Chapter Twenty-Eight: Mozambique Archery (There is another chapter later, status adjustment)
The town is quiet and peaceful at night, and although it is too late to be on duty, the neon sign outside the private infirmary is still lit, still trying to attract business for its owner.
A car that was so tattered that it lacked a door staggered towards it in search of a light source, but at the end of the crossbow it wasn't moving too fast, and after slamming into the wall, the car came to a standstill.
After a while, a young man with black hair and a wound on his cheek, but still handsome, rolled out of the car and came to a stone step next to the car to lean against his figure, just then there was a slight buzzing sound.
Reach for your phone and bring it to your cheek.
"Hello?"
"Brother, where are you now? When will you be back? I...... I'm having nightmares again, dreaming that you're covered in blood, brother! ”
"......" looked down at his red-mottled body and blood-soaked left hand, and then moved his left hand to let it continue to press down on his lower abdomen.
Shi Yi took a light breath and kept his tone steady: "Don't scare yourself, my brother just came out to meet friends, what could happen?" Okay, I've got something to do here, and I'll be back in two days. ”
prevaricated the girl's inquiry in a few words, and then Shi Yi closed his mobile phone and covered his lower abdomen, curled up and gasped.
"Huhu...... Heheheheha. ”
After a moment's pause, the man laughed to himself. Thinking back to Wendriman who was killed, imagining the look on the face of the arrogant female captain when she saw her message, Shi Yi couldn't help but want to laugh, he was just a soldier......
Therefore, even now, Shi Yi does not regret killing Wendriman as a vampire with a deep background, even if doing so will offend the two families at the same time, even if the risks taken are not very proportional to the benefits obtained: but at least it is very happy!
Shi Yi is not a politician, he is a big-headed soldier, a politician, when the safety of his relatives is threatened, he may also account for the pros and cons, and may pursue the maximization of interests with absolute reason. And Shi Yi, who dares to threaten/hurt the person he values, his only thought is to kill the other party, and if he doesn't have a chance, he has to create an opportunity to kill the other party.
Ace troops, elite soldiers, stimulation is up, blood is up, who cares if it's dangerous or not? Afraid of death as a bird soldier?
Gasping and laughing for a while, Shi Yi covered his lower abdomen and walked up the stone steps, and when he came to the door of the infirmary, he took out the Vulcan as a small hammer, slammed the window glass near the handle, and then reached in and opened the door from the inside.
Breaking into the room and searching around the dark medical center, Shi Yi found medical alcohol and clean bandages, then he put the pistol beside him, washed the wound on his abdomen with alcohol, and then wrapped it tightly with a bandage, trying not to affect his movements.
After doing all this, Shi Yi also consumed a lot of mental energy, and he sat on the table to catch his breath for a while while checking the Fire God.
Under the moonlight, I saw a depression and crack at the barrel on one side of the pistol, which was left by the fisherman hunter before with all his strength, the other party didn't believe in Shi Yi, and Shi Yi also didn't believe in it, after deceiving each other, Shi Yi blocked the opponent's fatal blow with the gun on his chest, and he grabbed the time difference between life and death in hand-to-hand combat in an instant.
With extremely thrilling prediction and calculation, he instantly killed an opponent who was not weak and more experienced.
But this also caused damage to the Vulcan barrel, and although it was still usable for the time being, it would definitely suffer in terms of performance, and there were not many bullets.
"I have to think of a way, or take a boat or train to get out of here quickly, otherwise Xiaoqing can't stand it with a phone call a day like this."
set the clock timer on his mobile phone, then Shi Yi took off the clothes on his body, found a few coats and white coats to wear in the clinic, and then he found some cardboard boxes and newspapers, so he curled up on the sofa and built a nest for himself.
When it's cold, it's warmer to cover your body than to wear it on, and in addition, things like paper shells and newspapers are actually very protective from the wind and cold, which is a rare good thing when you are cold and hungry.
Falling asleep with a pistol in his hand, Shi Yi must leave here before the owner of this clinic returns tomorrow, otherwise he will wait to enter the bureau.
