Tong Erbiao from Tonghua, Jilin Province is a soldier of the precision strike team, with the rank of fourth-class sergeant major, and is one of the few top soldiers in the company who can operate a superconducting electromagnetic railgun, and his team has a total of four people, equipped with a new model of experimental tactical electromagnetic cannon, this weapon is mainly designed to perform precision strike missions against heavily armored targets, bunkers and ships, and it is completely overkill in this kind of ambush warfare. Calculate the impact point!Launch in five seconds!Four, three, two......"

The electrical operator activates the energy input, the cubic hydrogen fuel cell with a camouflage net emits a slight humming sound, the display of the electromagnetic railgun lights up one green light after another, the observer determines the impact point according to where the enemy last appeared, the loader removes the camouflage on the barrel, and the slender gun body shaped like a square steel pipe wrapped with hemp rope appears in the sunlight, "...... One ......" Tong Erbiao's finger lightly rested on the trigger, and he knew that as long as his index finger was retracted by five millimeters, the scorching projectile would penetrate the air at seven times the speed of sound, setting off a terrifying explosion. The nerve signal of the "trigger pull" was sent from the brain and transmitted at the speed of light in the nervous system, but when the signal was transmitted downward through the median nerve, there was a break in the wrist, and the electrical impulse could not be transmitted through the anterior interosseous nerve to the deep flexor muscle of the first finger, and his index finger trembled slightly, hanging limply on the trigger guard.

From the day he put on the military uniform, Tong Erbiao had the determination and will to shed blood without tears, and at this moment, he saw that his wrist was broken in two like being bitten by a wild beast, and the white bone stubble and red muscles were exposed, and then blood splattered everywhere, he did not feel pain or fear, and the only thought that rose in his mind was "I made a mistake." I'm sorry company commander, I'm sorry chief, I'm sorry country and people......"

He gritted his teeth and touched his belt with his left hand, swished out his dagger and turned around to look for traces of the enemy, a black shadow flashed at a speed that was almost impossible to track with the naked eye, Tong Erbiao's left wrist came with a cool breeze blowing, he looked at the left hand holding the knife in confusion, there was only a bloody stubble left, the wound was torn, and the long muscle tissue fluttered in the wind like strips of rags. Immediately before the severe pain knocked him down, he shouted with all his strength over the radio: "Company commander, fire covers my position, the enemy has ......"

His voice didn't reach Yang Zhengtong's ears. In fact, radio communications throughout the battlefield were strongly disrupted, and only a meaningless rustle came from the headphones. In order to prevent the sound of gunfire from attracting curious people and causing accidental injuries when setting up an ambush circle, the 3rd Company used a transparent polymer material called "Frill" to build an invisible barrier to isolate sound and electronic signals, and the strong surface tension made this shield invisible to the naked eye appear a perfect hemispherical shape, and at the same time, the thin shield was enough to allow vehicles and humans to pass through, and human skin could not even feel that weak resistance.

But at this time, the Friho shield that covers the battlefield like a big bowl becomes a natural amplifier of interference signals, and the chaotic electronic signals are constantly reflected on the polymer barrier, except for the directional laser data link of the "worker bee" UAV, all other electronic devices have lost their functions to varying degrees. The source of this full-band blocking interference is not electronics, but a person, a blonde man hiding in the smoke of gunpowder with a perpetual smile on his face.

Dvoru was in a very good mood.

He loves to fight. Ever since becoming the eleventh member of parliament and the vice-deacon of the Cross of Thorns in the Temple, paperwork has become a staple of daily life, and Dvoru was so disgusted with being trapped at the Austrian headquarters of the Cross that he couldn't wait to apply to the chief deacon for field work as soon as he heard that there was an opportunity to act, and boarded the Gulfstream XII jet to Japan with ease. Of course, his alter capacity – the second deputy director of the GTC's Counterterrorism Intelligence Unit – is also in the midst of some troubles, and it would be wise to apply for a long leave of absence at this time in the midst of a complex clean-up campaign within the GTC, and the director of counter-terrorism intelligence, Yoden Smith, has admired his approach, calling him "a good young man who is clean and self-conscious." ”

He took ten steps to the right, and "Boom!" a rocket exploded where he had been, and Dvoru laughed as he flew through the shrapnel.

Nothing is more hearty than a good hunter meeting a good prey, from Europe to Japan, from Japan to Mongolia, from Mongolia to China, the blonde man's mood is like a cat chasing a mouse, the excitement is constantly accumulating, the impulse to and fro in his body makes him reach orgasm by closing his eyes. It is easiest for a man who uses bioelectricity to deceive his nerve endings, and it is not difficult to stimulate the body to cast hormones, and Dvoru has recorded 300 brief orgasms in one day. But he has been living an ascetic life for all this time, just to get the ultimate pleasure when he tastes the delicious food at the end, and this moment is now.

