"I am Li Xunhuan, the 100th generation descendant of Xiao Li Feidao." The man behind the ruins repeated again.
Shen Cong carefully monitored him with his eyes and replied, "Are you an actor?"
Li Xunhuan paused: "Um, not really."
Shen Cong continued: "Then you are mentally ill?"
"How can it be."
"But I feel like you are mentally ill and have a problem with your brain."
"Damn it, can you speak better? I'm just a fan of martial arts novels, understand?" Li Xunhuan could no longer maintain his previous joking tone and was very angry, "You haven't seen my skill of throwing knives, and I can hit the target with every shot. There is no difference between Li Xunhuan! It’s the end of the world now, do you understand? My ID card is gone, so I can call him whatever I want, do you understand?”
"I understand, middle school boy." Shen Cong remembered an Internet vocabulary.
"I'll wipe your uncle." Li Xunhuan scolded.
"I don't have an uncle." Shen Cong felt that this person was just a middle-aged boy, but he did not rule out the possibility that he would pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. This kind of thing often happens in novels.
But no matter what the opponent's situation is, it's rare for someone to appear who doesn't seem to be from the Eastern War Zone, but a native of Xuzhou. Shen Cong doesn't want to let the opponent go.
Besides, the other party wanted to kill him just now. No matter what, he must catch and kill this Li Xunhuan.
Must be killed!
The opponent couldn't hide, so Shen Cong planned to rush over. He felt that the power of the flying knife was not very strong. In fact, the opponent was just more flexible in his movements, not how strong he was.
One force can bring down ten.
No matter how flexible he is, if you catch him, beat him. If you don’t believe it, he won’t be beaten to death.
Suddenly, Shen Cong rushed over.
Li Xunhuan felt this movement: "My friend, you don't have a good temper." As he said that, he also moved, like a civet cat, rolling among the ruins and quickly escaping from his original position.
Shen Cong changed direction and rushed towards the opponent.
At the same time, he was still on the way and fired a few shots. He did not install a bouncing stick. The bouncing stick was not suitable for fighting alone, but was suitable for chasing and killing in groups.
However, Shen Cong is not slow now, much faster than Li Xunhuan.
Just as he was about to pursue him, Li Xunhuan suddenly turned around and another flying knife dodged past. Shen Cong immediately prepared to resist, but he still had to avoid the vital point, so his body became a little sluggish. Just with this slight delay, the other party has already pulled away. When Shen Cong chased after him again, the opponent fired another flying knife.
The distance grew again.
"Don't hide anymore, this flying knife is not very powerful." Shen Cong felt fierce in his heart, and when the opponent's third flying knife came straight towards his chest, he was ready to resist directly.
However, after seeing the trajectory of the flying knife, Shen Cong's eyes widened, his hair stood up, and he raised his hand almost without a moment's notice, using the bone gold shield made of the hell chicken skeleton of his arm to block it in front.
bass!
With a crisp sound, the flying knife trembled and stabbed into Shen Cong's arm shield.
Two inches inside, it penetrated the bone metal shield, then penetrated the hell mecha, and pierced the skin of Shen Cong's arm before stopping.
Bang.
Shen Cong stopped and stood among the ruins. He looked coldly at the flying knife on his arm and quickly sensed that the activity of this gold-core flying knife was as high as 2.715 hours, which could be called the highest gold-core quality.
If Shen Cong hadn't observed the difference in the trajectory of the flying knife just now, and Shen Cong subconsciously treated it with caution, the flying knife might have been inserted into his chest and pierced his heart.
He pulled out the flying knife and inserted it into the pocket of his hell mecha.
Suppressing the throbbing emotions that almost made me feel guilty.
Shen Cong glanced at Li Xunhuan who stopped fifty meters away and shook his head with regret, then turned to look at the already somewhat blurry King Kong.
