"Anna Sui, why do you have to force yourself to come here?"
A foreign man walked out of a street shop with a look of displeasure on his face. This guy was also one of the four people who besieged Hu Huan and Zhang Mingyu.
At this moment, he changed his clothes and was dressed incompatible with the priests around him. He wore black robes and had a somewhat mysterious temperament.
The Asian woman smiled softly and said, "There is still something to gain!"
The foreign man who looked like a priest snorted coldly: "It's just a kid. He was lucky last time."
The Asian woman shook her head and decided not to share the "latest information" she had just obtained with her companions. They were not an organization in the first place. They formed a temporary team just for this mission and were not close at all.
The foreign man who looked like a priest changed the topic and asked pretending to be concerned: "That boy's spiritual bullet is highly poisonous. You are not well yet, so you should go back and rest quickly."
Anna Sui smiled back and said, "Thank you! I really need to go back and rest. This poison is very harmful. I may have to go back and ask the chief instructor to get rid of it completely."
The foreign man who looked like a priest said arrogantly: "Why don't we fly directly to Europe? Any one of our red archbishops can get rid of the red blood poison."
Anna Sui did not speak. She was hit by two psychic bullets. Although she was not killed directly due to her strong physical fitness, she was severely injured.
Especially the red blood poison is extremely difficult to deal with. Even if emergency measures are taken, it still cannot be eliminated and can only be temporarily suppressed.
Fortunately, red blood poison is a common spiritual poison, and every country has its own methods.
She sighed, and suddenly her throat felt sweet, and she spurted out a mouthful of red blood. This mouthful of red blood was definitely not normal.
After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Anna Sui's face turned red, which was not a normal complexion either.
A foreign man who looked like a priest hurriedly walked by, supported his companion, and the two walked away quickly. When they turned the corner, there was a car with a special license plate, and the two of them drove away.
A few minutes later, a person who looked like an aunt came over and gently smeared the ground with the broom on hand. The ground seemed to have been wiped with an eraser, and the bright red blood slowly disappeared bit by bit.
After cleaning up the blood stains on the ground, the aunt walked away casually. She looked no different from the cleaners who could be seen everywhere on the street.
Hu Huan touched his armpit, and there was a pistol there. He had actually thought about it just now, and suddenly he drew his gun at the Asian woman and shot her in succession.
But in the end, there was no such chance.
He glanced at Linghuyin, who was silent next to him, and asked, "Why did that woman just now look like she was fine at all?"
"My psychic bullets are pretty powerful too!"
Linghuyin smiled softly and said: "If they are not awakened in the physical body, you can probably send them to Guixi with a spiritual bullet."
"But Anna Sui is a professional from the second-level warrior family. She is a soldier just like your Yan Xiaoxi. Her body has been strengthened. It is not surprising that she can take a hard hit."
"What's more..."
"Wouldn't you beat a warrior who is stronger than a soldier to death?"
When Ling Huyin said this, he had a profound meaning. He actually didn't understand why Hu Huan leapfrogged his level and killed Hercules. Even if he took action, Hercules would be able to sustain it with his powerful physique.
Three to five minutes.
But Linghuyin didn't intend to dwell on this kind of thing. Battles between professionals are often full of strange things. Who knows which god Hercules didn't burn incense today?
Hu Huan laughed sarcastically and said a little embarrassedly: "That's not what I meant. I just want to know why she doesn't seem to have any signs of poisoning?"
"My spiritual bullet..."
"It's compressed by red blood poison, right?"
"Red blood poison is a unique spiritual poison here. Blood coral king snake only appears on the mainland, so they have some emergency measures."
"I see!"
Hu Huan muttered secretly: "Next time I will use other types of spiritual bullets."
Hu Huan really has another kind of spiritual poison - the golden color!
Although the golden centipede's spiritual power is weak, as long as he is given enough time, he can still condense twenty bullets of spiritual power.
"Instead of the golden poison, it should be able to penetrate the soul and kill the enemy directly."
"Or if a red blood poison occurs, a golden color will appear, and the two poisons will be combined into one, giving you strength."
In fact, Hu Huan also knew that this was not a problem of toxicity, but that his spiritual power was insufficient. Although he had a group of GR-level air-eating insects, his spiritual power was still not comparable to that of a real second-level professional.
The spiritual power provided by the air-eating insect swarm is definitely sufficient in terms of quantity, but the quality cannot keep up.
If he is really a second-level professional, one spiritual bullet can kill Anna Sui. Even a strong warrior like Hercules can still kill him without letting the opponent sustain more than ten bullets.
Linghuyin actually had a good impression of Hu Huan. After all, he was the one who brought Hu Huan to the capital. In order to save his comrades, Hu Huan went to intercept the air-eating insects by himself, which he admired very much.
This time, Hu Huan beat Hercules to death, which made him even more favored.
This time, it was Linghuyin who insisted on protecting Hu Huan without any punishment.
As the number one person in the third level, he is not far away from being a fourth level professional, so his superiors have to sell this face to some extent.
"Replenishment completed!"
Hu Huan let out a breath. This time he only replenished fifteen spiritual bullets. He was not that tired, but he still showed that he was a little exhausted.
After all, Linghuyin was a third-term professional with keen perception, and she couldn't help but be slightly curious as to why Hu Huan suddenly looked tired.
He whispered: "Did you get injured in the battle?"
"If you feel something is wrong, go to the treatment department quickly. Our Qianlong Army has its own special treatment methods."
Hu Huan shook his head and replied: "I have nothing to do."
He thought for a while and then added: "I was charging Shell 28. When fighting Hercules, I used up all the spiritual bullets."
Linghuyin suddenly realized and said: "Shell 28 can hold up to twenty-one spiritual bullets. With your current level, it does take a lot of energy to compress one or two bullets every day."
"Let me help you compress a few rounds."
"No, no need!"
Hu Huan was so shocked. How dare he use Linghuyin to compress his spiritual bullets?
First of all, Shell 28 has disappeared and turned into a fetish card. Secondly, he still has a swarm of air-eating insects in his body, and his spiritual power is not comparable to that of an awakened person. Even if there is such a thing as spiritual power mutation, he still can't get through it...
No matter how much the awakened person's spiritual power mutates, it will never become the level of a second-level professional.
Linghuyin was a little confused and said, "No need to be polite to me."