The warehouse where the gangsters made drugs was strewn with corpses all over the place, and in the blood-mist-filled space, a huge alien standing close to the roof of the house.

Jiang Ming switched to life perception vision and glanced at it at random, and the signs of life of these people turned harmless green, which meant that they were dead.

He came to one wall, where several wooden boxes were piled up, unopened.

Pull the bottom box out and open it effortlessly.

Caught in the eyes of a patch of withered yellow weeds, he grabbed the weeds and threw them aside, revealing two sniper rifles with a full body of cyan and a silencer.

The only gun that Eme can recognize is Barrett, but this one is unrecognizable, and it feels a bit like an AWM sniper rifle in a shooting online game.

Weigh it in your hand, the weight is not light, I am afraid that it weighs close to ten catties.

Go to the box with the bullets on the other side, take out some bullets and press them into the magazine one by one.

"Click!"

Load the magazine with one hand and one gun, and point the two guns in front of you with both arms outstretched.

The sniper rifle, which is more than a meter long with a silencer, looks extremely discordant in Jiang Ming's hands like a children's toy.

His expression was very casual, and his spiritual power seeped out silently, covering every inch of space around him, and then quickly spread into the distance.

Wind speed, ambient temperature, air humidity, bias ......

All the numbers appear in the brain almost instantaneously, as if one precision instrument after another has been measured, and there is no half-minute error.

This is where mental power comes in, and human sniper squads generally operate in teams of two, with one sniper and one observer.

The sniper is responsible for killing the target, and the observer is responsible for observing these things, but Jiang Ming doesn't need it, with his calculation ability and mental strength, sniping is simply handy.

Even if each finger is responsible for controlling one gun, it is not difficult to fire ten guns at the same time.

He had never touched a sniper rifle before, but he had mental power as a guide, locking, and there would never be a chance of a mistake.

In other words, even if it was the first time he used this thing, he would be more accurate than the most experienced veteran.

In the woods 100 meters away, a green-headed fly flew aimlessly in the air.

"Suddenly!"

There was a dull gunshot, and a finger-long bullet spun forward at high speed in the air, passing through the dense branches of the trees and trees, without touching a single thing!

The bullet then struck the green-headed fly, and the terrifying impact turned its body to ashes in an instant.

It's slow to say, but in fact, the flies are wiped out the moment the gun goes off.

"Tutu Tu Tu Tu Tu Tu Bu Tu Bu Tu

Several shots were fired in a row, and all of them hit the target without exception, without deviation.

His arms are down, and the muzzles of two sniper rifles are pointed at the ground.

"Enjoy your last moments!"

With a sneer, Jiang Ming announced the death sentence of Su Haopeng's parents and left with two sniper rifles.

As soon as I walked out of the door twenty or thirty meters, the warehouse behind me suddenly exploded!

The force of the impact tore off the blue tin roof, shattered the windows on all sides of the warehouse, shattered glass, and raised black and red flames three or four stories high.

"Boom ......"

Immediately afterward, the warehouse was overwhelmed, and it collapsed in place and sent up a large cloud of dust, and the flames were partially extinguished, and in the blink of an eye, they burned bigger and bigger.

Jiang Ming's footsteps paused slightly, but he didn't look back, this was he detonated some gasoline barrels in the warehouse, ruining a qiē.

When the New York police come tomorrow, the most they can do is see a few charred bodies, or all of them burned to ashes.

The fire behind him was soaring, and occasionally there were a few loud explosions, and the corners of Jiang Ming's mouth hooked up a trace of arc and disappeared into the woods.

He needed to plan how he would infiltrate New York City, which was too big to sneak into a cosmopolitan city without being discovered.

First of all, he remembered the sewers, which were the darkest part of the city, and it was usually safe to approach from the inside, so that no one could see it.

Secondly......

There was no second, he could only think of this, and the rest needed to advance from the ground, and the chances of being spotted were greatly increased.

As soon as he said it, Jiang Ming found a sewer sewage outlet overnight and walked in from there.

It turns out that even though the United States is much more developed than the Celestial Empire, and the drainage system and other systems are several times more advanced, the sewers are still filthy.

At the very least, there are dozens of times more condoms, which shows the fiery passion between men and women here, as well as the opening of the country.

Bending over, his upper body almost forms a ninety-degree angle with his legs, and he is neither fast nor slow.

Even if there is a local memory, it is still difficult to approach the destination underground, and he needs to look up at the surface with his life perception vision, and then use it as a reference to see where he is now.

During the process, Jiang Ming didn't know how many forks in the road, and it took him almost two days to reach his destination.

"That's it."

He breathed a sigh of relief, the sewers were in all directions, and it was too difficult to walk in only one general direction, and if he was a day late, he would have missed this press conference and lost this rare opportunity.

With this point as the core, he began to search for suitable places for sniping.

It took a lot of time for Jiang Ming to finally find a suitable place.

At this time, it was already four or five o'clock in the morning of the next day, not far from dawn, and it was still too late!

He was about to go out of the sewer to the surface, when suddenly, his figure looked a little confused.

Listen intently, and a call rings in my heart.

It's a wonderful feeling, not really a sound, more like a kind of traction in the dark, guiding him to a certain place.

"It's ......"

I touched my head and thought for a moment, and my eyes suddenly lit up and I remembered something.

"Sleeping Zerg!"

Yes, this is it!

Jiang Ming determined that some high-level and special zergs would fall into a state of slumber after their energy was exhausted, similar to fossils.

This is not death, but a self-protection mechanism, in which it is similar to suspended animation, the body is cut off from the consumption and supply of energy, and only by external energy stimulation can it be awakened.

Depending on the level and branch, the state of the Zerg can be maintained for at least tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of years, and there is no upper limit.

At this time, if other Zerg are close to a certain range, then they can receive a signal from the same race.

Now the call from the bottom of Jiang Ming's heart is this kind of signal!

He jerked his head up at the ground, and the source of the signal was directly above, and there was the Museum of American History!

"Now isn't the time, wait until I kill those two sluts!"

It's too early to come and rescue this Zerg and get away from the United States.

It's almost predictable that entering the museum will definitely be discovered, but so what?

He has already decided to develop in the ocean, and when the time comes, he will go directly to the deep sea, and the United States will not be able to do anything about him even if he has great skills.

As for nuclear submarines, this thing seems to him to be a joke today! As long as a few aliens in the ocean press their broken claws upward, the acid blood will corrode the shell in the blink of an eye.

Not much, just make a few holes in a submarine, and then you can watch it sink and die with everyone inside!

In other words, once in the ocean, humans will be helpless against the alien race, and the aliens will be able to fight back at any time.

One last glance at the position, Jiang Ming turned to leave.

The Museum of American History, a window the size of a room, can be seen through the window pane and the orange light inside, and a large gray fossil as a single bed stands quietly.

Next to it is a label with its name: Stone Age Worm Fossil.