Although Lu Shangjin's weakening ability is powerful, it only works for a short moment. This high-consumption ability cannot be activated continuously. It takes a period of time for the hot glands to cool down between two weakenings. Only with high-speed movement ability and extreme speed As the dominant assaulter, he can play the most perfect cooperation with him, grasp the rhythm of every momentary weakening, face the enemy infinitely, and then withdraw from the opponent's attack range when the weakening fails.
This kind of difficult cooperation requires many years of tacit understanding as the basis, so that no matter how high the level is or how strong the opponent is, whenever they face these two people at the same time, they will be oppressed and beat hard. .
The same is true for the immortal undead. The difference between the overall strength of the experimental body during the deterioration period and the S4-level advanced human is negligible, but there is a sniper rifle in the distance that uses bullets to restrict the undead's movement at any time, and has been weakening his differentiation ability. Eliminate his accompanying ability, whenever his ability disappears, Yan Yi will seize this fleeting opportunity and immediately appear in front of him.
The undead was dazzled by the teleportation and high-speed bouncing phantom of the opponent, and a wound or a bullet hole appeared on his body from time to time. If it wasn't for his own tenacious vitality, his life would have been worn away by Yan Yi long ago.
Yan Yi is also observing the movement of the undead. Although the undead is restricted by them and has almost no chance to fight back, his healing speed is too fast, and Yan Yi can't cause fatal damage to him. Get rid of his embarrassing situation.
The undead finally lost his patience. He tore off the white cloth from his head, covered it with the pearls floating around him, and called in a low voice: "Come out, I want to see if the weakening of the peregrine falcon can only be weakened." against one person."
But Pearl didn't answer his call, and didn't show up in full Messenger mimicry.
The undead lifted a corner of the white cloth wonderingly: "Hey, are you deaf?"
Pearl, which had become dull and rough, reluctantly spat out a few blisters into his hand, and the long strips of foam spelled out two lines: "Don't call me, I can't beat it."
The undead jumped with rage.
Another weakening attack struck, Yan Yi suddenly appeared behind him, quickly grabbed his chin with his left hand, held the uzi with one hand with his right hand, pressed against the undead's waist and shot, a shuttle of bullets emptied, and the bullet hole in the undead's abdomen went outward There was billowing black smoke.
The weakening disappeared, and the undead turned around and fell to the ground, but his lumbar spine was shattered by the bullets, and his whole body was broken from the middle, floating in the air in a strange and terrifying folded and paralyzed posture. A Pandora's magic mirror was unfolded under his feet. The ghost hand greedily grabbed Yan Yi's direction. Yan Yi tapped his toes to the ground and jumped to avoid it. fly.
In the distance, Lu Shangjin was dormant quietly at the sniper spot, looking expressionlessly at the two people who were facing each other on the roof of the clock tower through the magnifying glass. As time passed, his clothes had been soaked by the drizzle and damp fog, and the water flowed smoothly. His neck was flowing downwards, but he was still motionless, and the fingertips that were resting on the trigger did not tremble at all. Yan Yi's every move was in his magnification mirror, and he could see everything under the crosshairs.
The undead also saw that the current situation was not good for him. His distorted body made a groaning sound, and the broken lumbar vertebrae grew and recovered one by one. He straightened up again, tilted his head, and looked at the words with lifeless eyes. Yi, the corners of his lips were raised high, his raised voice sounded sickly and distorted and uncomfortable: "Is it fun to delay time with me? Look back."
There was a loud noise, and Yan Yi looked back, the iron tower far away in the mist seemed to be broken in the middle. He frowned and looked around. In the distant mist, the silhouettes of many gray and white experimental subjects appeared, wrecking havoc in the city.
"Why did you do this?" Yan Yi raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed at the undead's head.
The immortal spirit circled around in the air, and said with a leisurely smile, "Isn't it fair? Before I die, people ask me for life, and after I die, I give them back death. This is beyond my control, because what I have Wherever I go, the spirits of the dead will open the way for me, this is their respect for the god of death."
