A large number of bullets rained down on me like a storm, shattering the corner I had just rushed out of with a snap of my fingers.

I galloped through a hail of bullets and passed through the cracks in the net. It may sound outrageous, but the so-called firepower network is not really an airtight network. Just pay attention to the direction of the dozen muzzles at the same time, and imagine the extension of the barrel along which the bullets are coming. The extension cord will occasionally rise slightly due to recoil, but just include it in the pre-reading and you'll be fine.

There are only a dozen extension wires in total, and how can they form an airtight network when placed in this vast space? The holes are too huge to fit through with something of my body's size. Even if these extensions are moving at high speed with me in mind, it will only be the same after getting used to it. It looks quite scary, but in fact it is not fundamentally different from the long rope jump in the school sports day.

However, the closer you get to the enemy's side, the higher the density of bullets. Even if I had said it so calmly, if I had been hit by a bullet, I would have turned into a mess of rotten meat. You have to look at the timing well.

For a time, the sound of gunfire was incessant.

In my previous life, I died at the sound of gunfire, and I had an instinctive fear of gunfire. It is to overcome my fear that I wear a mask so that I can become the object of fear.

Yes, masks...... I need a mask.

Now I am neither Xu Fu, nor the Faceling played by Xu Fu, let alone Xu Fu played by Faceling. Xu Fu was by Hu Ma's side. I'm just a Faceling.

"Who is this guy?" The thirty-year-old shouted, "It must be a foreign aid from the doctor of Turin." Kill! Kill him! ”

However, it didn't work.

I've been around how to deal with firearms. As long as you wander around like this, mobilize the firepower network to change, and sooner or later you will be able to dig out the flaws. Just like now: I've found their flaws.

In an instant, I was in "Break Zero" mode, and at a speed that I could barely react to, I came to the side of one of the enemies. He was still staring at where I was standing, and even his companions didn't have time to turn their eyes in my direction.

I understand that launching "turning parts into wholes" here is nothing more than a knife for killing chickens. But for some reason, when the thought of "maybe I should take it seriously" came to my mind, my body slipped into its current state too naturally. It's as smooth as swallowing jelly that has already been chewed.

I shot him through the heart with my bare hands, then grabbed his head and threw his body out.

His body hit his partner not far away, and flew out upside down with him, crashing through the outer wall of the building more than ten meters away.

An enemy behind me drew a machete and stabbed at me, but in the blink of an eye, I snatched the machete and decapitated it. Blood shot out of his neck like a fountain, and my figure was reflected on the surface of the scattered blood. I could vaguely see that my face seemed to be wearing a short-beaked beak mask that wasn't supposed to be here.

Mask? I touched my face, and it did have a mask. But I don't remember wearing a mask just now, and the enemies around me didn't seem to react to it, as if I had come wearing a mask in the first place. Could it be that because I thought I was just a Faceling, and I was in a dream, I naturally manifested myself wearing a mask?

At this moment, the fifty-year-old stood in the distance and pointed his palm at me. The ground around me swelled like water, and in an instant, an inverted bowl-shaped lid formed and sealed me inside. The vision suddenly went dark. It seems to be a psyker who can manipulate the terrain, and it is about the first level.

However, under the power of "turning parts into wholes", this level of physical sealing is completely painless.

I smashed the hard seal with my machete, then re-entered the gallop, dodging the storm of bullets that covered me. The ground I pass through often forms a large number of canine spikes that try to kill me, but I am too fast at the moment, and the formation of the thorns is often half a beat slower, and it is only after I have passed through it that it can be formed. With this momentum, I killed several more enemies with a single blow with my machete.

"Hey! What are you looking ahead and looking at over there! Fifty-year-old tried to attack me and yelled at thirty-year-old, who always seemed to want to attack me in other ways, but never got into action, "Don't you think about it!" Find a way for me! ”

"Shut up! I'm thinking, I'm thinking! The thirty-year-old shouted in a cold sweat, "But this guy is changing his fighting ideas all the time according to my movements, and the future I see will be null and void in the next second!" Every second counts! I finally found a way to live, but soon it became a dead end! I don't know what to do! ”

Future vision is a technique that can only be learned by highly inspired psionics, and is used to predict the future in a few seconds. Naoto Inoue used to show me a similar skill with the power of a psychic medium, but the two differed in details. It's no wonder that this guy has been making small moves since just now, but it didn't come in handy. I thought he was deliberately using feints to disrupt my train of thought, but it turned out that he would not be able to look at me.

