The bullet carrying the scorching wind appeared directly in He Ao's field of vision.
At this moment, it was too late to dodge, and He Ao's brain was working rapidly. At this moment, Super Memory established a model of the bullet's movement and simulated the trajectory of the bullet.
He Ao suddenly raised his dagger and blocked it in front of him.
Click——
The fiery bullets were splashed and hit the wall.
At this moment, He Ao also raised his head and began to move quickly along the room.
Aiming takes time. In a short period of time, rapid and irregular movements will interrupt the opponent's aiming rhythm.
At the same time, he began to quickly compare the scene in the room at this moment with the scene in his memory.
The body moved because the knife was removed from the body, which is normal.
There is a lot of blood on the ground, which was left by the 'assassin' just now. This is normal.
The table moved. The sniper rifle just fell on the ground and hit the table. This is normal.
There is someone behind you, that person is always there, this is normal.
boom--
Another shot came from behind, and this time He Ao, who was moving at high speed, dodged the shot.
He frowned.
So, what's the problem?
Everything in this house is fine, so where will the assassin be hiding?
Is he really invisible?
What kind of special ability is this?
While He Ao was thinking, in the direction of his advance, a shadow slowly pulled out a silver dagger from his waist and leaned towards his back.
No, that's not right!
Something is wrong,
He Ao stopped and the silver dagger slowly stretched towards his neck from behind.
Go short, go short.
Combat will only change things around you, but it is impossible to add or subtract something out of thin air.
The images memorized by the super memory and all the details of the entire room began to replay in He Ao's mind.
From the moment he entered the room, it was like a movie scene, frame by frame being intercepted and compared frame by frame.
Under such high-intensity calculations, even He Ao felt slightly dizzy.
The scene in his mind changed rapidly, from He Ao entering the room, talking to the assassin, to fighting, to the assassin disappearing.
At this moment, He Ao's memories came to a halt.
The moment the assassin disappeared, a figure suddenly appeared in the room. He couldn't tell who the figure was. His sensibility told him that the existence of this figure was logical and he didn't need to worry about it.
But ‘he’ is indeed something ‘extra’.
The sharp dagger had already passed over He Ao's shoulder, and the sharp blade slowly passed around the dark hood and hooked towards He Ao's neck under the mask.
It will pierce He Ao's carotid artery, and the bright red blood will bloom like a prosperous peony.
boom--
At this moment, the silver sword tip blocked the sharp blade.
The black shadow behind him wanted to cross the tip of the sword with force, but at that moment, his mind went blank.
mental disturbance,
He Ao pushed the sharp dagger away with all his strength, and the silver dagger danced like a sword in his hand, turning into a backhand sword.
When all possible outcomes are eliminated, the remaining outcome, no matter how unlikely, is the answer.
This 'safe' figure is the enemy.
The light of the sword passed through He Ao's armpit in an instant, followed immediately by the muffled sound of the sharp sword tip penetrating into flesh.
"ah!!!"
He Ao exerted force and retreated quickly, all his strength acting on his arms.
The black shadow, which had just woken up from the mental disturbance, was hit by He Ao's body and flew backwards before he could react.
boom--
The black shadow was mounted on the wall by He Ao, and the sharp sword blade quickly passed through his body, and bright red blood spattered on He Ao's arm.
Like peonies in full bloom.
He Ao let go of the hilt of his sword, took a few steps forward, and turned around.
The thin assassin stared at He Ao with wide eyes. The short sword passed through his chest and nailed him to the wall like a rag doll.
He seemed unable to understand how He Ao saw through himself.
He struggled and stretched out his hand towards He Ao, trying to grab He Ao, but in the end his movements became slower and slower until he stopped.
His arms dropped limply.
From the perspective of super memory, his soul began to gradually dissipate.
Totally dead.
He Ao breathed a sigh of relief and turned off Super Memory.
A huge feeling of fatigue swept over me instantly.
He Ao leaned against the wall with difficulty, took out three silver test tubes from his waist, and poured them into his mouth.
After drinking these three bottles, he took a rest. When the fatigue gradually disappeared, he drank another bottle.
The battle with the assassin lasted only a few dozen seconds, but during this period he used mental interference three times, and also used super memory to compare memories.
This is a D-level strongman in his complete state, completely different from the one who makes up the numbers like Slanka.
He Ao was not injured this time, but the reason why he was not injured was not because he was strong enough to kill the assassin without any injuries.
