After opening and closing the curtains, the Son of Heaven took two steps back and two steps forward, blocking the route that the sniper was aiming at.

Long-range sniping, an error in the direction of the wind can make the bullet deviate from the distance of tens of centimeters or even several meters, and the top sniper can reduce the error, but when the target is the Son of Heaven...... Who can guarantee that their sniping will never go wrong? If there is no guarantee that you will never make a mistake, who can guarantee that it will not be this time?

If anyone dares to shoot in this swaying route of the Son of Heaven, it is not to save people, but to murder them outright.

There is a limit to human sniping, and even a skilled sniper cannot confirm all the wind directions - in this regard, the Cursed Child has a much better advantage than humans.

Just as the cursed son of ant genes can lift hundreds of times the weight of his body, he also has hundreds of times better eyesight than humans, and a cursed son who perceives wind hundreds of times more than humans.

In fact, the sniper is also very confused, why the upper echelons don't give the cursed son good treatment - indeed, eight adults died because of the original intestines, and almost all the people who survive today have a blood feud with the original intestines, but what does that have to do with the cursed children?

Those fart people are just that, they know to march and protest when they have nothing to do, they live idle, they don't dare to seek revenge on the protozoa, they only dare to vent their anger on the cursed son - but their escorts don't know the pressure they are receiving?

The population density of the island country is already large, even if the population dies by 80%, the remaining population is overcrowded in only five areas, and the need for essential materials for survival is considered expanding outward in order to obtain more space for movement.

Hate the Cursed Son? At first, most of the people in the Self-Defense Forces did hate, and to a certain extent, they were angry, but after realizing that the power of the Cursed Child was necessary in order to deal with the intestinal animals, they could continue to hold the idea of discriminating against the Cursed Son?

Won't it, sir, because the days of hatred will pass? And it's still a direct enemy, because the days of hatred of anger are over?

Watching the policemen take the cursed son to single-handedly pick out the original intestines one by one, who doesn't scold the high-level for being sick.

If there is a cursed son with a genetic counterpart, such as wind direction perception or future deduction, his sniper ability is much stronger than him, and he can completely predict the next move of the Son of Heaven, and find a gap for the bullet to grub the Son of Heaven to hit the enemy.

And most of the cursed sons are not low in combat effectiveness after training, I heard that the Holy Son of Heaven is preparing to establish the "New Law of Protozoa", but there is great resistance - damn, a group of high-level Wang Eight Lambs don't do serious things.

The sniper took a deep breath, intent on appeasing his resentment, and looked up, "Captain, the target seems to have spotted us. ”

"Nonsense, they've all infiltrated the Imperial Palace, can you know that there are people outside?" The other end of the communicator cursed: "Look for sniper opportunities on your own." ”

"Oh!" The sniper nodded, and bent down to continue looking at the Imperial Palace, fingers gently hooked.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bullet turned into a streamer and flew out quickly.

In order to prevent the sniper from inaccurate and injuring the Saint Son in the next room, the sniper only fired one shot, but the dignified leader of the Tokyo area, the Saint Genius was naturally not the only one sniper by his side, and at the moment he shot, the other snipers who found the angle and opportunity also fired.

"Damn, didn't you say the target found you? If something happens to the Holy Son of Heaven, you are the only one who asks, rescue team, follow me. On the other side of the communicator, there was the anxious voice of Takuto Howaki.

The sniper was silent for a moment, and he didn't expect that the other party was obviously alerting someone to snipe, but - the curtain was open, and the Son of Heaven left.

The kidnappers watched the Son of Heaven go next door, and sat on the bed of the Son of Heaven with a big grin, and he was sorry for himself if he didn't snipe.

Looking into the room through the scope, intending to take a look at the target, the sniper's face froze.

"Captain, let's go......"

The sniper's face was slightly bitter.

"It seems too late."

……

Lu Ming's eyes flickered slightly.

Sniper rifle - some C-level reincarnators can already resist hard, not to dodge, but to resist.

And the C-level and B-level evaluations are converted to LV6 in the wrong world, which is far from being threatened by bullets, even if it is a sniper rifle.

Lu Ming is not in this ranks, his physical fitness is low, and he is not even as good as some C-level reincarnators, and he will be injured if he resists a sniper rifle without defense.

But in the rating of the reincarnation space, he is counted as a B-level reincarnation, and naturally he has the strength to be worthy of this rating.

Intelligence is a high value, which represents spiritual power, perception ability, the ability to control various forces between heaven and earth, and the strength of one's own soul.

A sniper hundreds of meters away? How could this distance alone escape his perception?

For the perception of danger, compared to those martial artists who are dedicated to physical training, Lu Ming will only be more keen, and if he can sneak attack him, nine out of ten can directly second him, and it is useless to cultivate any internal force.

"Sniper...... Scold. Lu Ming chuckled, as soon as the words fell, in an instant, the bullet was already close in front of him.

Raising his hand, he grabbed it gently, without the slightest smoke and fire, as if sweeping away the dust, and when he reached out again, there were thirteen bullets in his hand.

At this moment, the sound of bullets breaking through the air reached his ears, followed by the faint, several muffled gunshots hundreds of meters away.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

"Lord Shengtianzi, are you okay, with my Baowei Zhuo here, absolutely no one can be hurt-"

Also heard the sound of bullets breaking through the air, Baowai Zhuoren rushed in with a few younger brothers, he took the lead, with a righteous face, and his expression was like Xue Rengui who was saving the Tang King, which made people can't help but wonder, he didn't snipe at a shot eight hundred meters away, and then chased the bullet and ran over, otherwise how could he take the credit for saving the car so naturally on himself.

It's just that the Son of Heaven was changing clothes next door, and there was no Son of Heaven in the house that he had been thinking about for a long time, only the Grim Reaper.

Looking at Lu Ming, who was intact, and the bullet in his hand, Howaki Zhuo's face turned green into a turtle.

Lu Ming flipped the sniper rifle bullet in his hand, holding more than a dozen rounds in one hand and looking a little crowded, not to mention that his strength was controlled in place, and under the unloading force, even the shape of the bullet did not change.

Rushed into the house, a total of eight people......

Lu Ming nodded, looked at these people and said with a smile: "Such non-stop, such loyal subordinates...... Okay, well, I will satisfy your desire to sacrifice your life for the country. ”

As he spoke, he threw the bullet in his hand in the midst of the horrified eyes of several people.

In an instant, the sound of killing pigs resounded in the Imperial Palace.