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Closing the door behind him casually, Ling Shucheng reopened the light source after confirming that the surroundings were already an opaque confined space. 35xs

He didn't want to expose his position first.

Searching aimlessly in the dark in an unfamiliar place is simply too inefficient. Ling Shucheng leaned against the sloping wall to calm his breathing, quickly sorting out the information that he could use in his heart.

Judging from Kong Zhongsi's file, he should be relatively better at firearms, but he has also systematically learned the actual combat skills of two or three kinds of cold weapons, and like himself, he belongs to the type that is not the most top-notch in all aspects but has a fairly balanced training performance. "Mirroring" has the ability to cost any otherwise gifted opponent at least half of his advantage over him, but worse than that is his knowledge of his own combat patterns.

Ling Shucheng hung his head, staring at his own reflection on the thin water.

Twenty minutes ago, the right hand, which had been covered with small wounds, has now fully recovered. Even though it has been weakened to half of its peak state, the ability to heal itself still relies on every cell in the body to work hard day after day, and it doesn't even need Ling Shucheng's distraction.

The dull ache cleared him, slightly offsetting some of the tiredness that had been buried deep in his body. Ling Shucheng felt that he was completely accustomed to this by-product of wound healing. Strictly speaking, healing is the only talent that is not completely controlled by his will, so that it can continue to function when he is completely in a coma.

Very convenient ability. Yes in every sense of the word.

Leaving the cumbersome coat behind, Ling Shucheng climbed up the window as silently as possible.

It's time to cut corners.

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The pitch-black shadow was thrown into the door, and Kong Zhongsi counted down three seconds in his heart, rolled into the room.

Tense muscles loosened slightly, and he bent down to pick up the coat that served as a target for scaring snakes, and cautiously turned on the flashlight with his back against the door panel.

It felt a bit like a battle of wits against the air, and no one in the world knew the monster father and son better than he did. Even without the blessing of talent, Ling Shucheng, who is young and has been more fully trained in recent years, is still better than him in terms of eyesight and hearing. Kong Zhongsi has seen with his own eyes how fifteen-year-old Ling Shucheng defeated all the proud and arrogant teachers in turn, and how he directly smashed the bridge of the killer's nose with a slightly funny but very effective head hammer at the moment when he was about to be cut throat.

As his monster father put it, the most useful skill his son has learned in these twenty-five years is how to remain absolutely calm in any situation.

But Ling Shucheng's tactics are actually not calm, and sometimes he even has the momentum to rely on his talent and not know whether he is alive or dead. Kong Zhongsi took out a dagger from behind his waist and held it in the palm of his hand, his eyes were a little scary.

Fortunately, he was now able to borrow the recovery power that was enough to completely dissociate himself from the fragile mortals.

Despite the size of the ship, there are only a few places where weapons can be safely stored. The search area is shrinking, which means that the distance between him and Ling Shucheng is getting closer and closer.

The heavy clouds rested for only a moment, and the rain poured down again. Suddenly, the sound of electricity was heard on the radio overhead. Kong Zhongsi relaxed his brows after being alert for a moment.

After all, it is a device powered by solar and wind power, and maybe there is still a little energy that has not been exhausted.

"Today is ...... April 29, 2200...... Heavy rain with temperatures expected to be ...... Residents, please ...... Parks and other outdoor areas will be temporarily closed......" The electronic simulation of the female voice intermittently broadcasts the weather, which is a special taste under the background sound of the occasional thunder. Kong Zhongsi stared at the blackboard full of talent inheritance patterns with an expressionless face, and chuckled sarcastically.

He was wandering around the military academy on the fourth floor at this time. Although it can't be the same as the one he once studied, it seems that the deception methods used by all ships in cultivating future combat effectiveness are very consistent. 35xs

"I guess it's going to be around here...... If it was a plan finalized by this group of people whose brains never turned. He muttered to himself in the empty classroom.

Straightening a row of tables, he expertly climbed through the window to the empty playground.

The two legs were like stones that were constantly washed in the middle of the river, and Kong Zhongsi's climbing speed had to be reduced.

Heavy rain blurred the contours of the world. He froze for a moment, trying to banish the phantom that remained in his mind.

Many, many years ago, Su Miao, who was always carrying a bean-green bag, would always appear outside the military academy every day, rain or shine, waiting for him, who had been dragged for half an hour.

"Zhong Si! Over here! It was as if he had seen the plain shadow again. Su Miao was jumping vigorously outside the fence, and most of her head popped out intermittently, attracting many onlookers who were still training on the playground. She also seemed to know that this would have a bad effect, so after a while, she covered her face with her bag and wanted to cover it and squatted down...... Soon after, he stretched out a slender hand and beckoned to himself rhythmically like a code, as if he would never get bored.

