Speaking of Hawkeye, I have to mention that his matching gun is actually a firearm driven by a different idea.

This man knocked on the door and approached the room, and it was a young man with a high nose and blue pupils, who was also relatively tall, one meter nine tall.

He doesn't have his own gun, as a sharpshooter of the black-armored army, he lives a life of no fixed place, and the guns in his hands do not have special equipment, after all, all materialized firearms can be played with in hand, and there are two or three black-armored followers who came in from the narrow passage on the other side, and the two have already picked out a sniper rifle for him, which is relatively old-fashioned, and it looks like it is still a bullet in the hall, and a bullet is fired, and it is not an automatic firearm.

This kind of firearm is now used by many gunners in the black armor unit, and the instructor during the training of sharpshooters once said to him, as a sniper, you must always use a shot as your last time, and you must hit the target, otherwise you will die ugly, so at that time, whenever you miss, you will be required to run a kilometer with a load, and the sharpshooters who come out of this mode naturally treat every bullet as the last mission.

The attendant also carried a tin box in his hand, which contained a small trick anesthetic.

Loaded with a sniper rifle fired on the head, this should not be a big problem for him to shoot.

The middle-aged man's voice continued to echo: "The anesthetic bomb is ready, this guy will please deal with it, and let his speed be completely banned." ”

Hawkeye replied very directly, "I know." ”

The three of them turned their heads to look at him at the same time, and waved after being silent and not speaking, he understood that this gesture basically meant to let him act quickly, basically he didn't want to talk nonsense with him, Hawkeye was the most special person among the humans of these black-armored troops, the way he spoke was very unpleasant, and there were very few most commonly used sentences, only one was yes, or not, and yes or no, just these words were on his lips, so it was useless to ask him anything.

The pattern here is different, the military badge of the black armor unit has its own dynamic password, and there is a machine on the wall to parse the dynamic password, after scanning, these walls can actually be automatically opened to act, not so much a wall, but a secret door is suitable, this building is such a pattern, not so much a building, but an artificially made mechanical bunker.

Hawkeye was alone, not even a retinue, and walked to the target point with the gun equipped with anesthetic.

At this time, except for Alan, there was only Frey left here, and both of them were relatively tired, and their expressions were even a little unbearable. Especially in terms of behavior, it is even said that it is a little helpless, and after weakening, the ability is increased, and the consumption of the two is not the same, but it is more difficult to maintain this ability. But Frey didn't think about breaking through to the side behind him for a moment, and then his figure turned into a series of afterimages, and then rushed over.

"Isn't he tired of being a little uncontrollable?" Aran swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he even looked at his actions a little Monet, in terms of pretending to force himself, he was much higher than him, and in terms of physical fitness, the other party should also be the limit, but why he still has this mode of action, I really don't understand...

Frey also knew that he wouldn't be able to penetrate the past without knocking down the person on the other side, but through the infinite amplification of the ability, his senses were also strengthened little by little, and now he finally understood the changes that were taking place around him, it turned out that he had been running around this place since the beginning, and it was not that he was running in a straight line.

The main reason is that the structure of this building is actually fully mechanical, which is the so-called alchemy machine, so he is not even aware of the increase in his sensory ability to the limit, and it is the alchemy machine that can just restrain his perception ability.

It wasn't that he kept running in a straight line as he imagined, but because through his mode of action, the alchemy module continued to deform as a whole according to his mode of action, causing him to have the so-called illusion.

Right now, it's not too late to notice this, it can be seen that this kind of alchemy module is really a terrifying existence.

When I was an enemy, I didn't expect this miracle effect, it was an iron cage, and there was no dead end to follow anywhere.

Just as Aran had that thought, he felt a wall of qi rushing in front of him.

It was indeed a figure, but his speed-weakening ability couldn't stop him, and he was slammed in the chest and flew upside down.

It's true that his amplification and his reverse weakening complement each other in the early beginning, so they don't have much of a difference in speed from each other.

But until a certain upper limit is reached, the balance between the two sides is instantly weakened, which indirectly leads to the ability of both sides to produce a tendency of the enemy to be strong and weak, and then collapse.

Alan's weakening was no longer effective, and just as his reverse vanished, Frey also burst out with his original speed, which he couldn't handle.

It felt like he had been run over by a heavy truck, and he flew upside down, slamming into the wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"No one has been able to stop me, and neither can you." As soon as Frey responded, his senses suddenly felt a sharp cold light sweeping directly behind him.

Indeed, a figure had already stood behind him, and Aram fell to the ground, panting, and did not want to continue to get up from the ground and continue the fight.

Fighting that was boring for himself didn't hurt the other party, and Aran felt that he couldn't do that.

Frey turned his head, and the black shadow also happened to be towards him, he keenly felt that the other party still had a gun in his hand, which looked awkward, and his sapphire-like eyes pulled out a cold cold light, as if he had seen through his movements, a very unique dynamic vision.

"Who are you, who don't see what happens on the ground?" Frey pointed to Aran behind him and continued to respond.

"I don't care about his fate, I only care about my own honor, you are my prey, you have been locked by me, don't think about running away, stay here." The cold and white face spat out some lukewarm words from his mouth.

He probably didn't speak much, so his voice sounded very cold, chilling down his spine.

"Then don't blame me."

Frey felt his eyes on him, and he was confident in his actions, and quickly rushed towards him.

The corners of Hawkeye's mouth on the other side made an upturned arc, and the muzzle of the gun suddenly flashed with a cold black light, and a pitch-black light shot at him violently.

It was a needle, and the calf suddenly felt like it had been stabbed.

The feeling was very subtle, and the next moment, he rolled on the ground, and the numbness began to come from the edge of his calf, and the next moment, he lost consciousness.

Then I felt like my body was being dragged along, but I didn't feel anything after that.