastard! Wang finally pulled the bolt of the gun and loaded the chain. I734