It is unexpectedly reminiscent of such a long time ago at such a juncture. Kong Zhongsi raised his head, and the cold rain hugged him tightly like spider silk hanging from the black curtain.

In principle, everything he wanted to achieve has been achieved. Equally unexpectedly, he did not taste a hint of joy as a victor.

The mood is as light as tea that has been brewed too many times. Kong Zhongsi knew that he should feel "bitter" at this time, but unfortunately there was nothing left in his heart except for experiencing a little gentle melancholy.

Treading Water walked into a separate office, and he shut the haunting shadow out of the door. The pale light from the flashlight illuminated the words "temporary storage room", and Kong Zhongsi's face seemed to be smiling.

A lot of people are as simple-minded as he expected. He used his blade to completely destroy the rusty keyhole, and pulled out a very light longsword from a man-tall cabinet.

The weapons used by the students in training are not very lethal. Kong Zhong thoughtfully put the only light source on the ground, and buried his head in rummaging through them in turn.

There is a popular joke in the military that the best and most handy weapons on board are often kept in the military academy. This sentence is at least half credible, after all, with their current meagre resources, it is absolutely necessary for children to master the use of all weapons, but whether they can use them in the future is another matter. Kong Zhongsi remembered that the only time he came into contact with a hand-held bazooka was on the training ground, but unfortunately the academy could not provide enough ammunition, so everyone could only look at it with longing on their faces.

He didn't want to find something that powerful, but he could still find an antique shotgun like the Remington 870, right?

The feeling of holding the butt of a gun is always inexplicably reassuring to someone like him. Kong Zhongsi exhaled lightly, suddenly twisted his waist, turned around and pulled the trigger.

The soaked curtains swayed hard in the wind. A sword so slender that it was almost imperceptible fell to the floor. Behind the clawed cabinet, an eternally deserted male voice said unhurriedly, "You just almost sent bullets into a pile of TNTs." ”

"Really? That's a bit of a pity. Kong Zhongsi's speed of changing the magazine is far from the "civilian personnel" he has been positioning for a long time, "But I guess this weight can't blow you up?" ”

"Perhaps." Ling Shucheng replied, "Even I don't know where the limit of recovery is, of course, when I know, it is my death." ”

"Oh, that's ...... Swift Sword? Kong Zhongsi hooked the hilt of the sword with his foot, "You actually used a cold weapon to sneak up on me?" Are you so confident? ”

"Nope." Ling Shucheng shook his head in denial where he couldn't see, "It's just the closest to me." ”

Lightning pierced the sky and illuminated the room in an instant. As if pressing some invisible switch, the two of them turned out through the doors and windows again, like teammates who cooperated tacitly.

Three seconds later, the two bombs placed on the cabinet one after the other detonated together, and the rolling air wave made Ling Shucheng jump a little higher. With one hand, he briefly used his hand on the window edge of the second floor, pulled out the pistol that had just been stuck behind his waist in a fully vacated state, and jumped in the direction of the side of the wall while shooting into the room.

After rolling on a waterlogged balcony, Ling Shucheng didn't even have time to change the bullet. The empty pistol was immediately abandoned extravagantly, and he spun the submachine gun behind his back with his backhand to his chest before holding it to his chest, and fired a round into the house, then suddenly looked up and accurately flew a falling grenade with the butt.

Thousands of glowing reflections are hidden in countless floating droplets, and the violently shaking ground may be the best stage for two people. Before the building under his feet completely collapsed, Ling Shucheng once again stepped on a piece of blown rubble, and after stepping through several twisting canopies in succession, he threw out several knives from his sleeve one after another.

Kong Zhongsi waved the butt of his rifle to sweep away the cold weapon flying at high speed, and continued to step on the constantly cracking wall and shoot backwards. The belated gravity finally began to pull at his body, but Ling Shucheng took advantage of his distraction to disappear from view.

The sixth sense, which has been accumulated through experience, comes into play in a timely manner. Kong Zhongsi folded his hands in front of him, barely blocking a flying kick from Ling Shucheng that came out of the firelight. The heavy shotgun was out of his hand, and the two of them reached for a pistol at the same time, face to face, and the heat pouring into their ears stirred up the flying sand. Ling Shucheng twisted the gravity field in time before the two were about to land, and still had to roll a few times in a row before he unloaded some of the force of the impact.

"How do you feel now?" Kong Zhongsi rolled over from the rubble of bricks and stones, sat up, gasped and wiped the blood from his face.

"It is indeed the right judgment to let Yuan Sui leave early." Ling Shucheng exerted force with his right hand and rudely took the dislocated shoulder joint back.