Borshu stood in front of the crossroads, his spirit highly tense.

It is said that in the era when large animals still existed, there were some predators with good stamina, who would constantly harass their prey and weaken it through the advantage of the group.

For him, every intersection is dangerous.

However, you can't stay too long.

Before the destruction of the door to the heads of the two unsheltered people, it was his luck. He couldn't guarantee that he would have that luck next time. The government is too. The government will also look for him to prevent him from actually causing mass casualties. If you stay on the road for too long, it is easy to attract attention.

Borshu pulled the girl and walked forward. He tried to lean on a crowded place.

Assassination was strictly forbidden to affect innocent civilians, and if a passerby was in the middle of the sniper path, the Assassin would avoid shooting.

But that's just a little bit of a cover-up. The height of the Borshu prosthetic is larger than that of ordinary civilians, and if he is condescending, his head is still within the range of the opponent's sniping.

One-step...... Two-step ......

Bor's nerves are tense, and the prosthetic eye searches around.

No fire, no bullets.

He continued on his feet until he reached the sign of a sugar gum shop.

This position can block the view from afar, and you can breathe a sigh of relief.

Borshu glanced at the girl beside him. This guy is clearly a low-mod or non-modded person, and retains the full sense of taste.

Maybe it's a good reason to stay here......

The thought crossed his mind to pull the guy around and look at the concentrated gums.

But at that moment, the sign's lights went out.

At the same time, an explosion was heard.

The girl was thrown to the ground and let out a scream.

The crowd around couldn't help but look at this place. The "signboard" can be regarded as a rare luxury decoration in this era, not to mention that it still has neon signs. And the movement is truly extraordinary.

Farther away, people who thought there was something lively to see flocked to the city. The people in the back pushed the people in front, and the power was passed layer by layer, and the people in the front wanted to retreat, but they were squeezed forward by the guys watching the excitement. Seeing that the crowd was about to step on the girl.

Suddenly, the first few people screamed. Somehow, several bloody cuts erupted from their bodies, and dark blood splattered out.

Borshu knelt on the ground, his cloak in tatters.

Just now, a bullet passed through the signboard and shot at his neck. He didn't care about the robe on his body, and shot with all his might, using both his tail and arms, before he moved slightly, allowing the bullet to shoot at the armor behind him at the maximum angle of entry.

This piece of armor was the thickest piece of his body.

The powerful kinetic energy weighed him down on the ground.

However, even so, he can gently shake his tail and use the blade on his tail to cut through the limbs of others.

Although he had no olfactory organ and couldn't feel the "smell of blood", seeing the blood mist that spewed out, the fierce killing intent was still irrepressibly surging. He could only rely on his jealousy of the government to suppress this murderous thought.

However, the bizarre wound that appeared just now had already shocked those ordinary people.

Borshu pulled the girl up roughly, and walked along the base of the wall. I can't stay here anymore. So much attention may trigger the government's crawler, allowing some people's visual information to appear in the government's system.

Those who were nearby gave way in fear. Borshu took the girl with all kinds of meat and vegetables and squeezed into the crowd that didn't know what was going on.

According to the results of the self-test system, the armor of the back has been deformed, the strength has decreased by about 30, and it may no longer be able to withstand direct fire from large-caliber firearms......

Borshu estimated his damage. It wasn't until he walked twenty meters that he looked back at the sign. Judging from the ballistic traces, the sniper point chosen by the assassin this time should be within three thousand meters, and the roof of any tall house is possible. The Assassin may have blended in with his surroundings through electronic camouflage, and the muzzle also had a rather cleverly designed silencer and flame suppressor.

Just now, the Assassin estimated his movement speed, as well as the movement speed of the other pedestrians, and fired that shot through the sign. The tin signboard couldn't stop the bullets at all.

Borshu didn't try to find the assassin. He'd tried it several times before, but it didn't work. The Assassin only looked at one shot at a time, and after one shot, he would immediately move, whether it hit or not. Unless Borshu wanted to die under the guns of the government right now, he would not be able to use supersonic skills in the crowd. At a distance of three kilometers, by the time Borshu got there, the assassin would have already blended into the crowd.

Borshu sighed. Human beings have the instinct to feel relieved when they see "obstacles". But now, most of the everyday visible blocks are not capable of dealing with large-caliber bullets. He was actually a little relieved just now.