Boredom.

I shook off the hail of bullets behind me and rushed in front of him.

A wall suddenly rose from the ground, separating me from him. Ignoring it, I slashed it with my machete, which smashed the wall and knocked the thirty-year-old behind me into the air. The latter escaped being cut in half with psionic armor, but was also severely injured. Judging from the strength of his armor, he is also a first-level psionic.

The strange thing is that the trend of "turning parts into wholes" has not been lifted until now, and it is even as easy and natural as breathing. I felt as if I was in a state of being in a state of rage, yet I was able to manipulate every bit of my strength perfectly, as if I had enough good lubricant on a difficult machine. This state of affairs is absolutely anomalous - it stands to reason that I would have to go through another five or three years of training to be able to "break the pieces into wholes" in this field. Even if you continue to feel during the training process, you have to use it for a year.

Now I can even vaguely feel the "gears outside my body"—the flow of the wind, the shaking of the ground, and even the moment of contact with the enemy, and I seem to be able to grasp the life activities I feel in his body to some extent.

Needless to say, other people's bodies, which are essentially transmission machines, also have gears.

So, what happens to the enemy if I attack and destroy the key gears in it, causing a chain reaction?

The thirty-year-old screamed in terror, dragging his scarred body to escape from the battlefield. When I saw this, I immediately projected the machete in my hand. The machete burst through the air with a huge amount of kinetic energy, piercing through his psionic armor and his back, before pinning him to the wall of the roadside building. If he hadn't turned his back to me, he might have been able to form a slanted armor that managed to deflect the projection trajectory of the machete. What an embarrassing end.

The other enemies basically lost the will to fight and fled without armor. From this, it can be seen that these guys are really not withered believers, otherwise they should have attacked them as if they were dead.

However, there is one person who did not give up. As I approached my dying thirty, fifty came up behind me like a ghost, and struck me with a glove of rock wrapped around my right fist. But I had already read about his surprise attack, dodged the blow sideways, and then thought of the thought that had just flashed through me.

I held out my finger and put it on his chest.

In the next moment, his upper body exploded backwards, and the flesh and blood were splattered on the ground behind him in a terrible radial shape.

I took my hand back, observed it for two seconds, and then turned and walked towards my thirties.

"You...... What did you do......" he turned his head to look at his partner's corpse, "no psionic power, no psionic attack...... What the hell are you......"

I didn't speak.

Sometimes, silence is more likely to provoke fear among the enemy than speaking. Because "communication" is an expression of humanity. If the person wearing the monster mask does not say a word, it will be able to emphasize the monster's attributes even more. There is a similar emphasis in many horror films: once a monster shows the characteristics of being able to communicate, it has the prerequisites for understanding and persuasion, and it is no longer so unknown. The unknown is closely linked to terror.

This is something I've known for a long time, but in the past I was more inclined to verbal intimidation. Why is that? I remember for a reason, and suddenly it's hard to remember.

"Leave me alone, please!" He pleaded.

But I was indifferent.

"You must have come from a doctor in Turin, right? I shouldn't have done anything to you, please forgive me! He struggled to remove an object from his body, it was a wooden yellow square, which at first glance looked like an eraser, but the surface was engraved with azure runes, "This is a tool for guiding the way, just hold this, and the dream will guide you to our stronghold in this dream within a dream, where the Turin doctor is imprisoned......"

I've heard of this guide. Dreams are not as good as reality, and it is common to get lost in them, so some people have researched this kind of item that can help people turn back the way they came. That's what the yellow square looks like.

He whispered, "I'll give this to you, as long as you let me go." I will never retaliate against you afterwards...... Ah......h

As he spoke, he didn't hold his hand steady, and the yellow square fell to the ground.

I leaned over to pick it up and looked back at him.

He asked wistfully, "Will you let me go?" ”

I didn't say yes.