Although Zhang Fuhai is a fully synthetic person, he is only a straggler in the killer world, and he is not backed by other forces, and the parts he needs can only be purchased on the black market, and he will be targeted by informants from some special departments if he is not careful.

Under the suppression of the coalition government, the prosthetic weapons on the market are becoming more and more scarce, and the civilian-grade prosthetic weapons that were once as cheap as cabbage have now been speculated to sky-high prices, and synthetics are excluded from the mainstream society, and there are no job opportunities, and only people like Zhang Fuhai who take risks can afford steel parts that are more expensive than gold, but because of his addiction to jade, his savings have long been exhausted, and many parts have not been maintained on time.

One of Zhang Fuhai's two eyes is a civilian-grade accessory without any function, and the other industrial-grade prosthetic eye has lost its locking, identification, positioning, measurement and guidance functions due to poor maintenance, and only the thermal imaging function is barely usable.

The strong flashlight in Wu Mian's hand can reach 3,000 lumens, shining on Zhang Fuhai's face in the dark, exposing his civilian-grade prosthetic eye without light filtering measures, but the industrial-grade prosthetic eye with the infrared function turned on can easily capture Wu Mian's position.

When Zhang Fuhai could ignore visual mimicry and attack, Wu Mian had already determined that he had infrared capture ability.

At this time, he suddenly appeared in Zhang Fuhai's shooting boundary, and he also took a great risk.

Wu Mian ran forward about three meters, tripped his right leg with his left leg, and forcibly let himself fall.

This way of falling to the ground is stupid, but it is also the most effective way to stop, enough for him to avoid the prediction of a master like Zhang Fuhai.

"Bang bang bang...... Click! ”

When Zhang Fuhai found Wu Mian, he took countermeasures, and after firing three bullets, the rifle entered a state of empty storage and hang-up.

Wu Mian heard three gunshots, frowned slightly, and suddenly felt that he was looking up to Zhang Fuhai.

At the same time as encountering Zhang Fuhai, Wu Mian had been counting the other party's bullets, and this was not his intention, but a subconscious behavior.

According to Wu Mian's calculations, Zhang Fuhai's magazine should have contained twenty-nine bullets, but the opponent's gun rang out thirty times and was in a state of full ammunition.

Most of the firearms that go to the people are black guns made by underground workshops, and even if there are standard weapons, they are all second-hand goods that have been eliminated or used, and the quality is uneven.

When the average old oilman uses a rifle, he will not press the bullet to the full, so as to avoid the maximum load of the magazine spring and the failure of the jam, and Zhang Fuhai does not even have this common sense, which means that he has not received systematic training.

The thought in his mind flashed, and Wu Mian raised the short protrusion in his hand and quickly suppressed the direction where Zhang Fuhai was.

"Clank!"

The bullets covered Zhang's direction, and two stray bullets shattered his scalp, revealing the metal skull underneath.

The threatened Zhang Fuhai instantly activated the weapon module in his arm, and his palm folded to one side, revealing the barrel below.

"Boom!"

A small grenade flew towards Wu Mian's position, exploding a brilliant flame.

Zhang Fuhai didn't have time to see if the cannon hit, and ducked behind the cover, and at the same time ripped off the bionic skin that obstructed his vision, revealing the cylindrical prosthetic eye like the shot below.

"Whoa!"

Zhang Fuhai changed to a new magazine, pulled the bolt quickly, pressed the bullet into the chamber, and pointed outward.

The moonlight was falling, and the place where Wu Mian was just now was empty.

At this moment, Zhang Fuhai's vision began to ghost, and it swayed.

This is a symptom of the separation of soul and body, and the high level of tension makes his quantum brain lose control of his body, as if his soul is out of the body for a moment, but he can't return to his body, and he has lost control of his body.

The loss of control of his body made Zhang Fuhai feel like a beast in a cage, no, to be precise, a cage-bound mind.

Gradually, he could not even concentrate mentally, and his own situation was no longer that the mind controlled the body, but that the body began to control the mind.

This is a common problem of separation between the soul and the body, and the lucky ones will regain control of their bodies after suffering from them, while the others will lose their sense of self, forget who they are, and become a complete lunatic.

Some scientists have questioned that the basis of the fully synthetic human is controlled by the human soul, so the mechanical body that has lost its reason and self due to the separation of spirit and body is still not a person.

Without reason and memory, are they amnesiac or out of control, or have disappeared from this world, and if so, what is it that controls the mechanical body?

This is a philosophical question that has been debated and inconclusive in the academic community.

Zhang Fuhai, who didn't even graduate from middle school, naturally didn't think about this kind of meaningless question, at this time, the symptoms of the separation of soul and flesh made him drown in the deep sea, his mind was blank, his thinking was full of jumps, and he even forgot what he was doing.

Wu Mian covered his figure through the cover on one side, and quickly went around to Zhang Fuhai's side, raising his gun and pointing it at his face.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and one of Zhang Fuhai's electronic eyes was exploded on the spot, emitting a puff of black smoke mixed with sparks.

The most effective way to deal with these all-synthetic humans is to destroy their quantum brains, but Wu Mian's weapon is obviously not powerful enough, so he can only attack Zhang Fuhai in this way.

The shock caused by the explosion of the electronic eye allowed Zhang Fuhai to recover smoothly from the state of separation of spirit and flesh, and in just a few seconds, he felt as if his mind had been imprisoned for a century.

When his line of sight was blocked, Zhang Shuhai pulled the trigger to the end and began to shoot at Wu Mian.

"Bang bang!"

Gunfire flickered in the darkness, and bullets landed on the surrounding bunkers and walls, igniting fires.

Zhang Fuhai emptied the AKM bullets, retreated to the back of the bunker next to him, and flipped his palm again, revealing the barrel in his arm.

"Boom!"

The grenade landed behind the broken wall in front of him, and Zhang Fuhai quickly approached it amid the explosion.

Within his line of sight, there was only such a bunker, and in such a short period of time, he didn't believe that Wu Mian could hide farther away.

But by the time he got to the side of cover, the thermal imager's line of sight was full of cold light and empty.

"Rustle!"

While Zhang Fuhai was puzzled, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in his ears, and he turned around suddenly, but there was still nothing in his sight.

The footsteps still didn't stop, and it sounded like they were all around, which made Zhang Fuhai full of doubts.

Regardless of the extremely rare existence of mimic armor, even if it exists, it cannot avoid thermal imaging.

Regardless of the extremely rare existence of mimic armor, even if it exists, it cannot avoid thermal imaging.

Zhang Fuhai was irritable, and there was another situation of separation of spirit and body.

He couldn't figure out how the opponent he had just pressed and beaten could find a way to counter him in such a short period of time.