。 Deterrence is growing.

Some of the hunters, who were extremely sensitive, quickly sensed a fast-moving shadow approaching with their senses.

"Yannis, has the other party completely ignored the trap you arranged? Prepare Plan B. Russell shouted.

"What Plan B?" Yannis was shocked.

"It's the plan you mentioned earlier, didn't you say it was all you expected? Then use it, at least for a while. Russell said eagerly.

"Well, I understand, but the toxicity of that thing can be said to be fatal to humans, not to mention that it is permanently severe, but can directly make the cells show symptoms of severe poison nuisance, there is no cure, but we still have so many people here." Yannis scratched a roll of bangs on her forehead in embarrassment.

Although this is just his emergency response in the event of a serious situation, scratching his hair can quickly activate his head.

So the more he stimulated the hair sac, his thinking pattern has grown exponentially.

Yannis is a genius, sometimes he can directly calculate difficult formulas with just mental arithmetic, or directly write computer-coded programs by hand, and alchemical models can be quickly written in the shortest possible time.

It is important to know that the average amount of program is usually the work of several program developers.

The alchemy formula code has to be developed by hundreds of program developers, and the situation is even more complicated.

Yannis can do it independently, relying on the mental arithmetic ability beyond ordinary people.

But it takes a lot of energy on his part, and because of this, the bangs in front of his forehead are often at risk of bulging.

In fact, it is a step that is pulled out by himself one by one and stimulates the rapid evolution of thinking.

And at this point, his thinking can be regarded as really growing, and he is gradually ahead of the thinking of supercomputers.

Now, he was quickly removing the hairs from his head, his fingers entwined, little by little, pulled off.

The pupils condensed into the thickness of the needle, and the faint blue light stirred, and the next moment, the mind was restrained, against the program that kept flashing on the screen.

In just a few seconds, Yannis recovered, back to normal, smiling slowly.

But the bangs in front of the forehead have disappeared a lot.

"I see." Instead of refusing this time, Yannis answered the core question of Plan B head-on.

Straight to the core.

"According to computer simulations, ten minutes later there was a southeast wind with a wind speed of level 3."

"It can blow away the poisonous gas of mercury explosives, at that time, the air will not affect humans, of course it will be different for that monster, the wind is blowing in the direction it came from, only it will be affected by a wide range of poisonous gases." Yannis is like a simulated robot, broadcasting the results of mental arithmetic word by word.

This state does not affect anything, but it will affect the brain for a period of time.

He may make expressions that don't match them, and look more like a wax figure who can only talk.

Besides, he will speak with a few humorous words to indicate that he has put effort into it.

Other expressions and gestures are conceptual grins, symbolic smiles.

The smile is stiff and extremely unreal.

I guess even I don't know how to react now.

Over time, the damage to the brain is undoubtedly fatal.

Even so, Yannis didn't care about it, and the use of extreme thinking was often exercised by him, and it was controlled to half an hour.

It wasn't until the limit came that his horror really showed.

A strong deterrent began to affect the air flow around it.

Hunters who are extremely sensitive to the senses know that no flow of elements can escape their sight.

Indeed, from now on, the phenomenon of elemental turbulence occurs especially noticeably.

Just like before the arrival of the big man, there is such a premeditated natural phenomenon.

This is the turbulence of the elements of terror, like all the elements of Thursday.

At this time, it was as if they had been instructed by an order, and they all came together.

In fact, mastery of the elements is generally only possible by hunters who are rare among humans.

Of course, in addition to hunters, there are also assassins and a small number of soldiers who can also appreciate a thing or two through the perception, and the assassins and hunters are the beneficiaries of the elemental perception.

It is precisely because of the horror of elemental abilities that there is a lack of talent, and often only a few people can learn and master it.

Coupled with the establishment of the population base, talents who can control the elements also account for the majority.

However, if it is not on the good path, it is also a devastating blow to society.

Therefore, hunters are selected through assessment.

A comprehensive analysis of the right talent is also a top priority.

Abilities used on the right path are the hope of the future, otherwise they should be banned.

However, since it has been developed, it is ultimately intended to be used as the foundation for future eras.

"The other side is approaching, it takes some time for the pre-ignition, and now I'm going to start the precise manual control." Yannis's voice trembled.

He operated quickly on the computer in front of him, and the crackling operation sound kept ringing.

The people next to him were a little stunned, but this was Yannis's real kung fu.

Reaching such a level also comes at a certain price, and there are pros and cons to everything.

Before time ran out, his odds were better.

Both sides are monsters, and now the comparison is real kung fu, and it depends on whether the martial side can break through the obstacles set by Zhi.

The elemental turbulence became more and more apparent.

The cursor on the computer screen quickly switches, and soon after, a red cursor flashes.

The numbers are constantly switching, counting down to one minute.

It's also sixty seconds.

"In one minute, the northeast wind starts to blow, and that's when the mercury gas breaks out." Yannis said lightly, and at the same time, red liquid was already gushing out of his nose.

Blood remains, overwhelming the weight of the burden.

It's creating a lot of pressure on the brain.

His indifferent and pale expression just showed how much pressure he was under.

As you can imagine, this is definitely not something that ordinary people can afford.

"The official countdown, the first ten seconds..."

There was a long silence before Yannis's voice rang out again.

"Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven..."

"Four... Three... Two... One..."

The red cursor on the screen, suddenly disappears.

The area around the wheat field seems to be brightened, as if you are in an incandescent light bulb, and you suddenly come to the white world.

A large amount of white smoke is constantly leaking from the industrial crockpot.

The wind speed did change a little at this time, and as the prophecy calculated, the northeast wind blew.

The white smoke was swept up by the northeast wind and drifted quickly towards the northeast.

The endless white gas kept penetrating and spreading towards the wheat field.