Body of elements? Blood of destruction? Or burning of spiritual bodies? Although Juque is not a very talented person, as a scholar, his theoretical foundation of mysticism is still very solid. In a short period of time, his mind
I have already passed through several thoughts.
However, no matter which one it is, it cannot be mastered by ordinary junior psychics. In the world of extraordinary beings, if you want to self-destruct, you must be a master of the third or fourth level or above.
Is Deputy Director Dai Lun, who has always just disguised himself as an ordinary person, a master?
Juque did not rule out this possibility. However, compared to the empire sending a third-level or above psyker to the community to serve as a spy, he felt that it was more likely that the other party had a bomb hidden in its belly.
"Desperate virus bomb? This is very possible." Yang Mingzhao thought of this and already pounced on the opponent directly on the balcony. He ignored the high temperature on Dai Lun's body that seemed to be covered with a layer of lava, and directly put his hand on the balcony.
He pressed on the back of the other person's head.
At this moment, the impact glove on his right hand had disappeared and turned into a very delicate finger glove, which just wrapped his index finger.
"Take it!" Juque shouted in a low voice.
His judgment was correct. All the fire on Deputy Director Dai Lun's body disappeared instantly, and his body temperature had completely dropped.
Sure enough, it was indeed a biological bomb. Yang Mingzhao snorted coldly.
Then, Deputy Director Dai Lun turned around tremblingly, reaching out to hold the towel around his waist. A trace of panic quickly flashed in his eyes, but he soon squeezed out a flattering smile, stretched out his hand and said:
"Yang, Director Yang? I've seen you."
Director Yang? Yang Mingzhao immediately realized that it was quite reasonable for a member of his presidential secretarial team to be called "Director" outside, rounding up. It was even possible that he was called lower.
Ignoring him, Dai Lun felt that the other party was dissatisfied with his title, and hurriedly said: "Master Juque, the last time you came to the Ministry of Internal Affairs for an audit meeting, I was also present! This is true.
?Have you forgotten? Didn’t I invite you to the Gold Club and you agreed? This is all a misunderstanding! It’s just a personal hobby of mine. If you go to the mistress’s house to sleep, at most the Independent Commission Against Corruption will come and ask.
If so, there’s no need to create such a big battle, right?”
"Mistress? Judging from just now, your mistress is much more powerful than you." Juque said.
"This, I don't know about this either. Maybe it's her innate supernatural power, Guwu..."
Before Dai Lun could finish speaking, Ju Que had already punched him on the head.
Of course, when the power he released hit the opponent's head, there was a slight sense of lag. It should be a self-disciplined protective reaction produced by psychic energy. It can be determined that the deputy director is at least a sensitive person, and should
We are on the verge of awakening.
As a manager of the Internal Operations Bureau, his skills are good, better than most of the service personnel who are still performing tasks on the front line, but that's about it.
Just like what Juque said, the sophomore student from Pearl Academy of Fine Arts is much better than the deputy director of the Internal Operations Bureau. She was blown out of the window by him just now, but it was not so much that she was knocked away
Well, it would be better to say that he saw that the situation was not good and directly used his own attack to escape the pain.
He can be considered a ruthless man with rich combat experience.
Jique looked at the alleyway downstairs, hoping that his junior brother could successfully intercept it.
On the other side, the team outside the house had already started taking action.
In fact, just when Juque reached the sixth floor, the team members on standby outside quickly turned on the electromagnetic shielding using equipment disguised in a roadside fast food truck. As a result, all communications in the block within a radius of 200 meters were blocked.
The system was interrupted on the spot.
Killian Shazabi opened the car door first, hunched over and rolled out of the car. Then he did another tactical jump and roll, and he had already crossed the road. He leaned against the alley and pulled out his pistol, holding the button with his left hand.
The flying blade as long as the dagger was caught, and there were two more that were suspended by telekinesis.
This tactical move is very sophisticated and accurate. If he had had this skill a year ago, he would not have been bullied by a group of meow-birds when he was studying in the empire, and the foreign students would not have to rely on Mota Gang when fighting in a group.
It can only be said that no matter how weak a young boy is, once he awakens his spiritual power and learns "mortal" physical skills, he will always make great progress.
Two companions in the same car with him followed closely behind. They were simply in black close-fitting power suits. One was carrying an electromagnetic rifle, and the other was carrying a short-bodied submachine gun and an explosion-proof shield.
Of course, when the three of them passed through the alley in a triangular formation, they inevitably took a look at the customers of the street restaurant. Everyone except the disguised SWAT team members fell into a state of shock.
Especially the father and son sitting on the roadside table outside the store. The little boy looked at the heavily armed SWAT team and was a little scared at first, but when he saw Killian and the flying blade floating next to him, his eyes filled with excitement
Suddenly it was filled with light, and it was like seeing the superhero in the movie come into reality.
"Excuse me, are you Little Flying Scythe Retz?" The boy summoned up the courage to ask.
It took Killian half a second to realize that the other person was asking him, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer. Instead, the special service team member who was following him and carrying a force field shield and who was visually estimated to be two meters tall lowered his voice and said
: "It's Retz, the protagonist of "Saw Heroes"! Speaking of which, Master Fish Gut's weapon is really the same as Kya's!"