Instead, the opponent focused on killing with one blow, and every time it was a killing move, he was able to prevent it.
The last ability that affects common sense and reason and achieves the effect of "invisibility" is indeed a bit scary. If He Ao didn't have super memory, he might really die here.
After regaining some mental and physical strength, He Ao walked to the dead assassin.
The assassin was relatively thin and looked like an ordinary haggard middle-aged man. His head was lowered and he looked at He Ao with wide eyes.
He Ao took a picture of the entire room with his bracelet, then reached out and wiped his eyelids down.
After this, Ho Ao began to check his combat uniform and the things he carried.
The quality of the combat uniform is good, but it's a pity that it was punctured. I would have known that I had punctured my neck just now, and I was careless.
Pistols are worthless.
Mithril test tube, empty? This guy is really poor.
He Ao looked around and finally discovered that the most valuable items were actually the Gauss sniper rifle that had fallen there initially, and a box of eight high-explosive bullets that went with the sniper rifle.
He took off his cloak and soaked it in the hotel sink. This one had too much blood on it and needed to be washed.
It is best to use cold water to clean blood stains. Hot water will denature and coagulate the proteins in the blood, making it difficult to clean.
While the cloak was soaking, He Ao wiped the Gauss sniper rifle, then disassembled it into parts and put them into the sniper suitcase placed by the assassin in the corner.
After loading it, he went out the door and took back the big box he had hidden in the alley.
He then put the assassin's body into a box lined with a tarpaulin. In the process, he took out a badge from the assassin's inner pocket.
It was a silver wolf head badge.
When pulling out the badge, He Ao paused and opened his combat uniform. The combat uniform inherited from Roy's father also had the same inner pocket.
This kind of inner bag is not standard in combat uniforms. It is specially customized and is not included in FBI combat uniforms.
He Ao put this special silver wolf badge into the inner pocket of his combat uniform.
Just right.
Same path, similar combat uniforms.
It seems that this silver wolf badge is the emblem of some kind of organization.
He Ao closed the box, zipped it up, and washed the soaked cloak. After washing away most of the blood stains, the remaining blood stains were inconspicuous.
After everything was packed up, He Ao picked up the walkie-talkie placed on the table.
This kind of walkie-talkie usually has a recording function. He Ao pressed the record button and said softly,
"Mr. Christos, meet us at the coffee shop at the back door of the machinery factory."
——
"We often say that hard work will pay off, and the more you do, the more you get, but what is the reality in Chenxi City?"
"Everyone here, you work more than twelve hours a day, but the income you earn is barely enough for food and clothing. Your wealth is used to pay rent, pay credit card interest, and pay all kinds of inexplicable expenses."
“He who makes bread eats only the poorest bread, he who makes shoes wears out his own shoes, and he who builds houses pays a high price to live in other people’s houses.”
"People who sell illegal drugs and engage in red-light district business get rich, while talented people die in bed due to poverty and illness."
"Those who produce nothing have everything; those who produce everything have nothing."
"Is this your ideal Chenxi City? Is this the life you want to have? Is this the Chenxi City the original builders wanted to see?"
"Why can't we get higher wages? Why can't we own the products we produce? Why can't we get compensation that matches our labor?"
"If I become the mayor, I will raise the minimum wage, close or even take over some illegal factories, reduce working hours, and reduce taxes on ordinary people - and this part of the vacant taxes will be made up by the wealthy and consortium, and they will even
Pay more.”
"These taxes will be used to establish public health care and public education."
"In the future, everyone will be able to get remuneration commensurate with their labor, your debts will be reduced, your work and life will become better, you will be able to afford medical treatment, and your children will receive better education."
"No one will die because they cannot afford to call an ambulance, there will be no orphans wandering on the streets, and every child will receive books and milk."
"This is my promise to you, and I will use my life to fulfill it. The morning sun will eventually turn into the morning sun of the people of Chenxi!"
"So," Christos raised his right hand high,
"Let's turn Dawn City into what its designers originally intended!!
Let us take back the morning light that belongs to everyone!!!
Let us get what we deserve!!!”
"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"
"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"
There was a roaring response from the entire avenue. Everyone raised their right hands and shouted together with the man on the podium.
He Ao took one look at the scene of roaring mountains and tsunami, dragged his suitcase and walked past the edge of the crowd.
At this time, a security guard walked through the dense and noisy crowd and handed a blood-stained walkie-talkie to Christos.
