Life Copy Game

2022-03-21

Chapter 157 My name is Joey (please subscribe, ask for collection, ask for monthly pass)

Although He Ao still doesn’t understand what happened, but He noticed the difference in Slanka’s gestures.

If a person reaches for a woven fabric like clothes, he usually spreads his fingers apart, showing a ‘grabbing’ gesture.

Slanka’s hand is four fingers together, thumb slightly apart from the other four fingers, which is a ‘grip’ gesture.

It’s not about holding clothes, of course, you can only hold those handles, such as the handle of a gun.

At this moment, He Ao jumped behind the sofa beside him.

Intense gunshots sounded almost as soon as he jumped out, the bullet passed through the gorgeous sofa, and the pure white feathers were blown apart.

clang clang clang —

The bullet hit the metal suitcase He Ao was holding in front of him, making a crisp sound.

“Boy, who sent you here?”

Slanka pressed the button on the submachine gun to quickly eject the magazine, and the empty magazine fell from the gun. At the same time, a new magazine he had taken from a drawer beside him was about to be inserted.

He discovered He Ao’s problem as soon as he opened the door. Normally, the ‘takeaway’ he called has this kind of temperament. As for what he said later, it was his trick to hold He Ao at a critical moment.

At the moment of changing the magazine, Slanka felt that his mind was hit by some powerful force, his entire brain fell into a blank for a moment, and his body froze at the same time.

The blank time was very short, he recovered almost in the blink of an eye, and now it was too late, the boy opposite had already taken out a submachine gun and aimed it at him.

da da da —

The intense gunfire sounded again, and this time, he was the one targeted.

Compared with his Spear Art, the juvenile Spear Art is obviously much more stable and accurate.

By the time he recovered and jumped behind the cabinet, nearly thirty bullets had been poured into him.

His pajamas were soaked with bright red blood with gray radiance, his hands were penetrated by more than a dozen bullets, and the strength of his hands was not at all, and the submachine gun and magazines in his hands were loose. Open and fall to the ground.

He Ao took out a new magazine and replaced the empty magazine, then closed the Super Memory and walked towards Slanka step by step.

Slanka’s moment of stiffness was caused by his use of mental interference ability, which Super Memory acquired after devouring the dancer’s innate talent sequence and advancing to D-Rank

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After entering D-Rank, Super Memory’s ‘vision’ can see some kind of illusory ‘shadow’ that is combined with the human body. He Ao currently believes that this ‘shadow’ is human spiritual entity or soul.

He can touch these shadows through his own spirit and interfere with the state of these ‘shadows’, but he can’t control or charm people. The most he can do now is to interfere with the enemy’s thinking and make the enemy fall into in a state of unresistable rigidity.

In fact, this is the first time he has used this ability in actual combat.

He Ao’s own power consumption is also accelerated while using this ability.

And Slanka’s Soul Power also exceeded He Ao’s expectations. The original thirty seconds of using Super Memory at no cost was shortened because it interfered with Slanka’s thinking. Five seconds.

From this soul strength point of view, Slanka itself is a very strong transcender, stronger than the general E-rank, and most likely a D-Rank transcender.

However, although Slanka’s soul is strong, it is in a state of flickering and flickering, which is somewhat similar to the state of Christos’ previous injury, so He Ao judged that Slanka should be He suffered some kind of serious injury and is still being repaired.

This should also be the reason why he bought a large number of corpse flowers to restore his soul.

He Ao held a gun in one hand and reached into his jacket from behind his waist with the other hand, holding the dagger that was fixed on his back diagonally downwards, and walked towards Slanka.

Judging from Slanka’s performance just now, thirty rounds of ordinary firearms were not enough to take his life, but his hands should have been abolished.

“A D-Rank owner of the spiritual innate talent sequence really looks up to me,” Sranka leaned against the cabinet and listened to He Ao’s approaching footsteps, “Who are you? Humans?”

He endured the pain as he spoke, pulling out the bullets that had entered his wrist one by one. His forehead appeared, and he couldn’t help but let out a little painful grunt in his throat.

The boy outside did not respond to him, but was still approaching step by step.

Slanka accelerated the movements of his hands, and when the bullets were pulled out by one after another, he shredded his pajamas, and tied his wrists with cloth to barely stop the bleeding. Straws of orange-red hot flames gathered in his palm.

Since the last time he was injured, every time he used his ability, he would feel a violent mental tear, and the terrifying pressure entangled him like a gangrene.

That’s why he at first wanted to get rid of He Ao with firearms, the price of using supernatural powers was too high.

But he misestimated He Ao’s strength, resulting in the first confrontation being completely suppressed by He Ao and even seriously injured.

And at this point he couldn’t figure out who would send a strange D-Rank powerhouse to attack him, and this powerhouse looked so young.

Although he has done a lot of bad things, they are all trivial things, dealing with low-level ordinary people. Except for the last time he went to inquire about the intelligence, he misestimated the opponent’s strength and was injured. He has never offended any powerhouse above E-rank.

The total impossible is that a certain among the bottom group of garbage has obtained some kind of powerful gift, and came to him for revenge, right?

What a joke.

He shook his head, calmed down, and continued to gather flames in his hands.

And just when the flames in his hands converged into a Fireball, the sound of footsteps approaching abruptly stopped, followed by the muffled sound of guns being thrown on the sofa.

The whole room fell silent in an instant.

In this eerie silence, Slanka frowned, he waited for a moment, holding the gradually ‘full’ Fireball in his hand, and poked his head little by little towards the back of the cabinet.

And in this brief moment, a cold muzzle pressed against the back of his head,

“Mr. Slanka, don’t move, maybe we can talk.”

Sri Lanka body trembled, the whole person froze, but the flame in his hand did not disappear.

“Mr. Slanka, this is an ‘extraordinary pistol’, it may be a little bit stronger than a normal firearm, and the moment I pull the trigger, the bullet will churn. Break your brain and take your life.”

As He Ao’s voice fell, the flame in Slanka’s hand dissipated little by little.

Just changing the magazine, getting closer, and using Spirit Attack are all part of He Ao’s preset traps, so as to give Slanka a kind of pure spiritual ability, actual physical fitness If it is not strong, it will choose to continue to use firearms to attack the wrong prediction.

In actual operation, he first threw away the submachine gun to attract Slanka’s attention, then detonated the Super Memory, bypassed the cabinet in a very short time, and appeared in Slanka’s behind.

all’s fair in war.

It is easy for He Ao to kill the injured Slanka, but his goal is not to kill, but to obtain information from Slanka.

“May I know who sent you here?”

Slanka also understood the problem at this moment, He Ao didn’t immediately kill him, proving that he is still valuable of.

“Mr. Slanka, first meeting, but I think you should know my message very well,” He Ao whispered, “My name is Joey.”

Slanka stunned for a moment.

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