"Don't obey instinct" is something that every martial artist must learn when they get started. The innate body of human beings is used to survive, not to fight. "Survival" does not require strong combat effectiveness. In this regard, the weak rat cockroach is a more successful species than most predators. The apex predators, who are powerful in combat, are more likely to become extinct than the creatures at the bottom of the food chain.

But the body of a warrior was designed to "fight".

At this time, the girl made a whining cry. Borshu was impatient: "What's the matter?" ”

The girl lowered her voice: "Hero, you are too good to me...... You really are the best person in this world for me...... You saved me again......"

This idiot!

Anger burns Borghu's sanity. He really almost killed this stupid woman. Is that what "chivalry" looks like? The real knight is in that environment just now...... A true chivalrous ......

Borshu suddenly felt frustrated. He had just made people bleed without thinking.

He waved his hand, then closed his eyes. The crowd around him gave him a sense of security. The assassin always dodged as soon as he missed, so he didn't have to worry about the next bullet for a short time.

In his view, the road map of the entire city is clearly visible. He's looking for a way.

The safest place now should be the basement set up by the gangsters. Bulletproof in that area is good.

But there are also several intersections to get from here to several other basements. It's just too dangerous.

In addition, in order to get supplies, he killed a lot of gang leaders and robbed some things. The area controlled by the gang is now very unstable, with warriors often fighting in the streets, everyone is at risk, and the density of pedestrians is also very low.

He felt that if he did go that way, he might have to face a landmine.

So, go to the martial arts hall to assimilate a batch?

In the past few days, Borshu has been wandering near the martial arts gathering area, and the road is not very far. But there are certain risks associated with this matter. There are also strong people in the martial arts hall. If you only talk about external strength, there are merits. If you don't kill with one blow, it will be difficult to reduce to capture on the premise of ensuring the opponent's complete combat effectiveness.

And if you are injured because of the assimilation of a martial arts martial artist, and then the one who is assimilated will become crippled before assimilation...... So why bother?

Borshu put his mind on the Internet again, and searched for the message board page he had left behind. He is not logged in to the admin portal. That would alarm the government masters who monitor this page. He browsed through the information in visitor mode.

Several martial arts halls have posted information one after another. These words are mixed with garbled characters, and the order of the words is also reversed, as if trying to avoid official reptiles.

Borshu roughly read. Basically, it's some unreliable legends, and there's nothing new. The whole point of them is to explain a well-known piece of information: "The Eighth Valkyrie did not leave the city of De La Cruz until he died".

"To the city of La Cruz? It's better to get rid of that chivalrous man first, and then assimilate a few martial arts masters in turn...... Wait......"

Borshu suddenly thought of a great idea.

In fact, both of these choices can go in one direction.

Out of town.

The reason why he can't do that person is because there is too much shelter in the city, too many people, and too many civilian drones.

But as long as he goes deep into the wilderness, none of this is a problem.

In the wilderness, drones are very conspicuous.

If you want to rely on drones for extreme sniping, then drones can't hide.

If you want to do extreme sniping without relying on drones, then the atmospheric flow will destroy the accuracy.

And if the assassin had to snipe without relying on drones, he could only choose to attack within a kilometer.

At this distance, he is sure enough to fight back.

Head south.

So he decided.

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The consciousness of the mountains expands in the network.

After recultivating his internal skills, he found that he was able to do more things, and even his external skills were improved.

The areas of the brain that are required for internal and external work are not exactly the same, but there is some overlap. The internal power basically relies on the expansion of the neocortical language function area, while the external power also involves a more internal and primitive area. However, the "game" part involved in external power can also be borne by Saussure's Divine Domain.

At the same time, the ability to "profile mental activities according to actions" is also a derivative skill of internal strength.

Xiang Shan relied on this hand to predict the timing of the gunner's shot.

At this moment, he browsed the information that came from the martial arts hall one after another, and searched the Internet for possible traces.

"I see, that green forest directly killed a large number of gangsters in order to get supplies before. But at the same time, the intelligence of the 'fierce fighting' in the network of the Protectors is all about us. ”

"He hasn't been engaged in high-intensity combat lately, but he needs resources...... Didn't he move the base car? There should be an isotope battery on the body? ”

"If so, then the periphery of the city can be excluded......"

Both the original Wenren and the green forest knew how to hide themselves in the surveillance, so he could only find out what might be the traces of the two fighting from the countless pictures, and then speculate on the movements of the two.

Eventually, he said softly, "I see, do you want to go south?" ”