Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 42 Battle
"Oh, it's hidden in a place like this, no wonder it's so hard to find."

Looking at the abandoned buildings not far away, Milton scratched his head and sighed, "It's really hard to get this 100,000 yuan. I finally found a good movie, and the protagonist was about to start having sex, but suddenly called me out."

"Oh, I'm a little disappointed."

But even as he said this, Milton looked ahead and started laughing.

He snapped his fingers, and the box under his feet opened silently. A dark silver-painted quadcopter drone took off, and the implanted prosthetic eye was connected to the drone camera - at this moment Milton's field of vision was divided into two screens.

One is looking down from a high altitude, and the other is looking straight ahead.

As the command was given, the drone rose into the sky and hovered quietly, with the camera adjusted to reconnaissance mode overlooking the area below.

Milton had watched the video given by Kenge. That guy's performance didn't seem like a novice and he had some skills. He didn't want to let him see the bad situation and use the complicated terrain to escape.

Only in this way will I feel a little troubled.

Of course, if the other party is braver - no, it would be better if he is braver, and intends to fight to the end and fight to the death, then it would be really easy for me.

"Alas, we have to capture him alive."

Thinking of this, Milton couldn't help but sigh again.

He wiped the black single-molecule tactical knife he had pulled out. Due to the matte paint, this 60-centimeter-long single knife did not emit a cold light like the legendary magic weapon. However, it used a single molecule of "hexagonal crystal carbon nitride" as the blade edge, and was still enough to easily cut through an explosion-proof shield.

"Keng, don't you know that I hate trouble the most?"

With a final sigh, a smile returned to Milton's face.

Holding a single sword, he walked slowly towards the building in the distance.

The "thermal sensing mode" of the implanted prosthetic eye was activated, and the world took on a different look. In the cold blue, a fiery red human silhouette stood out.

--Got you.

Milton grinned.

He stopped and his body sank slightly.

The next moment, with the "thrust device" implanted in his legs, Milton turned into a flash of light, crossed a distance of more than 20 meters, and instantly crashed into the abandoned building in front!
But the originally prepared opening remarks have not yet been delivered.

Almost at the moment Milton landed on the ground, a dazzling tongue of fire burst out in the dark and cold space!

Milton only had time to raise his hands and twist his body halfway when the alloy steel core bullet broke through his face and tore off a large piece of bionic skin on his right arm!
Then, there was a belated and violent sound of gunfire.

No, not the same one.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
A line of gunshots exploded in the space, and in an instant, five more steel-core bullets were fired!
But Milton escaped!

At the cost of taking another steel-core bullet and injuring his shoulder, Milton finally gained enough time to react. He maneuvered through the remaining four bullets and avoided them all!

--boom!

But the next moment, a loud noise far louder than a gunshot and a flash of fire shot up into the sky. Countless metal fragments exploded under the action of kinetic energy, and the surrounding concrete walls turned into a hornet's nest in an instant.

And with the loud bang of the fragmentation grenade and the dust raised by the impact, two more shots were heard!

Without caring about the injuries on his body from the explosion of broken metal pieces that he had not completely blocked, Milton roared, dodged one of the pieces, and then maximized the effectiveness of his implanted prosthetic eye.

Then, he used the strength of his prosthetic arm, which had already been completely replaced, to draw his sword and cut open another bullet!
But the kinetic energy contained in it still made his body retreat two steps.

As a result, the imperceptible mixing line buried in the thick ruins of construction site waste was triggered.

——Sizzle!
Indigo arc light suddenly bloomed, and the electromagnetic grenade jumped out of the ruins and exploded! The impact called "EMP (electromagnetic pulse)" spread towards the surroundings!

And as if out of nowhere, nine gunshots were heard again, seizing the opportunity.

In Milton's vision, scarlet pop-up windows due to electromagnetic pulses appeared crazily. He had added anti-electromagnetic interference components to the key parts of his prosthetic body, but how could he completely block an electromagnetic grenade at such a close distance? No effect at all!
But Milton is a seasoned mercenary after all.

The name of "Haired Lizard" was earned by fighting. At this moment, Milton forced the power of the reduced prosthesis to take a step back, raised his left arm, and held his right hand across his body, dodging two of the bullets and blocking the remaining seven! None of them hit his vital points!
And the price.

The blade blocked two of them, and the remaining five were blocked by the left arm.

It swallowed all five steel core bullets - no, not all steel core bullets, there were also three large-caliber armor-piercing bullets mixed in.

Under such a huge outpouring of fire, Milton's left arm was almost scrapped. Crackling sparks flashed between the shattered bionic skin and the exposed internal mechanical parts, and large pieces of circuit components were burned and shattered.

As for the carbon muscle bundles, metal skeletons, and simulated neural networks, without the assistance of the former, they are almost dead and can only hang down helplessly.

Amidst the thick dust and fog, a figure slowly walked out.

Milton gasped and raised his head.

The young man in a black coat stopped ten meters away and looked quietly at the man in front of him who looked very embarrassed.

"Use bullets to limit my evasion, move in the direction you want, and then trigger the pre-set mines..."

".So, the homeless person who sent the photo was instructed by you?"

"Hey, I won't ask stupid questions like "How did you know I was looking for you?"

Milton grinned, as if his wound was pulled, making his expression slightly distorted: "But I really didn't expect that you would not think of hiding or running away, but actually prepare to fight back."

"I think there's only one question."

Milton spat out a mouthful of blood foam and stared at the other party closely: "Who are you? Hey, this level of combat strategy and mentality, an orphan from an orphanage? Hehe."

"My identity? As you can see, I am Song Shi." Song Shi spread his hands and smiled: "Besides, don't use words to delay time."

The young man pointed upwards and said, "I have turned on 'communication silence'. Your message cannot be sent out. The same goes for remote-controlled drones to request support."

As if in response to his words, a dull crash suddenly sounded outside.

After the prosthetic eye was implanted, the drone's shared vision disappeared and everything became pitch black.

Looking at the "signal loss" and "network disconnected" icons in the status bar, Milton was silent for a few seconds.

Slowly, his shoulders began to shake.

Until finally, the man suddenly burst into laughter.

He gripped the black single-edged sword with his remaining right hand, and began to assume a close combat posture - even though he did not bring weapons such as rifles on this trip due to the needs of "capturing alive" and "portability", he still carried a pistol with him, hanging on his waist.

At your fingertips.

But Milton chose not to draw his gun.

With only one hand left, he had to choose between a single-handed sword and a pistol. Otherwise, at such a close distance, once the fight started, the opponent would never give him time to switch.

——My own way of fighting has already failed once.

If I had used my prosthetic body to take the bullets instead of dodging them at the beginning, and had directly charged forward, the opponent's low-modified body would have been unable to resist, and I would not have ended up like this in an instant.

"Come--"

Milton grinned, first cut off his disabled left arm with a backhand knife, and then stood up.

In the reflection of his pupils, the young man in front of him took off his coat and casually threw it aside, revealing the exoskeleton arm guard that had already been worn underneath.

Looking at the embarrassed and ferocious man not far away, Song Shi slowly began to laugh.

In the silently burning red-gold flames, he turned the engineer shovel and pointed forward.

"--Come."

(End of this chapter)