Of course, it is not the ability to accurately hit the target between dozens of kilometers. To some extent, this is already the ability of a practitioner in the early realm of the Sea. Moreover, the bullet fired by the gun is even more powerful, some like a combination of flying swords and magic weapons.

The sleeves of the sportswear were shattered, and the remaining fabric kept floating, dripping from the mist, just like a middle-aged man walking in the rain without an umbrella.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu was in a bad mood and walked over from the mist.

If anyone notices the details, it will be enough to find that the slight mist of water does not touch his body.

Walking outside the lawn, he looked at the cliff dozens of kilometers away again and saw the man in work clothes.

The man had already gotten up and was squatting on the ground, tidying up his toolbox, thinking that he would leave soon.

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The people who were running stopped and looked at the figure in sportswear, with a look of surprise and confusion on their faces.

The alarm bell was made in the square, and the policeman in a light armour suit ran towards the highway. Several clear white lines could be seen in the distance. They should be the high-speed floating police car of the Police Department.

Jing Jiu walked into the underground passage on the other side of the street and soon disappeared from people's sight and surveillance.

The underground passage is filled with tiny wind flowing everywhere, which is the air change brought by the suspended train.

He did not stand in the transfer room and wait to get on the bus like other people, walk into the power control room, and come to the dark underground passage.

A bright light illuminated his figure and then got closer and closer.

It was a suspended train heading at a speed of 1,400 kilometers per hour.

With a buzzing sound, a gust of wind blew in the passage again.

The wind fell on him, and he turned into a leaf, floating up and disappeared into the darkness ahead.

The terminal of this suspended train is called Chunyuan. It is a high ground closest to the crust mountain range in the city. There are some wooden houses scattered on it. More buildings are hidden underground, all of which are belonged to the government sequence. The sun is blocked by the extremely high cliff walls, and the light is extremely dark, even during the day, it seems to be in the dark.

A wind chime hanging by the window of a wooden house suddenly rang, but there was no passing by.

A few stones rolled down from the loose rock somewhere on the cliff.

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When Jing Jiu walked down the underground passage and took the wind from the suspended train to Haruhara dozens of kilometers away, the man in the work clothes dismantled the gun and carried the tool box to the bicycle elevator dozens of feet away.

The Galaxy Alliance government built countless self-propelled elevators along the crust cliff walls, most of which were used to transport workers to carry out daily maintenance of gravitational field generators. Naturally, it was not clean. The elevators were filled with dust and black oil, and the smell was not very pleasant, and even the smell of alcohol was faintly emitted.

The man in the work cloth stood in the elevator down the highway, thinking about the scene he had seen before, his face turned a little pale, and suddenly he wanted to drink a large bottle of strong wine.

As the most senior expert in the Galaxy Alliance, he has unimaginable calmness and willpower, but he is really about to collapse at this time and seems very unprofessional.

The first thing to do in assassination is to determine the target's death, so when the blue light on the electromagnetic ring disappears, he does not immediately leave the stone, but still stares at the square dozens of kilometers away.

First, the smoke and dust were flying all over the sky, and then the water mist sprayed on the lawn blocked his view.

The next moment he saw the target coming out of the mist, intact, and glanced at himself.

Did you miss the shot?

However, there was no explosion in the square, and the lawn in the mist was still so green and gratifying, and there was no large pit hundreds of meters deep.

——Seven years ago, he saw such a deep pit when he was on a mission on Lanz Star.

What's going on? It's impossible that something happened to my gun.

At this moment, he saw the target's right hand.

The target's sportswear sleeve was damaged and the forearm was exposed.

He thought of some possibility.

He felt this was completely impossible.

How could someone block the high-fire bullets fired from electromagnetic reinforcement guns with bare hands?

A powerful star-level powerhouse like him can fight against the gravity-free universe on the surfaces of those primitive and sinister planets, but he can imagine such a picture at all.

Even the legendary alliance figures in the Shenye Shang Realm could not do such a thing!

What kind of monster is that boy in sportswear?

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The elevator made a slight friction between the well wall, and then a light sound, indicating that it was at the adapter floor.

The man in the work cloth face looked a little better, but beads of sweat poured out.

He raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, carried the tool box out of the elevator, walked through the complex passage, and came to another maintenance communicative well in an extremely familiar way. This elevator leads to Chunyuan's underground maintenance point, where there are three dedicated passages to the underground multi-story world.

He was about to move from there to the seventh level of the world.

No one knew that he had prepared a safe house there three years ago. Because he felt that the mission this time was too weird and the goal was too terrible. For safety reasons, he did not contact his superiors, and he was not even going to return to the team, and planned to hide in that safe house for a year before talking about it.

The elevator door made a slight friction sound and slowly closed.

With a light sound, an arm reached in, blocking the closed elevator door.

The skin of that arm is fair, smooth and perfect.

The sleeves of the sportswear rolled over the arms were just a little torn.

A shock flashed in the eyes of the man in the work cloth, followed by the peace brought by despair.

Even though he was a strong man in the Star Realm, he did not have the courage to fight with the other party at this time.

A monster who can block super-burning bullets with his hands, a monster who can come to him from a square forty kilometers away in such a short time, is not an opponent that humans can resist. Since that is the case, why should he fight with the other party?

Time and opportunity are precious now, and he must kill himself as fast as possible.

While thinking about these things, the man in the work clothes used a little force to mobilize a piece of muscle on his back that he could not use at all, but after long-term targeted training, he could fully master it.

The muscle contracted slightly, and a layer of film planted under the skin shattered, and a very faint biological current began to lead to somewhere.

With a light bang, a small electric spark appeared on his back.

I don’t know what happened, but the circuit under the film actually had a problem.

The electric spark brought a clear stinging pain, but the man in the work cloth felt nothing because he was in extreme shock at this time.

According to the training tutorial, there will be no problem with this suicide method, but it was actually stopped by the other party!

The man in the work cloth pulled out a small firearm similar to a needle tube without hesitation, aimed it at his temple and pressed the button.

There was a dull sound.

He still was not dead.

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Jing Jiu took back his right hand, looked at the milky white bullet between his fingers, and confirmed that it should be made of some kind of composite material.

He looked at the work cloth man and said, "You will die."

The man in the work cloth looked at the picture in front of him, his pupils shrank slightly, but he couldn't speak. At this time, his whole body had become stiff and he could not even move his fingers.

Jing Jiu continued, "But wait a little longer."

After saying this, he put the milky white bullet in the front pocket of his backpack with his back hand, and then his palm fell on the other person's head.

He doesn't know how torture confessions, nor does he want to conquer the other party like he did, nor does he want to use the two-mind communication of Guocheng Temple.

In order to save trouble, he planned to use the soul searching hand of Xuanyin Sect to directly read the person's consciousness.

Some vague information fluctuations entered the brain of the man in the work clothes into his palm, and gradually became clearer and clearer.

Those information fluctuations are initially emotions, such as fear and shock.

The fear and shock remaining in the consciousness of the man in the work clothes quickly turned into despair, and then calm.

Jing Jiu glanced at the man with some surprise.

Then those information waves are more accurate words and numbers.

He saw two words that might be human names, and at the same time he saw more than a dozen numbers in sequence, which might be some way of contact.

Just as he was about to continue searching in depth, the information in the man in the work clothes suddenly disappeared.

A dull sound burst.

The man's head in the work cloth exploded directly.

The entire elevator was filled with blood and brain splattering.

There are also many dyes on the front of Jing Jiu's sportswear, some are red and some are white.

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He didn't expect that the assassin would have the courage to face death, and he didn't expect that when he controlled the other party's mind, the other party could still kill himself.
To be continued...