Sure enough, it is impossible to leave Laxiang City unimpeded.
Listening to the sound of propellers getting closer and closer from behind, Moyu rolled down the window, unbuckled his seat belt, leaned his upper body out of the window, and looked at the sky behind him.
Under the bright moonlight, one could barely see an armed helicopter flying rapidly in their direction.
On the road farther away, dozens of lights were lit.
Those were the headlights of a car. A rough estimate was that there were at least twenty cars starting.
However, compared to this large convoy, the armed helicopters in the sky are the biggest threat.
"This distance... is already within range, right? Without a direct attack, are you more inclined to control the situation first... This is good news. We must deal with the opponent before he reveals his intention to attack."
Moyu stared closely at the armed helicopter, his eyes slightly solemn.
He is not so arrogant that he thinks that he can withstand the attack of an armed helicopter with his "psychic defense" alone.
That large-caliber machine gun alone could easily tear him and Sambika into pieces.
The body can resist bullets, and the bare hands can block rocket launchers...
It was a special event for first-rate enhancement type ability users.
In fact, when a person with normal mental abilities is faced with a shot from a 9 mm caliber pistol, even if he uses "Condensation" to defend accurately, he may not be unscathed.
And hot weapons such as more powerful rifles and submachine guns can pose a substantial threat to those with telekinesis who do not understand "hardness" if they cannot be avoided.
With Moyu's current comprehensive level of telekinesis skills, even a car explosion would be enough, let alone a machine gun equipped on an armed helicopter.
"It's an armed helicopter and at least twenty cars."
Moyu retreated into the car and briefly explained what he had observed.
Bisji, who was responsible for driving, realized the seriousness of the situation.
On a terrain with such a wide field of vision, a taxi would never be able to dodge an armed helicopter.
If something is not done, if an armed helicopter catches up with it and then fires at it, the taxi will disintegrate and explode.
As for her, there was no need to worry about life threats, but it was different for Moyo and Sambika who were both in the car.
Just when Bisji was thinking about how to deal with it, Moyu's voice sounded in his ears.
"Bisji, I'll drive."
"Um?"
Bisji turned his head and glanced at Moyu, without asking anything, and simply exchanged places with Moyu.
Moyu controlled the steering wheel steadily, looked forward, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
Bisji, who had moved to the passenger seat, leaned out of the window and observed the situation behind.
You can basically ignore the convoy that was left far behind, but the armed helicopter is getting closer and closer...
"Bisji."
While driving the car, Moyu asked: "If I gave you a "small ball", would you be confident that you would hit the helicopter gunship?"
"Hard to say."
Bisij retreated into the car and frowned slightly.
Even in girl form, it is not difficult at all for her to blow up an armed helicopter with one punch.
But in this case, it would be a bit difficult for her to ensure that a small ball was used to "shoot down" an armed helicopter at least 800 meters away.
Moyu said calmly: "Try it. You don't have to worry about the power, as long as you can send the "ball" to the vicinity of the armed helicopter."
While speaking, he used the ability of "Soul Echo" to mimic the shadow injected with telekinesis into a black ball about the size of a tennis ball.
"OK."
Bisji didn't ask any more questions.
In this race against time, she resolutely picked up the black ball that Moyu had used to mimic the shadow, and immediately leaned out of the car window again to look at the armed helicopter in the sky behind her.
When exerting force in this position, there is no need to consider "whether it can be shot down." You can just send the black ball nearby, and there should be no problem.
Thinking of this, Bisji used his bare hands to throw the black ball violently.
Swish——
The black ball turned into a black shadow and flew towards the armed helicopter.
The pilot responsible for flying an armed helicopter has relatively excellent dynamic vision.
He vaguely saw a black shadow flying towards him. Although he could not confirm what the black shadow was at the moment, he still controlled the armed helicopter to the left like a conditioned reflex.
His emergency control successfully avoided a black ball that was supposed to hit the front end of the armed helicopter.
However--
The black ball turned into a black cloth the next moment!
"cloth?!"
This was the driver's last exclamation before his death.
And the black cloth spread out against the wind became the last scene the driver saw before his death.
The black cloth mimicked by the shadow instantly became entangled with the armed helicopter, forcing the armed helicopter to fall straight to the ground in a rather rough way.
"Boom!"
The crashed helicopter gunship exploded violently.
Along with the deafening explosion, the sky was lit up by flames.
"very good."
Seeing Moyu solve the threat in this way, Bisiji secretly praised him.
The convoy following the armed helicopter also saw with their own eyes the process of the armed helicopter crashing rapidly and exploding.
"What!?"
"Crashed..."
"What happened?!"
Inside the car, the gang members all looked shocked and had no idea what was happening.
Moyu, who was driving, let out a suppressed scream, and his body shook uncontrollably due to the intense pain.
Affected by its condition, the taxi, which was originally driving smoothly on the road, suddenly started to shake from side to side.
"Little brother Kester?"
"Kester..."
Even without the obvious body shaking, Bisji and Sambika immediately noticed something strange about Moyu.
That kind of reaction is like the body is experiencing some kind of intense pain.
"Is it a capacity restriction...?"
The experienced Bisji quickly realized what was going on.
Moyou was so painful that he broke out in cold sweat. He did not answer Bisji's question and reluctantly straightened the car.
But Bisiki didn't need Moyo's answer to make a correct judgment through this phenomenon.
This form of oath…
It seems that little brother Kester's telekinesis ability is not that simple.
"Change it back."
Bisji suppressed his surprise and suggested.
"good."
Moyu responded.
Then the two exchanged positions again.
The taxi became quiet.
Bisji concentrated on driving, while Sambika in the back seat observed Moyu with curious eyes.
"call……"
Moyu leaned back on the chair and let out a breath.
Pain tolerance training…
There is a long way to go.
I don’t know how long it will take to practice before I can reach Killua’s level.
One of the most impressive scenes in Moyu's memory was that Killua was able to fall asleep unaffected by Mi Ji's full force whipping.
This kind of ability, which is developed through perseverance alone, can obviously bring ultimate "stability" to those with mind abilities.
Whether it is the maintenance of reading ability or reading skills...
So in order to reach that level faster, Moyu didn't mind experiencing the pain of death.
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