Extraterrestrial parasite

"Well, it's a bit troublesome."

Chen Yang crossed his hands and understood that it would be difficult for Shen Lang below to defeat the Russian.

That Russian Vanyusha not only had the thick health defense of a tank, but also had the agility of a leopard. Even if Shen Lang was not mentally damaged, the chance of winning the level in a fair and just battle with Vanyusha would be very low.

After all, although he has experienced many actual battles in the nightmare world, the nightmare world is only a virtual world after all, and it has little impact on the real body. Just like the software has kept up, but the hardware has not, no matter how optimized it is, it will be invincible. If you encounter an enemy whose software is not inferior to it and whose hardware has to be improved to a higher level, the winner or loser will be obvious.

As expected, Shen Lang's movement did not last long. It was Vaniusha's turn to move. He just stepped forward a few times, crossing the distance beyond the steps of ordinary people, and suddenly shortened the distance between him and Shen Lang. He stretched out his big hand and slapped Shen Lang on the head.

If this was actually filmed, he would definitely be dizzy and have a concussion, so there would be no chance of resisting.

Shen Lang stepped back without hesitation, but he forgot that there was a rope behind him. He could only take a step back, but he couldn't take any further.

"Go to hell!"

Vanyusha shouted in Russian with a ferocious face, and stretched out his hands simultaneously, just like swatting flies. This simple action brought an incomparable shock.

not good!

Shen Lang reacted, shrank his head, and then rolled like a lazy donkey. He suddenly dodged the slap of Vaniusa's hands and rolled to the right.

This roll does not mean that Shen Lang is just running away. He dodged Vaniusha's move, suddenly thrust out his right foot, and used the strength of his waist to kick the Russian's ankle, hoping to hook him down.

"puff."

The foot and ankle collided smoothly, but Shen Lang's expression changed. It felt like the kick was not a person's ankle, but a steel pillar. Not to mention that the kick knocked Vanyusha to the ground, and the force that rebounded afterward even made him feel as if the bones in his foot were broken.

The failure of his attack was completely unexpected. Vaniusha, however, would not give him a chance to lose consciousness. He turned around and kicked out his right foot, which happened to hit Shen Lang in the stomach.

"Snapped……"

After nine games, Shen Lang was finally successfully counterattacked by his enemy, and it was a heavy blow.

Like a sandbag being kicked away, Shen Lang's entire body flew three to four meters and hit the railings of the arena. He was in so much pain that he couldn't get up immediately.

"Die. My toy."

Vanusha roared loudly, walked over and grabbed Shen Lang's hair, lifted him up from the ground, slapped him, and with a crisp "pop" sound, his cheek was suddenly torn and blood flowed out.

"Hahaha……"

Vaniusa laughed wildly and smashed Shen Lang to the ground. Immediately, he raised his right foot and trampled Shen Lang's head and chest desperately.

"Go to hell, die..."

Being hit like this continuously. After all, Shen Lang's body was not inhuman. It had not even reached the extreme state of human beings. A few heavy tramplings caused crimson blood to spurt out from his mouth.

…

In the VIP box, Chen Yang rubbed his temples and asked Liu Heming, who was trembling beside him, "Can you admit defeat?"

"Admit defeat?"

Seeing Shen Lang below being beaten so miserably. Liu Heming felt a sense of revenge in his heart, but when Chen Yang next to him suddenly spoke, the sense of joy immediately disappeared without a trace, and he answered honestly: "No, unless the Russian stops himself. .Otherwise the game would not be over."

"Can't your guarantor just admit defeat?"

"impossible."

Liu Heming smiled bitterly and said: "If we can admit defeat, there won't be so many boxers killed. Once a boxer is injured and loses, any sane person will admit defeat and wait until later, but how can there be such a situation?" Cheap things..."

"In other words, we can only wait for the Russian to stop on his own?"

"Um."

Liu Heming nodded and said it was correct.

"Hey, I have a headache... We can't just let him die now."

Shen Lang is a suitable candidate that Chen Yang has finally selected. Since this opportunity is rare, he is allowed to see the real blood in the real world. Letting Shen Lang go on stage for the trial does not mean that he will die.

If he died so easily, Chen Yang would not have the patience to wait for the next suitable candidate.

So Chen Yang was ready to stop the fight.

Under Liu Heming's puzzled gaze, Chen Yang took out an exquisite modern pen in the style of a fountain pen from his arms. He didn't know what button he pressed, and he gently drew a circle on the glass, a piece the size of a bowl. The glass fell neatly into his hand.

"Laser pointer?"

This was like a scene in a movie, which surprised Liu Heming. He knew about laser pens, but he had never heard of them being so small and powerful enough to cut glass.