Seeing Yan Yi's expression changed, the undead laughed wildly as if witnessing a joyous comedy: "The longer I stay here, the more undead will gather, if this city falls, you will have to take responsibility. "
Yan Yi knew in his heart that he must not delay any longer. He wandered his eyes on the undead, looking for flaws. The incident happened suddenly. They came out too hastily, and the equipment was not complete. There was no communicator between him and Lu Shangjin, so he could only use the pupil small movements to cue him.
A change in his eyes can be clearly captured under Lu Shangjin's extreme vision. Lu Shangjin watched him calmly through the eyepiece, moved the muzzle of the gun slightly following Yan Yi's line of sight, the crosshair was raised above the undead's left shoulder, and his index finger lightly Pull the trigger.
A sniper bullet tore through the air and pierced through the air. It accurately calculated the position and movement of the undead. When the undead dodged sideways, it passed through the strap of the schoolbag hanging on his shoulder. The strap broke and the schoolbag was thrown out by the undead.
Yan Yi flashed forward among the seaweed-like ghost hands, and grabbed the schoolbag before the undead reached out. The undead grabbed the schoolbag with the remaining hand and snatched the other strap. The zipper snapped with a hiss, and the inside The May 3rd college entrance examination exercise book, scratch paper, marker pens, and a tube of synaptoin injection guns were all scattered out in a mess.
The undead grabbed the marker pen, and the injection gun fell into Yan Yi's hands.
The undead got angry and shouted at him: "Give it back to me!"
Yan Yi weighed the injection gun in his hand: "Put on the suppressor yourself and come to me to get it."
He backed up slowly, to the edge of the roof, leaped lightly, and when he fell, a black shadow of a bird flew past him, picking up Yan Yi from the air.
Lu Shangjin carried a heavy sniper rifle and flapped his powerful wings, leading him to fly into the dark clouds at dusk that blocked the sun. Yan Yi sat on his shoulders, with his legs hanging down, and glanced back at the undead coldly.
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From time to time, several roars and cries of pain could be heard in Dr. Han's villa.
Rimbaud was riding on Bai Chu's back waist, his hands were firmly locked, his eyes lit up with blue light, and his teeth were pointed and he was writhing the frantic alpha.
"Randi, don't move around, wake up."
Bai Chunian's hands were tied behind his back and pressed tightly, his bones made a rattling sound, and the Dead Sea Core Rock chains tied to the foot of the bed were rattled and rattled.
The starlight in the gaps in the curtains was projected on Bai Chunian's face drenched in cold sweat, making his face paler with pain, and his hair sticking wetly to his forehead.
After a while of restlessness passed, Bai Chunian lay powerlessly on the bed, hunched up and knelt down, buried his head between the supporting arms, gasped with his mouth slightly open, and the chains that bound his neck and hands were stretched out on his skin. There were bloodstains, blood trickled down his arms, and stained the newly changed sheets.
Rimbaud was also tired beside him, brushing away the hair sticking to his forehead with his fingertips, and holding his cheek to release soothing pheromones to comfort him.
Bai Chunian lay down on his side with difficulty, hugged Lan Bo into his arms and patted him: "My dear wife's arm must have been cut by me, I'm sorry."
"I'm fine, does it still hurt?" Rimbaud left a dozen bloody nail scratches on his arm, which is nothing, it will be fine in a while.
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." Bai Chunian kissed him on the lips, "I'll take a shower and come back to sleep."
Rimbaud unchained him and watched him slowly sit up, leaning on the wall and staggering towards the shower room in the bedroom.
This is not going to work. Rimbaud squeezed the bed sheet, purifying the place stained by sweat as before.
He thought silently, exhausted too much energy today, and fell asleep before he knew it.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Lan Bo was awakened by a rustling sound beside the bed. He opened one eye and glanced down, and saw Bai Chunian sitting on the floor with his back to him, holding a What to focus on spelling.
Rimbaud didn't make a sound, but continued to look at him with half-closed eyes.