"Drift Net!"

Emitting electrical energy from every inch of bare skin, the high-voltage arc forms an overwhelming net, Dvoru opens countless electric tentacles, senses the pointing of various weapon photoelectric sights through small potential differences, and constantly moves positions in the smoke that isolates the line of sight, evading attacks.

The phenomenon of human power generation is an interesting topic, and there has been a considerable amount of research in history. In August 1983, in a village south of Rome, Italy, a 16-year-old young man named Spinau, lived in a village named Spino, and his uncle Eslam Spiro first discovered his strangeness: whenever Spinor came to his house, his electrical products would malfunction, and the bed next to him would spontaneously combust for no apparent reason, and the paint cans would catch fire and explode.

Mrs. Justgie Presman of England is another person who can generate electricity, and when she gets close to electrical appliances, they will break, televisions will turn on their own, light bulbs will explode, and over the years she has destroyed 24 vacuum cleaners, 9 weeders, 12 hair dryers, 19 rice cookers, 8 electric stoves, 5 watches, 3 washing machines.

Scientists have tried a lot of ways to solve this incredible phenomenon of electricity generation in the human body. Inspired by the correlation between the health of electric eels and the generation of electrical energy, Dr. Nansam of the New York State Penitentiary experimented with prisoners, using "botulinum toxin" to make the subjects temporarily sick, and the phenomenon of electricity generation appeared on the patient's body. At this time, a large amount of static electricity can be detected in the patient's body. However, once the patient's body recovers, the phenomenon of power generation disappears.

Dr. Wayne R. Cole believes that theoretically, about 3 cubic centimeters of human muscle cells can produce 400,000 volts. He experimented with meditation to generate static electricity in his muscles, and the experiment was successful.

In Dvoru's case, however, this is just one of the many miracles that can be produced by a small change in the human genome, and although the scientific community has fully mastered the human genome map, the secrets of the genes have only been revealed due to the ban on human experimentation. In Lucifer's laboratory deep underground, the slight mutation of DNA has led to countless astonishing research results, the scientists of the Red Owl Brotherhood have found that a certain mutation seems to have a unique nature that cannot be replicated, the genetic chain of tens of billions of earthlings seems to be mutually exclusive to mutations to some extent, in so many experimental subjects, the ability to repeat has never appeared, and the handsome man with blond hair is the only man in the world who can master the powerful power of millions of volts from the moment he is reborn.

"Almost, right?" Dvoru muttered to himself, suddenly bowing down and running forward under the cover of gunsmoke, the electrical signal continued to stimulate the leg muscles, making him burst out with an instantaneous speed that was not inferior to that of a 100-meter flyer, although it would cause excessive energy consumption and muscle lacerations, but that was after the end of the battle, and muscle soreness was just a nerve signal that could be deceived.

The direction of his assault was the thickest edge of the spoon formation, an infantry group had just completed a round of fire coverage, and was changing magazines in order while keeping the fire low, "What's that?" the young light machine gunner looked up and saw a thin pink silk thread flashing through the smoke, the red line shining gently and harmlessly, like a brilliant aurora in the night sky.

"Arc of Light!"

The high-voltage electricity acts on the highly conductive polyaniline carbon nanotube hairspring, turning into a beautiful pink arc of light, and the man in the fitted black suit ghostly flashes behind the soldier, retracting the sky between his hands. The bunker, guns, rocks, and human body behind him gently split into countless irregular pieces, and the Heavy only realized that his head had left his body after he shouted "oops", and by the time the skull hit the ground, it had turned into fifteen pieces of unevenly sized pieces of minced flesh, each cut smoother than surgery.

The two groups adjacent to this infantry group immediately noticed the anomaly, and in the well-layered area of the ambush point, each combat group was within the fire coverage of the other two groups. The nearest firing point was only twenty-five meters away, and the five muzzle flames lit up immediately, but before the soldiers could correct the impact point, a thick whip emitting blood-red twisted electricity swept over, "snapping" to shatter the quick-drying concrete barrier, and "wooing" whistled to cut off the five soldiers. The corpse fell to the ground, and the wound immediately burst into flames. The crackling whip swept across the battlefield and rolled back, hovering over Dvorus for several turns, hanging like a snake to the ground. The blonde man's body was constantly emitting tiny arcs of electricity to prevent the whip from touching his body, and even the owner of the weapon, Dvoru, was clearly deeply jealous of it.

"Flame Snake!" The thirty-five-meter-long fire whip was a heavy combat weapon he rarely used, and the amount of electricity it consumed to maintain the whip's heat was astronomical, but now Dvoru didn't mind using the flame snake because his blood was boiling.

His soul was howling with joy.