The finger broken by Wu Xiaoming was still bleeding. Zhang Wenchuan looked a little embarrassed and transformed into a roll of bandage to temporarily wrap the wound.
He regretted not copying some of the healing auxiliary abilities from Han Jinghu, which was a bit too much.
That pink-haired girl is like a mad dog, constantly using micro-space transfer cracks to send bullets from weird angles to attack herself. This is so unreasonable.
The magazine of her pistol should have been emptied ten or eight times, but the bullets kept shooting out.
Zhang Wenchuan cursed in his heart.
This is the disadvantage of fighting in dreams. Once the opponent also understands the use of dreams, the battle will become extremely outrageous.
Yu Zhesen and Wu Xiaoming pressed his movements from two directions, and the two of them worked together like partners for many years.
Zhang Wenchuan finally realized that he had completely underestimated Wu Xiaoming's combat potential. Not only could she create micro-space transfer cracks that allowed bullets to appear from weird angles, but she could also create multiple ones at once.
Zhang Wenchuan could not understand the trajectory of the bullet after many spatial transfers. He could only put the protective wind wall as close to his body as possible to protect a larger area to reduce the pressure of dodging.
However, this was still not enough to deal with Wu Xiaoming's attack. She relied on her precise control to compress those black vortices to the size of a coin, and placed them in various tricky positions.
Forced into desperation, Zhang Wenchuan had no choice but to use the new power "rock skin" obtained from Han Jinghu, hardening his whole body into stone.
As a result, the bullets fired by Yu Zhesen and Wu Xiaoming on his body were as painless and itchy as scraping, but correspondingly, his sensitivity to body movements also decreased.
"How come this guy has so many superpowers?" Wu Xiaoming jumped to Yu Zhesen's side and stopped the useless shooting.
"He is a dream psychic like Nanami, and can copy the abilities of the psychics killed by him in dreams."
"No wonder he just said he would accept your superpower, so that's what happened..." Wu Xiaoming took a breath of air.
"The last time we fought him, he didn't have that many bells and whistles." Yu Zhesen frowned, "It seems that with the help of Han Jinghu, he has become a lot stronger."
Zhang Wenchuan, who was in a rocky state, walked towards the two of them with heavy steps and said in a rough voice: "Boss Han is so generous. His collection is an eye-opener for me."
Wu Xiaoming snorted coldly: "So you are willing to be his lackey? You have lost all your strength."
"This guy doesn't have much character to begin with, he's just a clown." Yu Zhesen shook his head, "I don't understand where he got the confidence to pursue Nanami before."
Wu Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, and then showed a contemptuous smile that said, "It's really interesting." He glanced sideways at Zhang Wenchuan and said, "He pursued Miss Nightmare before? Then he was sent to a detention center by you and Miss Nightmare, right? That's true.
Quite a clown."
Their conversation instantly broke Zhang Wenchuan's guard. Fine cracks appeared on the rocky skin on his face and peeled off. His eyes were on fire and he roared: "Shut up! You guys know nothing!"
Bang! The gun in Wu Xiaoming’s hand made a loud noise.
A bullet shot out of the black vortex that suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Wenchuan, hitting his forehead where the rock was partially peeled off, leaving a hole about 0.5 cm deep.
The enraged Zhang Wenchuan suddenly burst into countless dark purple lights all over his body, and the space centered on him seemed to be incredibly distorted.
Yu Zhesen and Wu Xiaoming did not move, but they found that the distance between them was getting farther and farther.
The entire Tianma Casino is being torn apart, and the ground is being stretched and deformed, forming a bottomless chasm like a movement of the earth's crust.
Wu Xiaoming used space transfer to jump to Yu Zhesen's side, grabbed him and opened the transfer rift again: "This guy is so evil, let's avoid it first!"
Before he finished speaking, the dark purple light on Zhang Wenchuan's body condensed into long whip-like tentacles and struck the two of them fiercely.
Yu Zhesen and Wu Xiaoming jumped into the space transfer rift, but the tentacles also chased in, immediately bringing the phenomenon of space distortion and collapse into Wu Xiaoming's teleportation tunnel.
"Yu Zhesen!" Wu Xiaoming failed to grab Yu Zhesen's hand in the chaos, and the hateful dark purple tentacles also stirred up trouble between the two, forming a purple whirlwind.
Seeing Wu Xiaoming's hand getting further and further away from him, there was a faint flash of golden light in the depths of Yu Zhesen's eyes, and the light particles gathered from an unknown dark corner turned into an exoskeleton armor on his body Platinum Age X.<
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The X-ray formed by the intersection of the golden energy lines on the front of the armor flashes, the supernatural shielding effect is activated, and the pale golden spherical aura that ripples around instantly sweeps away the tentacle storm.