Bai Chunian's hands trembled quietly due to his weakness and severe pain, and the movements of splicing the parts were slow and a little slow, which was very different from his previous agile and flexible appearance.
He cast a square animal cage out of the Dead Sea core rock, stood up with the help of the bed, searched for a T-shirt worn by Rimbaud beside the bed, took the T-shirt into the cage, and used the Dead Sea core rock from the inside. The cage door was sealed, and then he lay on the floor tiredly holding Rimbaud's clothes, curled up in the crowded and narrow cage, lowered his head and sucked the pheromone left in the clothes silently, and fell asleep.
Rimbaud kept staring at him.
After a long time, Rimbaud propped up the bed and sat up. Xiao Bai, who was sleeping in the cage, suddenly pricked up his white velvet ears, and raised his head to look around sleepily and bewilderedly.
Rimbaud supported the narrow cage, sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at him: "What are you doing?"
Bai Chunian was startled, sat up, leaned his back against the cage wall, forced a smile, "I'm afraid I'll get sick again in the middle of the night, and disturb you to sleep." He murmured softly, "...every time, no matter how good your temper is, you should be annoyed."
Lan Bo raised his hand to put away the dead sea core rock, and the flowing jet black spar instantly scattered and flowed to one side. The cage wall against which Bai Chunian was leaning back melted and disappeared, unable to support his body, he fell backwards and was supported by Lan Bo.
Rimbaud crossed one leg, grabbed Xiaobai's hair and forced him to raise his head close to him, leaned over his cheek and said slowly: "You can bite me, I'm not afraid of pain. I only beat you when I'm angry, no Will not want you."
Bai Chunian took a deep breath, turned around on his half-kneeling, the tip of his nose was red, threw himself into Rimbaud's arms, raised his head and kissed his chest and lower abdomen uncontrollably, kept calling his name sullenly, pressing Smell, lick, and kiss him.
Rimbaud stroked his back indulgently.
The next morning, Han Xingqian came a bit late.
Rimbaud came to open the door as usual, and Han Xingqian was holding a portable incubator in his hand, with a serious expression on his face.
Rimbaud's expression also sank: "What's wrong."
"Go upstairs and talk."
They walked up the wooden spiral staircase, Rimbaud pushed open the bedroom door, a pair of will-o'-the-wisp blue eyes rushed towards him, and Han Xingqian took a step back in shock.
Bai Chunian's body froze abruptly, being severely restrained by the chains around his neck and wrists, struggling to touch Rimbaud, the chains on his body were rattling, the crazy and fierce look and the bloodthirsty beast No two.
Rimbaud was already used to it, he walked over and put Xiao Bai in his arms, stroking and comforting him.
Xiaobai softened, and buried his face in Rimbaud's neck, moaning. Han Xingqian saw the opportunity, pressed him to the ground, and injected a tube of dissociative agent.
After resting for half an hour, Bai Chunian became conscious and gained some strength, and could sit up without support.
"Brother Han, what's the matter?" Bai Chunian rubbed his face, trying to cheer up.
Han Xingqian looked at the two of them and sighed softly: "A good news or a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"
Bai Chunian scratched his hair: "Bad."
Rimbaud stared at him closely: "I don't want to hear bad things."
Han Xingqian shook his head: "The bad news is that undead summoning bodies are raging, Westminster has fallen, and the results of the international conference have been postponed indefinitely."
Rimbaud's face darkened visibly, and his gnashing of teeth could be heard a few feet away.
Bai Chunian was quite calm. He already had a premonition that things would not go as smoothly as he had imagined. IOA was grateful enough to treat him with all its resources. He was now a weapon that was close to being scrapped, and his lifetime value was not much left.
"The good news is that the president ordered secret agents to bring this back overnight." Han Xingqian pushed the incubator in front of them, turned on the switch, and the hydraulic tank cover slowly opened.
Inside was a synesthetin injection gun.
Next to the injection gun is a handwriting written in a pen, with beautiful and elegant handwriting, which was left by the president.
"Ask Xiaobai to use this potion without any psychological burden, and we will take care of other things."