As soon as the voice fell, Shen Kong felt the world spinning.
The feeling this time was completely different from the previous transmissions. It was as if every cell in the body was squeezed and shrunk, and the bones, muscles, and blood were crushed and deformed by gravity and then stretched again. The intensity was beyond the limit of human endurance. The pain made him almost unbearable. Every second seemed to be stretched to a tortured eternity, and it seemed to be over in just a moment.
Shen Kong found that his feet touched the real ground. Then, his knees softened and he almost fell to the ground.
Thanks to him reaching out in time to hold on to the wall beside him, he could barely support his body.
After a few minutes, the pain that penetrated deep into the bones and muscles finally slowly dissipated. Shen Kong took a deep breath, then lowered his head and looked at himself.
The dirty jeans were tied into short boots that were splattered with mud. The loose short sleeves on the upper body were stained with mud and dried blood. Because it had been so long, the difference between the two could no longer be seen. A short and sharp dagger was stuck in the In his boots, the gun on his waist had no magazine, and he looked extremely miserable.
It was indeed his own body.
It was as if I had finally penetrated into a suitable shell. The feeling of comfort from body to heart was almost indescribable.
Shen Kong straightened his back, and the muscles and bones that had been imprisoned for a long time made a grinding sound, as if they were rusty weapons that had not been used for a long time. His slender limbs were extremely explosive, as if every inch of his skin contained amazing power.
finally…
He narrowed his eyes slightly in contentment.
At this moment, the familiar sound of the system came to mind, but strangely, unlike usual, its mechanical sound without any ups and downs seemed a bit vague at the moment, as if it was coming from a very far away place. It seems to be coming, and if you listen carefully you can hear the accompanying sizzling sound of electricity.
"Corrector 0823... Zizi... are you okay?"
Shen Kong raised his eyebrows without leaving any trace: "It's okay. What? Can't you detect it?"
"Zi... There were abnormal fluctuations in the small world just now. The studio's control over the small world has been reduced, and real-time monitoring has been affected... Zizi..."
Therefore, the connection between the studio and the world of the book has been weakened.
Shen Kong frowned and thought of the lines of different colors that suddenly began to tremble on the huge screen, as well as the piercing alarm sound that resounded throughout the space. An ominous premonition suddenly flashed through his mind, especially I think of the blue line that goes straight down, symbolizing the character's three-dimensional orientation, and representing that the target character's mental state is sliding in an extremely pathological direction.
... Could this matter be related to Han Li
The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. At this moment, the sound of the system rang in my ears again. I don’t know what method was used. Its sound now is much more stable than before, and the strange current sound has almost disappeared: "Now the corrector has been Teleported to the surrounding area where the relevant fluctuation point occurs.”
Shen Kong looked around and found that he seemed to be standing in a leafy garden. The carefully pruned trees and shrubs were lush and lush. They were arranged alternately in a very ingenious way, neither too dense nor too sparse. The paving in between The cobblestone path winds towards the depths of the garden. The sky is between dusk and night. The dim light blurs the branches and leaves swaying in the breeze and the edges of tall buildings in the distance. The boundary between day and night becomes unclear. When I get up, the dark blue above my head gradually deepens and settles as time goes by, transitioning towards the color of late night. Through the gaps between the overlapping branches and leaves, I can see the bright lights not far away.
There were faint sounds of conversation, laughter, and intermittent music coming from that direction.
There seemed to be a dinner party.
Shen Kong took a few steps in that direction, but suddenly stopped.
Behind my ears I heard the faint sound of the night wind blowing through the trees.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his lead-grey pupils soaked in the night tightened, as if he were a keen and alert predator lurking in the middle of the night. His back was slightly arched, and his body was hidden in the shadowed trees around him. Almost blending in with the darkness.
Half a minute later.
A figure appeared where he was standing just now. His well-trained walking posture made almost no sound. It was like a shadow slowly sliding along the edge of the road. At this moment, another black shadow came from behind. A sudden attack came from the bushes on the side, dragging the man into the bushes in the blink of an eye, grabbing his throat quickly and accurately, and then crushing and twisting him fiercely, almost instantly trapping him. syncope.
Shen Kong slowly let go of his arms and quickly and silently put the man down on the ground.
He quickly inspected the equipment on the man and frowned.
This is an extremely efficient configuration: the barrel is blackened with special paint to prevent reflection, the handle of the gun is specially treated to prevent fingerprints, and even the model number of the gun is worn away to prevent tracing the source, coupled with skilled tactical movements and Having subconsciously struggled under the attack just now, the conclusion is obvious: this is a very professional mercenary organization, and it will definitely not be a one-man operation.
Shen Kong took off the man's hidden headphones and put them into his ears. The instructions there were clearly conveyed through the sizzling sound of electricity:
"Snipers are in position to confirm the target on the second floor."