At least, there is definitely no such powerful laser pointer at the civilian level, which can be used as a weapon.

What is this person's identity?

While Liu Heming was afraid, he was also thinking about this question in his heart.

Whether it's his abnormal skills or the equipment he took out from his arms, these are not what ordinary people should have. Could it be that he has provoked some people who cannot be provoked?

The total of Liu He's public wealth and private personal wealth has exceeded more than 15 billion. Although he is not the richest person in China, he is still one of the top figures in the pyramid.

Money, resources, and interpersonal relationships, when these three things reach a certain level, you will know secrets that many people will never understand in their lifetime.

This kind of secret covers politics, finance, economy, military and other aspects...

For example, in economic terms, mastering some secret information in advance has great benefits, whether in terms of income or risk avoidance.

With these secret information monopolies in their hands, the people are like fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered in their eyes.

Therefore, Liu Heming felt that Chen Yang was weird.

He couldn't tell what it felt like. He didn't look like someone from the government or the military, nor did he look like an ordinary person. Liu Heming couldn't figure out his identity for a long time, but he couldn't guess.

It doesn't matter if he can't guess. Liu Heming has only one certainty, that is, he must not be provoked or resisted at this time.

Seeing Chen Yang draw a circle on the glass with a laser pointer, just when Liu Heming was wondering what he wanted to do, Chen Yang actually picked up a pistol from the ground.

Liu Heming took a breath. Could this man want to kill the Russians on the arena with a gun?

If he really fired a gun and killed someone on the arena, even he wouldn't be able to get off the ship easily.

Thinking about the consequences, Liu Heming took a breath of cold air and broke out in cold sweat.

"Wait, you, you can't do this!"

Liu Heming quickly stopped him: "If you break the rules here, we will be in big trouble."

"No, you're wrong."

Chen Yang shook his head: "It's not that we are in big trouble, it's just that you are in big trouble."

With one hand, Chen Yang pulled out the pistol's magazine and took out an unfired bullet from the magazine.

Huang Chengcheng's bullets made Liu Heming a little dazed, "You, what are you..."

Things didn't seem to be what he thought. Chen Yang unloaded the magazine. Wasn't he planning to shoot the Russian?

The next moment, Liu Heming knew that he was wrong, and it was a big mistake.

Taking out a yellow bullet, Chen Yang looked at it for a moment, then looked at Vaniusa on the arena below, his eyes motionless.

Then……

Gently, Chen Yang waved his hand casually, just like throwing a ball of paper, lightly and effortlessly. It seemed that he didn't use much effort, but there was a sharp "swish" sound in the air.

"puff!"

Liu Heming opened his eyes and stared in horror at the scene that happened in an instant on the arena.

Vanusha was smashing Shen Lang to the ground and abusing him when suddenly a ball of blood burst out from the back of his head and the center of his forehead. He stood there blankly and stopped abusing Shen Lang.

The next second, blood slowly flowed out from the blood holes on the back of the head and the center of the forehead. The huge body, which was more than two meters high, suddenly fell to the ground with a loud "bang".

"How, how, how is it possible?"

Liu Heming was like a duck stuck in the neck, his eyes almost popped out, he was stunned by this incredible situation.

A bullet, yes, a bullet.

The Russian was killed by a bullet.

But the bullet that fired the bullet was not a gun, but something that was beyond imagination.

It's the hand!

Liu Heming turned his stiff head and cast his shocked eyes on Chen Yang's hand.

There was nothing, the bullet that was there just now had disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Is this man...is this man really still a human being?

With such fear and suspicion in his mind, Liu Heming used his best efforts to forcibly stop his urge to escape.

Damn, damn, staying with this person is simply more dangerous and terrifying than staying with a tiger!

Liu Heming was horrified here. In fact, the audience below was not much better. The shouts of killing the opponent came to an abrupt end when Vanyusha suddenly fell to the ground. He looked helplessly at Vanyusha, who was motionless on the stage with blood flowing out. Sha, everyone was stunned.

Everything was fine one moment, why did something happen the next second?

What happened to Vanyusha?

The sudden change probably shocked the organizers, who hurriedly sent people to check. They first looked at the dying Shen Lang, then carefully checked Vaniusa's wounds, and found a small hole in the ground of the arena. .

After carefully digging into the small hole with pliers and taking out a bullet, several people on the stage looking at the bullet looked at each other.

Bullets can kill, that's common sense.

But how does a bullet that has not been fired by the firing pin kill someone? (To be continued...)

ps: Sorry, it’s dark tonight because of something, so I’ll update it first.