Groggy and asleep, I don't know how long later, there was a running and a slight "da-da" sound faintly, and the man who was sleeping soundly on the sofa woke up at once, and his first reaction was to raise the gun in his hand.
Outside the window, it was still dark, and the night had not yet passed, but the sound of running and clattering outside was becoming clearer and faster.
(Light assault rifles?) Military equipment? )
Because he was too familiar with all kinds of gunshots, even if the two worlds were not exactly the same, Shi Yi could still judge some information through the characteristics of gunshots, he quickly got up, lowered his body and ran to the second floor of the clinic, looking out through the window.
In the deep night, in the complex alleys, a group of professional soldiers wearing body armor and loaded guns cooperated with each other...... Slaughtered.
Shi Yi couldn't see the figure of the killing at all, he could only see a vague shadow shuttling left and right between those soldiers who were not low-level, its shadow was dark, but the sword light was frighteningly bright, and every time it glimpsed by, followed by blood spurting out.
This is a typical scene of modern soldiers facing the gradual rise of extraordinary professionals, the power of guns and bullets, modern weapons, every professional is very clear, and has thought about the strategy (conventional) of fighting against various modern weapons with their own ability, and the rising professionals in this era have a variety of abilities, so this makes ordinary soldiers easy to fall into the disadvantage of information and intelligence asymmetry in the face of professionals.
Moreover, even if those extraordinary abilities are ignored, the strength, speed, and nerve reaction speed of a true professional are not something that ordinary soldiers can fight against, and the object must stop on the retina for 0.3 seconds before it is transmitted to the brain, and at close range, a second-order high-sensitivity professional, the speed of his body has exceeded the reaction limit of ordinary humans.
Just like at this moment, whether it was the soldiers in the alleyway or Shi Yi who was secretly hiding and peeping, they could only see a dark shadow tossing and turning in front of their eyes, and then the comrades around them fell one after another.
When the last professional soldier was stabbed and killed by a knife from behind, the professional hidden in the shadows gradually revealed his true body, a man in a black power suit and holding a katana-like blade, who slowly got up after stabbing the last soldier on the scene.
But he also suddenly raised his head at this moment, and he was making eye contact with Shi Yi on the second floor in front of him. Facing those eyes that contained a terrifying, tyrannical and ferocious will, Shi Yi was also shocked and leaned back.
(Damn, high-level professionals are so sensitive?) )
Holding the trick in front of him with his left hand, he formed a magic seal, and the next moment, dark shadows like doppelgangers appeared around the ghost warrior.
"Kill him!"
whispered a word and gave an order, and then, the ghost warrior put away his sword and turned to leave, while the shadow warriors behind him surged towards the building where Shi Yi was.
(The ability to clone, this is at least a second-order professional, I am now injured, I am short of equipment and ammunition, and I will die if I fight hard.) )
On the other side, Shi Yi was keenly aware of the other party's killing intent, and he quickly ran out of the clinic to escape, while quickly counting the number of bullets on his body.
(There are fourteen bullets left, and there are more than twenty shadow warriors from the opponent alone, and they may have other special abilities.) Rushed out of the door and ran into the alleyway of the town with complicated roads, just as Shi Yi was running and thinking about combat tactics, when he passed through a lane, a pair of big hands suddenly stretched out beside him and pulled Shi Yi in.
Soon, the Shadow Warriors with high agility and some tracking abilities jumped in, scanning in all directions with their crimson eyes, and after finding no target, they searched even deeper.
On the other side, in the pile of debris in the alleyway, Shi Yi held the head of a tall and strong man with feathers stuck in his sideburns with a pistol.
However, the man ignored him, and instead kept shaking and chanting softly with a bone pendant until the shadow warriors were gone.
"Whew...... Friend, I'm relieved to see that you're okay. ”
"Abdullah?? What about your son Kemp, and your animals? The person in front of him was actually the ethnic minority that Shi Yi had met on the ironclad ship Davinson before, the natural shaman who sold all kinds of cost-effective war pets.
