Chapter eight hundred and eighteen: accurate and fast
Things are all matched.
Just like when you use the infinite ammo plug-in, what you are thinking about is definitely getting a gun.
Two words, indiscriminate killing!
Instead of competing with others on swordsmanship!
When Li Huan opened a plug-in called "The Godfather System of the Entertainment Industry", the future he envisioned was naturally one of himself prospering in the entertainment industry.
I never thought that something like clicking a gun while holding a gun would happen to me.
I never thought about why there are spaceships and zombies riding horses here.
This intrusion is undoubtedly a bit excessive.
Overthrowing all the daily future he imagined, it turned directly into a chaotic war between monsters, monsters, and snakes.
Even the style of painting has changed!
So, after closing your own door.
Li Huan squatted in the corner of the room, his expression full of disbelief and panic:
'Damn it, this time, I didn't even get the right copy!'
at the same time.
Faced with the inquiry he just made.
[Godfather of Entertainment] The system continued to answer calmly.
[I’m sure, this system is designed to make the host the godfather of the entertainment industry, so please work harder. 】
This is a neat answer.
Coupled with the clicking sounds coming from outside the door from time to time.
Li Huan once again felt that his future was uncertain.
'...Brother, your style of painting doesn't quite match the style of painting in this world. Do you have any powerful supernatural abilities that you can support me with?'
[This system belongs to the daily category and does not have those functions. 】
"Pa..."
After patting his forehead hard, Li Huan, whose face turned pale, suddenly felt sad in his heart:
'How can I play if the plug-in can't keep up with the version?'
He originally thought that this time travel was just an easy start.
Facing this sudden nightmare difficulty, I was at a loss.
tears.
Unconsciously, it fell in his heart...
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On a busy street.
Looking at the neatly dressed people around him, Wen Zijian, who was in ragged clothes and looked as if his whole body had been covered in blood, had a look of astonishment on his face.
I didn't realize what happened at all.
Listening to all kinds of horns and advertisements, I felt a little unsteady even with the long sword in my hand.
Just a moment ago, he was in a valley in the martial arts world, being chased and intercepted by a large group of killers from the Qinglong Society.
Now, why did he come to modern society inexplicably?
What does this mean?
What kind of supernatural unfolding is this?
He couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
It was also at this time.
Passers-by around him also discovered his presence.
While there were expressions of confusion on their faces, they also subconsciously took a few steps back.
I feel a little worried.
This is a psychotic person killing someone.
But I also doubt that the other person is a time-traveler who is doing something.
Soon, just three minutes after receiving the call, several police officers wearing exoskeleton armor also came after hearing the news.
Facing Wen Zijian, who had a unique painting style, they quickly confirmed the mission target, raised their guns, and shouted with vigilance:
"That person over there, please tell me your ID number."
Faced with this inquiry, Wen Zijian, who was a little doubtful about life, slowly responded.
ID number?
He did remember it very clearly.
Even after spending more than ten years in the martial arts world.
But he raised his head and looked at the space shuttles flying in the sky, and at the mechanical armor on the policemen not far away...
He thinks so.
That thing may be of no use.
After all, it was obvious that this was not his original world at all.
Is there any reason why ID numbers are universal?
If you say it, it will be regarded as a lie...
Wen Zijian, who had already slapped himself twice to make sure that he was not dreaming, couldn't help but fall into thinking.
'What to do now?'
He didn't know that this world was filled with all kinds of time travellers, so he couldn't help but frown and thought:
'You can't say that you are a time traveler, right?'
‘How can I fake my ID number?’
'After your true identity is discovered, will you be dragged into a laboratory and used as a guinea pig?'
I feel extremely uneasy in my heart...
After thinking about it.
Finally, have an attitude of trying.
He sheathed the long sword.
With a face full of embarrassment, he replied to the policemen:
"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't remember that thing clearly. I'm just a passing cosplay enthusiast."
"..."
Face this nonsense.
The police were also a little unsure about the authenticity.
After thinking about it.
They immediately activated the analysis function on the exoskeleton armor and began to remotely scan Wen Zijian.
soon.
Face the red warning message displayed on the investigation report.
[The red liquid stained on the opponent’s body is human blood!]
Their fingers immediately and instinctively pulled the trigger of the gun in their hands.
This moment.
It comes from the crisis instinct of warriors.
Ling Wen Zijian reacted directly.
Subconsciously, he wanted to pull out the long sword at his waist and use the arrow-breaking style of Dugu Nine Swords, intending to block the opponent's bullets.
And his body, at a speed beyond ordinary people's reactions, quickly bent down and made a surprise attack.
He has never faced a gun.
At this moment, I subconsciously recalled some words I had heard before.
'A spear is quick within seven steps, a sword is quick within seven steps...'
Think of this.
The memory of practicing martial arts diligently for ten years in the world of martial arts also came to his mind.
Plus, my own plug-in, [The Strongest Warrior System]...
'The distance between me and them is less than ten meters, just two steps, half a second is enough.'
For a while.
As the eighth-ranked [Death Sword] in the [Jianghu Weapon List], Wen Zijian was also full of confidence in himself.
After all, large-scale combat is enough.
That is indeed a case of having too much ambition but not enough energy.
But he didn't believe at all that he couldn't even defeat three or five policemen at close range!
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One second later.
Looking at Wen Zijian struggling on the ground like a salted fish in a hot pot after being hit by multiple stun guns.
The policeman leading the team spat with disdain on his face.
"What the hell..."
"Doesn't he know that the exoskeleton armor has plug-ins installed to assist gun shooting?"
"Moreover, who gave him the confidence to use an iron sword to deal with a high-frequency stun gun?"
"Has he always been so brave?"
"Bring it away to me!"
Yes, it's a pity.
Wen Zijian miscalculated.
The exoskeleton armor's automatic aiming function, which responds within microseconds, is accurate and fast within seven steps!
Moreover, the thing in the hands of the police was a high-frequency stun gun.
The sword in his hand conducts electricity.
Soon after.
Accompanied by the piercing sound of the siren, Wen Zijian, whose hands and feet were handcuffed by electromagnetic handcuffs, was pushed into a police car with a face of shame as many passers-by watched, ending his dashing career as a swordsman and successfully entering the detention center.