Level IV body armor should be able to protect against 5.56*45mm small-caliber rifle armor-piercing bullets, but it will inevitably be inadequate when facing .75-caliber ammunition at close range. To say it is inadequate is considered a compliment, the 20mm warhead is almost an anti-armor artillery shell.
, facing high-value targets with protective capabilities such as armored vehicles, aircraft, and fortifications, the current conventional personnel bulletproof armor is as fragile as a piece of paper to explosive bombs.
Faced with these time reverberations that came from the subconscious to the material universe, he didn't even bother to use too much supernatural power. He just attached his spiritual power to the explosive bombs and used continuous, precise, and rapid shooting to clear out anything that appeared in the universe.
The Holy Trinity mercenaries in front of him. Sometimes he doesn't even need to shoot, he just approaches the shadowy ghosts, and they evaporate like snowflakes under the scorching sun, leaving no trace - including those between the virtual and the real.
bullets and anti-tank missiles - those soldiers cannot even realize that they are not real. They still chant battle slogans and call for non-existent comrades and superiors, because they only sketch fragments from one-sided memories.
For these despicable things that are not even ghosts, the corona of power radiated by his soul is like molten gold. It is too bright and hot, and easily burns away like dewy memories. If someone looks directly into his soul, then
It would be like those mummies of the mystic family, whose flesh would be burned dry by heat enough to affect reality.
His shooting is very accurate.
Every time he pulled the trigger, the hot air from the muzzle would blow up the dust on the ground. He was like walking on the floating ripples of a gray lake. He only carried a magazine filled with twenty rounds, but every time he pulled out
When the drum was released, esoteric spells would create new bolts out of thin air and fill it. He could feel the electronic components and machinery that made up the bolt gun singing happily, it couldn't wait to spit out flames.
, spreading its innate instinct of destruction, it is fully cooperating with every action of pulling the trigger, smoothly swallowing the hot propellant gas, and stabilizing the movement of the gun after each bomb is fired. It longs to be held,
Longing to be used, longing to be soaked in the blood of righteous slaughter, longing to roar with the voice of pure hatred.
These extradimensional reverberations should not have appeared here. The library should have been the safest place for Karma Taj. The bolter seemed to feel his anger, shouting for justice and making the culprit pay the price.
"You will taste their blood, girl." The emperor pulled the gun and pushed a new bomb into the chamber. "Soon, I will feed you with their souls."
The bullet fragments streaked across the skin at an astonishing speed, and it took a few seconds for blood to start oozing after the skin was cut.
For the victim, this kind of scratch is a "bite by a bullet." The ghost bullet caused the oozing blood to freeze, but then every time she moved, the hard frost tore the skin, causing the blood to bleed.
More - At this moment, she was running wildly along the wool track on the ground. Ever since the deceased in her memory appeared, she began to worry about the "witch friend" who had no ability to resist. The self-blame at that moment was far greater than the pain on her ankle afterwards.
The bullet scratch was much more painful. The burst of adrenaline failed to make Lara Croft realize the pain immediately. She only felt that she had hit something, and then hid in the bunker and fired two shots.
With the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, a heavily armed corpse fell at her feet, and then turned into smoke in the blink of an eye. She was not surprised by the sight in front of her, because she had seen this happen more than once.
After the initial surprise, he quickly accepted the reality that he had no idea what was happening here.
The boundary between illusion and reality is getting blurred. Lara Croft feels that the darkness around her vision is getting deeper and deeper, and her mind is getting more and more dizzy. The remaining conscious self-diagnosis tells her that she is now suffering from hypoxia.
, hypoglycemia, hypotension and other states. The choking smell of the propellant was almost suffocating, until she ran into a place with warm radiant light, ghostly steam rising from her skin, clinging to her clothes and skin.
The illusory ice crystals evaporated in the blink of an eye. Just like jumping from the ice and snow into a bathtub filled with hot water, her frozen limbs began to feel warm and comfortable, but Lara Croft had no time to pay attention to such details at the time. She saw
At the edge of consciousness, someone raised the muzzle of a gun.
If she could later recall her thoughts at that time, it must have been despair.
She knew that she was too reckless, jumping into this passage where enemies might be present without prior reconnaissance and detours. She could not imagine that there would be an enemy placing such obvious indicators on the ground without taking any measures. If those who did not know where to start from,
If the Holy Trinity soldiers who appeared out of nowhere wanted to kill her, now was the best chance. Unsurprisingly, she heard gunshots coming from her side again. The sound was loud enough to shatter her eardrums and almost made her heart beat.
The stagnation interrupted her subconscious counterattack, and she knew she was facing death.
"He saved me. I don't know how he came to me."
"If you want to sleep with him, just say so. I won't shoot you, at least not this time."
Bayonetta used a wine glass to cover the corners of her raised mouth. This kind of thing has happened before. Usually her solution is to use a wine bottle instead of a pistol. After all, this is London, not New York, and the place she goes to is high-class.
A social salon rather than an American bar - when she met this kind of woman in New York, she would pull out a gun far more often than she would smash a wine bottle - she was not one of those California women with long fake nails who spent a lot of money
Price wears a bikini and tans under a UV light, trying his best to imitate the Kardashian women who only pull each other's hair when they argue. "If from the time he was thirteen, I shot every woman who tried to get him into bed,
Then the ammunition reserve of this manor is definitely not enough." The witch shrugged, "He was very popular at that time. You will never imagine how much he attracts flies in the summer when he is only wearing a shirt."
Lara Croft took this as a lively joke.
"I admit that he is very attractive, but not that exaggerated." She smiled and shook her head. She knew the charm of Bayonetta and Joan of Arc, and even if she was a woman, it would be difficult not to be moved by such a beautiful body.
Rather than participating in person, she wants to see the physical interaction like a Greek sculpture. She likes this kind of highly ornamental picture. "Let me continue. I know nothing about this matter at the moment.
I can only tell you what happened when he found me."
Master Hamil didn't know what was going on in the library. He was not worried about what Salomon would encounter when he entered the library alone, because he knew that the things inside were not difficult for Salomon.
He knew that this job was very important, and the missing spell could only be made up after all extradimensional creatures were expelled. Therefore, Master Hamil found several helpers and at the same time took back the key-shaped magic weapon from Master Xiao Wang.
"Master Wu Guiyue, Master Modu, Master Casilios." Master Hamil bowed ceremonially, and then let others see the key in his prosthetic hand, "I believe everyone understands those spells."
"I know the spell, but I don't know what's going on here." Modu's mental state was obviously much better. After a period of self-control and self-examination, his self-control ability and spell ability returned to the past. Master Hamil said
This is very gratifying, because there are not enough manpower on the surface to run the organization. "We must know what happened in the library and how it happened, Master Hamil."