The father of the ethnic minority father and son is Abdullah Satsuma, and the son is Kemp Abdullah Satsuma, both of whom use their ethnicity as their surnames.
"It's not a safe place, friend, if you believe me, come with me, let's go to a safer place."
“…… Good. ”
After traveling all the way on the Davinson, Shi Yi still trusts the indigenous natural shaman in front of him, their inheritance is an alternative in this era, and it belongs to one of the few extraordinary inheritances that are not coerced by the torrent of various interests.
During that time, Shi Yi noticed that Abdullah and Kemp, father and son, did not sell much in total, and the small items they made were just small items, and there were no more than three war pets sold.
Because this father and son are not willing to sell if the other party gives them money, the practice of the natural shaman allows them to have telepathic ability, if it is not for the war pet to like each other, and the other party does like the war pet, then even if the other party gives more money, they will not sell it, but on the contrary, they will sell it to each other at a very low price.
This is a very special way of practice inherited by the Satsuma natural shaman, if you can find a good master for the cultivated war pets, then the natural shaman will also benefit from it, if it is the other way around, the practice will be damaged.
Shi Yi didn't know this, but he could see through all kinds of traces that Abdullah's father and son were indeed more persistent and principled people, so he chose to believe in each other at this moment.
"We followed Naros all the way here, and Camp was out on the outskirts taking care of the little ones. Shi Yi, you are injured, I can treat you, but I hope you can do me a favor as well. ”
"Kill Naros?" Naros is the British gentleman aboard the Davinson, who uses all kinds of cruel methods to raise animals for his profit. This guy is not weak, and he doesn't talk about morality, he is indeed very good at raising war pets.
"That's right. I could almost hear the weeping and wailing of the spirits of nature around him, and as a Satsuma shaman, I would not allow such a demon to continue to be evil. ”
"........." Shi Yi was silent, and did not agree to Abdullah immediately.
Half an hour later, in a small patch of trees in the middle of the town, Abdullah led Shi Yi to their campsite.
Abdullah took Shi Yi through strange rocks and streams, and then found an ancient tree covered with frost and snow and knelt down, gently tapping and praying, and then he took Shi Yi to turn around three times the same way, when he walked to this area for the fourth time, the space seemed to rotate and invert out of thin air, strange rocks, streams, dead trees, the scenery was still those scenes, but there was an extra tent by the stream, a little fat boy with bright feathers in his hair and temples, playing happily with a group of small animals.
"Abba, Brother Shi Yi!"
Seeing his father return, the fleshy Camp ran over with his arms outstretched and his little short legs, and stumbled on the snow halfway, but he was also solid and didn't care after getting up, ran over and hugged his father's thigh, and then greeted Shi Yi on the side.
"Hello, little camp." He leaned down and pinched the little guy's chubby face, then rubbed his head.
When Shi Yi stood up again, he said to Abdullah: "I'll take the job, but you think about the current situation in this town." ”
Previously, the reason why Shi Yi did not agree to Abdullah's request was because he judged that Blizzard Town had become the center of the storm at this time.
It's not just the transcendent professionals who have come down from the Davinson, I'm afraid that many evil professionals in the vicinity have also gathered, ready to kill people and plunder goods.
Just like the high-level ghost warrior he encountered before, the other party slaughtered a military team with his own strength, even if it was a local state government force, such courage, strength, and ruthlessness were not something that ordinary transcendent professionals could imagine.
The new era has just begun, the government in the old era of the majestic accumulation has not completely retreated, and even so far the government is the most powerful transcendent force, although this kind of ordinary people-dominated government structure is very unsuitable for the transcendent world, in the future era is likely to be gradually disintegrated, but at least for the time being, the national government still has huge resources, force and even a variety of professional inheritance advantages.
Gunfighters and mages, the two new and old classic professions, are firmly in the hands of the national government, and now they dare to face the government, either because they are not clear-headed, or they are strong and backed by powerful organizations.