Although He Ao still didn't understand what happened, he noticed that Sri Lanka's gestures were different.
If a person reaches out to pick up a woven fabric such as clothing, he usually spreads his fingers apart in a "grasping" gesture.
Sri Lanka's hand has four fingers together, and the thumb is slightly separated from the other four fingers. This is a "hold" gesture.
Of course, the grip is not about holding clothes, but only those handle-like objects, such as... gun handles.
At this moment, He Ao suddenly jumped behind the sofa beside him.
Fierce gunfire rang out almost the moment he jumped out. The bullets passed through the gorgeous sofa, and the pure white feathers were exploded.
Dang Dang Dang——
The bullet hit the metal suitcase that He Ao was blocking in front of him, making a crisp sound.
"Boy, who sent you here?"
Sri Lanka pressed the button on the submachine gun to quickly eject the magazine, and the empty magazine fell from the gun. At the same time, he took out a new magazine from the drawer on the side and was about to insert it.
He discovered He Ao's problem as soon as he opened the door. Normally, the "takeaway" he ordered would not have such a temperament. As for what he said next, it was his trick to hold back He Ao at a critical moment.
At the moment when he was changing the magazine, Slanka felt that his mind was hit by some powerful force. His entire brain went blank for a moment, and his body froze at the same time.
This blank time was very short, and he recovered almost in the blink of an eye, but by now it was too late, the boy opposite had already taken out a submachine gun and pointed it at him.
Da da da--
Fierce gunfire rang out again, and this time, he was the one being targeted.
Compared to his marksmanship, the boy's marksmanship was obviously much more stable and accurate.
By the time he recovered and jumped behind the cabinet, nearly thirty bullets had been poured into him.
Bright red blood with a gray gleam soaked into his pajamas, and his hands were penetrated by more than a dozen bullets. He couldn't use any strength in his hands, and the submachine gun and magazine in his hands were loosened and fell to the ground.
He Ao took out a new magazine and replaced the empty magazine, then turned off the super memory and walked towards Sri Lanka step by step.
Slanka's moment of stiffness just now was because he used the ability of mental interference. This ability was obtained by Super Memory after devouring the dancer's talent sequence and being promoted to D level.
After entering level D, you can see some kind of ethereal 'shadow' combined with the human body in the super memory's 'vision'. He Ao currently believes that this 'shadow' is the person's spiritual entity or soul.
He can touch these shadows through his own spirit and interfere with the state of these 'shadows', but he cannot control or charm people. The most he can do now is to interfere with the enemy's thinking and put the enemy into a state of immobility that they cannot resist.
middle.
In fact, this is the first time he has used this ability in actual combat after acquiring it.
In the process of using this ability, He Ao's own power consumption will also accelerate.
And Slanka's soul power also exceeded He Ao's expectation. The original thirty seconds to use super memory without any cost was shortened to only five seconds due to interference with Slanka's thinking.
Judging from the strength of this soul, Slanka himself is a very strong transcendent, stronger than the average E-class, and is most likely a D-class transcendent.
However, although Slanka's soul is strong, it is in a state of flickering on and off, which is somewhat similar to the state of Christos' previous injury, so Heao judged that Slanka should have suffered some serious injury.
It is still being repaired.
This should also be the reason why he purchased a large amount of corpse flowers to restore his soul.
He Ao held the gun in one hand, put the other hand into his jacket from behind his waist, held the dagger fixed diagonally downward on his back, and walked towards Sri Lanka.
Judging from Sri Lanka's performance just now, thirty bullets from ordinary firearms were not enough to take away his life, but his hands should have been disabled.
"A D-level spiritual talent sequence owner really thinks highly of me," Slanka leaned behind the cabinet and listened to He Ao's footsteps approaching, "Whose are you?"
As he spoke, he endured the pain and plucked out the bullets that had entered his wrist one by one. These bullets hindered the movement of his hand muscles, and thin cold sweat emerged from his forehead, and he held back the pain in his throat.
He couldn't help but make a little groan of pain.
The young man outside did not respond to him, but continued to approach step by step.
Slanka accelerated the movements of his hands. When the bullets were dug out one by one, he suddenly tore up his pajamas and tied his wrists with cloth strips to barely stop the bleeding. At the same time, wisps of orange-red hot flames were
He gathered them together in his palms.
Since the last time he was injured, every time he used his abilities, he would feel a severe mental tear, and that terrible pressure wrapped around him like gangrene in his bones.
This was also the reason why he wanted to use firearms to deal with He Ao in the first place. The cost of using extraordinary power was too high.
However, he misjudged He Ao's strength, and was completely suppressed by He Ao in the first confrontation, and was even seriously injured.
At this moment, he still couldn't figure out who would send a strange D-level strongman to attack him, and this strongman looked so young.
Although he has done a lot of bad things, they were all small chores and dealt with ordinary people at the bottom. Except for the last time when he went to inquire about information and misjudged the opponent's strength and was injured, he had never offended anyone.
A strong man above level E.
It's impossible that one of those low-level trash received some powerful gift and came to seek revenge on him, right?
What a joke.
He shook his head, calmed down, and continued to gather the flames in his hands.
And just when the flames in his hand gathered into a fireball, the sound of approaching footsteps suddenly stopped, followed by the muffled sound of a gun being thrown on the sofa.
The whole room suddenly became quiet.
In this strange silence, Slanka frowned. He waited for a moment, holding the fireball that was gradually getting fuller in his hand, and slowly poked his head out from behind the cabinet.
And at this moment, a cold muzzle pressed against the back of his head,
"Mr. Slanka, don't move. Maybe we can have a chat."
Slanka trembled and froze, but the flame in his hand did not disappear.
"Mr. Srilanka, this is an 'extraordinary pistol'. It may be a little bit stronger than ordinary firearms. The moment I pull the trigger, the bullet will crush your brain and take away
your life."
As He Ao's words fell, the flame in Slanka's hand dissipated little by little.
He just changed the magazine, got closer a little bit, and used mental attacks, which were all part of He Ao's preset trap to give Slanka the feeling that he was a pure mental person, but his actual physical fitness was not strong, so he would choose to continue using it.
Misprediction of firearms attacks.
In actual operation, he first threw away his submachine gun to attract Slanka's attention, then detonated his super memory, bypassed the cabinet in a very short time, and appeared behind Slanka.
A soldier never tires of deceit.
It would be easy for He Ao to kill the injured Slanka at this moment, but his goal is not to kill people, but to obtain information from Slanka.
"May I know who sent you?"
Sri Lanka also understood this problem at this moment. He Ao did not kill him immediately, which proved that he was still valuable.
"Mr. Sri Lanka, this is our first meeting, but I think you should know my information very well," He Ao said softly, "My name is Joey."
