Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 44 The dust has settled
He barely dodged another fierce tackle and swung his sword forcefully, forcing the opponent to retreat.

The heat dissipation holes hidden in Milton's body spurted out steam with a "hiss", causing the rising temperature bar in the upper left corner of the field of vision to drop a little.

The "heat-insulating paint" that was sprayed all over his body before coming here had already been partially lost in the previous grenade explosion, and the opponent's psychic flames were poured out in a wasteful way, constantly burning him along the engineering shovel.

But that's not the point.

After fighting for dozens of times, Milton finally understood the problem.

The other party’s “technology”.

In other words, the opponent's close combat skills using the engineer shovel are more powerful than his own use of the "Close Range Weapon Mastery" tactical memory!

No. It can even be said to be far beyond! Only in this way can the opponent suppress himself when his physical function is obviously inferior to his own!

"What a psychopath."

Milton murmured in his heart.

What era is this? How can there still be people who are “proficient in cold weapons”?
"——That's what you take for granted."

A mixture of coolant and artificial plasma splashed everywhere.

As if he had guessed what the other party was thinking, Song Shi laughed as he slashed, "Fighting with swords is a fine tradition of psychics since ancient times! If you can't even use cold weapons, what kind of psychic are you?!"

——What a ridiculous reason!

Even at this moment, when Milton heard the other party say such words, he was so angry that he laughed instead and did not believe what the other party said at all.

It's time to fight for your life.

Milton said to himself in his heart.

Now there is still one chance, that is weapons.

The single-molecule knife in his hand was produced by the "Platinum Workshop". It was made using a full-body composite forging process and had a single molecule of "hexagonal crystal carbon nitride" as its cutting edge. Its market price was seven thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine credit points.

The engineer shovel in the opponent's hand was at most two or three thousand, and its quality was much worse than that of the single-molecule knife - this was not a random guess. Milton could clearly see that the engineer shovel had many large and small gaps.

This is your own advantage.

Next hit.

He forced his right arm prosthesis to overload and overclock, raising the output to the threshold limit, and used the single-molecule knife to cut off the engineer shovel, and then crashed into it closely! Cut off the opponent's head!

Without any hesitation, Milton roared, and no longer retreated. Instead, he went straight forward, showing an attitude of fighting for his life, and slashed at Song Shi with all his strength!

Song Shi raised the engineer shovel to block.

——That’s it!
At this moment, a sharp mechanical roar suddenly came from Milton's right arm, the heat soared sharply, and countless tiny components started to operate and rotate, until they finally turned into a huge force that drove the single-molecule knife!
There wasn't even a sound of metal grinding.

The monomolecular knife was like cutting into a piece of delicate butter, and the blade of the engineer shovel was instantly broken into two pieces from the middle - regardless of the crazy overload warning of the prosthetic limb on his right arm, Milton roared again, pushed the blade one step further, and slashed at the opponent who seemed to be caught off guard!
In less than a second, he could cut his opponent's head in half.

But he didn't have time after all.

Milton and Song Shi looked at each other through the gap between the two pieces divided by the shovel in mid-air. At this moment, the former was shocked to find that the other's eyes were extremely calm, and even had a hint of approval.

next moment.

The red-gold flame suddenly rolled up and turned into a reverse thrust force that appeared out of nowhere, pushing Song Shi's body to change direction and avoid the slashing trajectory of the single-molecule knife.

Then, almost at the same time as his body changed direction, Song Shi let go of the handle of the engineer shovel, and leaned down - then, a cold silver light broke through the darkness, and in an instant, it crossed Milton!
When the time that seemed to have frozen started to flow again, the two figures separated and stood back to back.

Song Shi turned around.

Perhaps due to inertia, Milton stumbled forward a few steps, unable to hold on any longer, and half-knelt down. However, as he knelt down, he turned his head with difficulty and stared at the person behind him.

A scalpel was almost completely inserted into the flesh, with the short handle exposed at the neck of Milton.

"cough"

Because he had a "second heart" implanted to strengthen his circulatory system, even though he had received so many traumas in succession, Milton did not lose consciousness quickly even though he was coughing up blood.

His vision did not become blurry like in the movies - the prosthetic eye was still in focus as always, clearly showing Song Shi's face.

And the other scalpel held in the other party's hand.

Just now, the opponent abandoned the engineer shovel, pulled out two scalpels from the lining with both hands, and cut his throat at the moment when the two men crossed.

"Go ahead, you know what I want to know."

"Hey tell you?"

Milton forced a smile. His face, which was covered with a mess of blood plasma, coolant, engine oil, etc., looked particularly ferocious. "You killed me, and I'm dying. You still want to get information from me?"

"Your transformation degree is about 32%. Considering your status as a mercenary, most of these implants are for 'life maintenance', 'enhancing body functions', and 'weaponry modules'."

"What would be fatal to an ordinary person might not be fatal to you. At least it can extend your life for a while."

Song Shi looked down at Milton and said, "I hate killing, I really hate it - but if it is absolutely necessary, I will not refuse. Believe me, you never want to experience that feeling."

Milton was silent for a moment.

".My employer is Kenge, the director of the institute you escaped from."

"Well, what else? Did he tell you about his further plans?"

"Hey, let me think about it, it really is true."

Milton laughed softly. "That guy is a loser in the internal factional struggle of Emerald Pharmaceuticals. As far as I know, he is always thinking about making a comeback."

"He told me not to alert the Security Bureau and Emerald Pharmaceuticals and to bring you back privately. I guess it might be related to his plan to make a comeback, but it's hard to say. Who knows the real situation? Oh, right."

As if he suddenly remembered something, Milton showed a look of reminiscence and said slowly: "There is one more thing, Kenge."

The next moment, the words stopped abruptly, and Milton suddenly raised his hand - the knuckles of his right hand flipped open instantly, and a row of black gun muzzles were aimed at Song Shi, and they opened fire!
Then Song Shi dodged.

From the beginning, he did not squat, but remained standing, overlooking Milton.

The latter's right prosthesis was already nearly scrapped after the forced overload, and his movements became much slower. In addition, Milton was seriously injured and could hardly move, so this kind of "gun-swinging" shooting was a bit too conspicuous and slow.

Wisps of green smoke came out of the muzzle of the Knuckle Gun, leaving several holes in the concrete wall in the distance.

Song Shi slowly walked back to his original position and looked at Milton.

"go on."

(End of this chapter)