He straightened up and looked towards the only lit window on the second floor. Although the distance prevented him from seeing clearly what was inside the window, he could still find the most suitable angle and position for sniping through the direction of the window and reverse direction. Positioning - Have at least two snipers.
Generally speaking, this kind of assassination mission rarely allows snipers to directly aim at the target to kill, because if the mission site is indoors, too many obstructions will often make it difficult for the sniper to locate, which is more difficult. In addition, the bulletproof glass Popularity, once a hit fails, it will cause the target of the mission to be wary and unable to approach the opponent again. Therefore, snipers often prepare second-hand. If the commando team has an accident or the target is accidentally exposed within the shooting range, Snipers will come in handy.
So this means... there is also a mercenary group of at least three to five people operating within a radius of 100 meters.
Shen Kong hid the man who had been knocked unconscious in the grass, took away his weapons and communicator, then crouched down and quickly ran towards the outside of the building. He found the fire escape door based on his experience. There was no door. The security camera installed on the lock had been cut off, and someone had obviously gotten in before him.
The fire escape was very dark, and the sign of the emergency exit flashed green. Not far away, the sound of people exchanging glasses of wine, laughter, and soft music came through the wall. This side of the wall seemed to be separated from the lively world. Cover with a thin film.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
The membrane is broken.
Noisy laughter and voices poured in instantly. Shen Kong dodged and hid in the blind corner of the stairwell. He watched the two people walking past him without realizing it, and the sporadic conversation spread. into his ears and briefly outline the current situation in his mind.
It seemed to be a private business gathering, and many important figures from the family were present.
During their conversation, Shen Kong heard Han Li's name.
Although they were only briefly mentioned once or twice, Shen Kong could hear very obvious awe and fear in their voices.
After the two people left, he quickly climbed up the stairs.
Deliberately lowered footsteps could be heard in the corridor on the second floor. Shen Kong knocked out a lookout at the entrance of the stairs, but the other two people not far ahead were already ready to enter. They raised their guns and took the next step. He could knock open the closed door in seconds. Shen Kong's face was as heavy as water. He used the man's limp figure as a cover to slowly raise the muzzle of his gun and take aim.
"boom!"
The door was knocked open.
Almost at the same moment, two muffled sounds of "duh" and "duh" sounded in the silent corridor. Under the influence of the gun, there was almost no big disturbance.
The two men threw themselves to the ground one after another.
Shen Kong put down his gun and straightened up.
The barrel of the gun in his hand was still slightly hot, as if a dark flame was burning along his fingers, down his arm, and into his heart.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, exhaled, and the corners of his lips curved into a smile, like a ghost thirsty for blood.
—I haven’t used my skills for a long time, so I feel a little rusty after all.
Shen Kong thought casually.
At this moment, the command sounded again in the headset: "Group A is down, Group B is up, snipers are on alert."
There is actually a second batch.
Shen Kong's nerves became tense again. He threw the unconscious body of the man at his feet into the stairwell, and then stuck his weapon on the door, hoping to slow down the other person's steps slightly, across the fire escape. From the door panel, the sound of well-trained footsteps could be heard again in the stairwell, and there was also a slight sound from behind, as if trying to break in from another direction.
Now that we are surrounded by enemies from both sides, we can only control the target person before making a decision.
Shen Kong ran towards the door that had just been opened without hesitation -
Just as he ran to the door, the sound of the fire room being knocked open rang out. Shen Kong quickly rolled on the spot to avoid the incoming bullets, and then fastened the door and locked it, all in one movement.
There was the sound of a chair being pulled out from the other end of the room, followed immediately by the sound of unhurried footsteps and the sharp sound of a cane tapping the ground.
Shen Kong looked back sharply.
Han Li stood not far behind him, staring at him with a pair of dark eyes. The lines on his face were much more mature than when they met before. His restrained and suppressed emotions were unpredictable, as if his sharp edge had been restrained. Entering the dull and heavy scabbard, the ruthlessness and sharpness of his youth were replaced by an elusive abyss, but it was equally dangerous and deep.
—Exactly, who else but him could be so calm after the door to his room was knocked open and the two people who knocked on the door were suddenly shot to death.
A clear command sounded in my ears: "The sniper has a clear vision, prepare-"
Shen Kong's eyes flashed, and he turned around and threw Han Li to the ground. There was a muffled sound from the glass not far away, but it did not break.
Bulletproof, okay.
Shen Kong lowered his head and looked at Han Li, who was pressed under him, and raised his eyebrows: "How many enemies have you made? Who wants your life so much?"
Han Li slowly raised the corners of his lips, raised his hand to hold Shen Kong's arm, and tightened it a little, but his voice was still calm, as if he was recounting some insignificant fact:
"Myself."
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