With the help of the armor's power, Yu Zhesen caught Wu Xiaoming's desperately stretched out hand again before the tunnel collapsed, and then the two were squeezed out of the transfer tunnel together.
"My powers suddenly stopped working!" Wu Xiaoming exclaimed as he felt like he was falling at high speed.
"Don't worry, this exoskeleton armor will block all nearby supernatural powers." Yu Zhesen activated the auxiliary floating wings that came with Platinum Age X, slowing down the two people's falling trend.
A few seconds later, he landed in the middle of the road with Wu Xiaoming in his arms.
The oncoming private car braked suddenly and stopped in front of them, and the driver kept blaring the horn angrily.
"You are rushing to the grave!" Knowing that he was in a dream, Wu Xiaoming became more and more unscrupulous.
The driver's retort was drowned out by a loud bang in the air. Countless masonry fragments and cement chips fell from the sky like rain, and people's surprised exclamations came from all directions.
Yu Zhesen and Wu Xiaoming looked up and were shocked to see an advertising airship crash into a building more than a hundred stories high. The explosion produced a dazzling fireball and thick black smoke.
"Isn't that... the Mercury Building?" Wu Xiaoming murmured, "Hey, what day is it today?"
"Don't think about it, it's October 30, Year 52 of the Iron Dome Era." Yu Zhesen said in a deep voice.
"You remember it really accurately." Wu Xiaoming admired it, "I have to think about it in my mind for a while."
Iron Dome Era 52, October 30. Starting with an airship hitting the Mercury Tower, the Adventist sect launched a long-planned terrorist attack on Starship City.
Wu Xiaoming investigated Yu Zhesen's background and also knew that his parents were security bureau commissioners who died in this turmoil.
Although she couldn't see Yu Zhesen's expression at this time through the Platinum Age X armor, she could imagine that it must be very heavy.
"What happened back then must have been very difficult for you," she said sympathetically.
"I was too young at that time and didn't leave very clear memories." Yu Zhesen said with a hint of doubt in his tone, "Whose memory is this dream based on?"
Wu Xiaoming didn't understand his caution and worry, and suggested with the idea of leaving no regrets: "We're here, since it's a dream, why don't we try to make a big fuss?"
"Making a big fuss? What should we do?" Yu Zhesen didn't quite understand her thoughts.
"Fight with the enemy from twenty years ago."
As he spoke, Wu Xiaoming took out his pistol, turned around and fired a shot at the private car that continued to make loudspeaker noise, shattering the rearview mirror on the side of the cab.
The driver who was startled by her finally gave up, but the traffic chaos caused by the terrorist attack caused car horns to sound one after another in all directions, and it was still unclear.
"This dream seems to be getting more and more deviated from Jin Guozheng." Yu Zhesen said worriedly, "Is it the night owl who is causing trouble? We can't join Qihai if this continues."
"I think you should believe Miss Nightmare." Wu Xiaoming put his palm against the armor on his chest and consoled him, "She withstood the pressure of the entire train without your protection. Her strength in the dream was not great.
Must be weaker than you."
Where did her optimism come from? Yu Zhesen was secretly surprised.
The assassination in reality has failed. She and Jin Jianshen may have been caught like herself. She should know what this means.
"That person just now said that we are deadlocks, right?" Wu Xiaoming raised his head and stared at Yu Zhesen.
"So for me, this dream may be the final freedom. I want to try my best to do things that make me happy."
After Wu Xiaoming finished speaking, he laughed at himself, and without giving Yu Zhesen time to think or refuse, he urged: "Let's go, let's go! Let's go find your parents and witness the heroes of this era."
The light particles condensed on her body into the Dark Night Fire Armor, forming a sharp color contrast with Platinum Age X.
"Turn on optical camouflage." Yu Zhesen warned, "Our existence itself is unreasonable, and the same goes for these two armors."
"I know, optical camouflage and friendly signal series connection, so that only we can see each other." Wu Xiaoming completed the above operation with ease.
Yu Zhesen added: "Everyone who sees the exoskeleton armor of the Security Bureau is regarded as an enemy."
"Why is this?"
"The Advent sect has infiltrated the Bureau. When this attack was launched, all the commissioners lost the authority to use the armor. Only the cultists lurking within the Security Bureau can summon the armor."
"This is so unfair." Wu Xiaoming said angrily.
There is never any fairness in a life-and-death struggle.