I feel that there is nothing that can be done, and the opponent's strength has been hidden from the beginning. It is indeed like what is written in the novel, pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
To be able to shoot such a sharp knife, the opponent must have the strength of at least twenty cattle.
Otherwise, the 2.715h flying knife alone may not be able to break through the Hell Mecha's defense so easily. It should be noted that the Hell Mecha has been irradiated with meteorite fragments, and its activity level has increased to 1.9h. Its defensive effect is no worse than that of the heavyweight golden beast.
"You can hear me clearly, your ears are not weak, and your level of evolution is very high. I should have thought that the other person is pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger!"
The strength of twenty oxen was not enough in front of Shen Cong's strength of more than thirty oxen.
However, combined with the opponent's sharp golden core flying knife and flexible movement, it is difficult to kill, and you have to bear the risk of being counter-killed.
The most important point is that Shen Cong's clear line of sight in the probiotic fog is only more than two hundred meters. Once this distance is exceeded, he will be out of touch with Donkey Kong.
It's still unclear whether the other party is a person or a group of people.
Maybe Li Xunhuan is just a bait, and what they really have to deal with is their own Donkey Kong. Humans have always been good at conspiracy, and they have to guard against it.
Thoughts are running wild.
Just a thought.
Shen Cong took a deep look at Li Xunhuan, remembered the other person's figure and eyes in his mind, then turned around suddenly and went back. He was ready to retreat. He couldn't kill this man, and he didn't know how many accomplices he had. This place was not Shen Cong's home field, so he had to retreat. If something cannot be done, step back and figure it out slowly.
After returning to Donkey Kong, Shen Cong did not choose to sit on the roof of the car.
In fact, the range that the Heavenly Eye can see is the same in and outside the car. However, in the car, you need to be distracted to contact Donkey Kong and use the active frequency of Donkey Kong to open the Heavenly Eye. It is better to open the Heavenly Eye directly outside.
Now I don't know if there are any accomplices of Li Xunhuan out there, or if they have sniper rifles or other equipment, so they have to be treated with caution.
But he hasn't waited for Donkey Kong to activate.
With his eyesight, he saw that Li Xunhuan had entered within a range of more than 200 meters, and quickly approached relying on the ruins. Shen Cong quickly lit the fire, and the other party immediately shouted: "Hey, don't leave, let's talk again."
He seemed to be the only one around.
Shen Cong kept the engine warmed up and his mentality had already calmed down. He responded coldly: "Who are you?"
"I told you, my name is Li Xunhuan. You are really strange. Why do you insist on asking me for more details?" Li Xunhuan said impatiently.
"I asked you your identity!"
"The 100th generation descendant of Xiao Li Feidao."
"Get out!" Shen Cong turned on the maximum volume of the external speaker and cursed.
"Okay, let's all be honest." Li Xunhuan said hiding behind the ruins, "I have already said that my name is Li Xunhuan, and I will always be called Li Xunhuan after the end of the world. Don't ask me again why I am called Li Xunhuan. Now tell me you What is your name!"
Shen Cong had already walked into the carriage, picked up the six-barrel rapid-fire machine gun he had prepared for a long time from the material room, clicked on the magazine chain, then walked to the window and said through the external speaker: "My name is Huang Xiaoming."
As he spoke, he pointed the six-barreled rapid-fire machine gun at the ruins where Li Xunhuan was hiding.
"Haha, your name is Huang Xiao... I'll rub your uncle, Gatling!" Li Xunhuan was about to laugh at Shen Cong's name, but when Shen Cong opened the window of Donkey Kong, he quickly discovered a 6-barreled rapid-fire machine gun, and immediately used his hands and feet And used it to escape among the ruins.
His movements are flexible and hard to catch, so he can run away.
Shen Cong put down the six-barreled rapid-fire machine gun and said expressionlessly: "This person moves freely in the fog, not by relying on other methods, but like me, he has opened his eyes and uses his seventh sense to see what's going on here. … It’s a little tricky.” (To be continued.)