"So, are you here to defeat the Great Demon King Magma? Will you eat her after defeating her?"
What are the children looking at nowadays? Killian was speechless for a moment. But at this time, he heard the sound of gunshots in the distance, and his father, who had been dumbfounded before, suddenly rushed over and pulled him over.
His child fell down underneath him.
Fortunately, it was not someone else who attacked, but another group of special service members who had already forced themselves to the side of the vehicle where the bodyguards were. They used an oscillator to knock open the bulletproof glass on both sides. What followed immediately was a dense row of
rain of bullets.
It must be admitted that these special service members are well-trained, and this set of tactical coordination can be regarded as flawless. They killed the target in the car on the spot in an instant. However, they never thought about whether doing so would cause harm to those around them.
What bad experience does it cause for ordinary citizens.
In other words, they never had such a consciousness in their minds.
It was now nearly nine-thirty in the evening, and there were far fewer pedestrians nearby, but even if there were only diners in the restaurant at the entrance of the alley, there were still seven or eight people, including of course the father and son.
At this time, the father in overalls was already holding his son who was frightened and crying and wanted to run away to the other side of the street. However, he was stopped by Killian after just a few steps. He pushed him gently with his psychic field and pushed him away.
They were sent lightly to the park across the road.
"Protect the people! Prepare to evacuate!" he shouted to the special service members who came out of the restaurant.
"But..." The leader flashed a hint of dissatisfaction.
In his opinion, whether it is protecting the shivering innocent people or covering their evacuation, it is a thankless job, and it is not safe. More importantly, if you can't earn military merit, you can't show off in front of the leaders.
Face.
However, just when he was about to express his dissatisfaction, he suddenly trembled when he met Killian's eyes. He nodded quickly and obeyed, signaling his subordinates to set up a defense line on the spot to cover the diners and shopkeepers in the restaurant and evacuate to the opposite side.
Go to the park.
Killian still feels that there is no problem in arresting senior officials suspected of being spies. Not only is there no problem, but they should even try to hit them as hard as possible. However, is it necessary to operate in an urban area with a large number of civilians nearby at this time?
It's still very debatable.
However, there was no time to think about this kind of thing now. He had already heard the shattering of glass and the sound of falling to the ground, so he simply rushed into the alleyway with his weapon.
When he just saw the plaque on the second floor of Xiangyanghua Apartment, he happened to see a figure crawling up from the hard ground in the alleyway. It was the target's mistress, the female college student from the Academy of Fine Arts, who seemed to
It's called Wenna or something.
Killian looked at the broken window hole on the sixth floor, and immediately understood, and made a small contribution to the increase in the entropy of the universe.
This is the sixth floor! Just thinking about it made him feel unbearable pain.
However, the rumored college student from the Academy of Fine Arts had already stood up holding her waist. The pajamas she was wearing were already very cool, but after the fall just now, the fabric on her body suddenly lost a lot, and she immediately entered the 404
She was in a welfare state. But facing a group of special service members who were approaching her, she was not shy at all. A trace of despair flashed in her eyes, and then turned into a kind of decisive cruelty.
"You are asking for your own death."
"Thinking flying blade? It's just a children's toy." She looked at the flying blade floating next to Killian, sneered, and had a metallic sheen all over her body.
In an instant, her whole body seemed to turn into a giant statue made of steel, rushing straight towards everyone at the entrance of the alley. Look at the momentum and aura, even if it was used to break the formation from the front.
Heavy armored war robot, that's all.
The special service team members did not think that the firearms in their hands could stop this enemy. Fortunately, the team members on standby across the street had already set up three portable phase wave cannons.
Of course, after one or two such rounds, the impact on the houses around the lane and the casualties on the people are beyond the scope of these people's thinking.
However, before firing, Killian had already raised his hand, and the three telekinetic flying blades, which were only as long as daggers and as thin as paper knives, rushed towards the enemy.
"I told you this is a children's toy, gurgling, gurgling..."
The first flying blade suddenly shattered before it came into contact with the enemy. The "fragments" scattered and ejected electric arcs, forming a miniature power grid, which completely covered the head of the young lady who was transformed into a body of steel. The second flying blade
Special anesthetic gas is sprayed directly from the blade. This thing's direct damage to the human body is limited, but even for most psychics, it can cause certain nerve slowdown and muscle relaxation.
Sure enough, the steel figure was stopped by the electric grid and fell into instant paralysis. He was immediately injected with anesthetic gas, and the steel color on his body began to fade away. Then, the third flying blade swaggered in like the last behind-the-scenes boss.
It penetrated the woman's chest and abdomen and injected more neurotoxins into it.
The woman had completely lost her ability to resist, but even when she collapsed on the ground, she still waited for Killian with eyes full of resentment, gritting her teeth: "Despicable... Gu, kill me!"
As you wish. Killian nodded, and then, under the horrified gazes of his companions, he raised his pistol without saying a word and fired all twenty bullets in a special magazine.