Chapter 266 Copy? You've been fooled
The dim blue light flickered silently, and the peeper's pupils zoomed in, bringing the distant scene to the eyes, with the details clearly imaged on the retina.
"Interesting, it's not about saving people, it's just about killing people. But if it's about killing people, why wait until the woman is dead before doing it?"
The peeper was full of doubts and could not figure out the hidden connection behind this: "If he wanted to save people, he should have acted in advance. If he just wanted to kill people, wouldn't it be more satisfying to kill two? In this situation, it can't be to punish the sinners, right?"
He simply stopped thinking about it and instead restrained his aura, trying to minimize his presence.
He slowly raised his arm, and a pitch-black index finger stretched out from his sleeve silently, aiming at the back of the target, and a virtual crosshair appeared in the center of his pupil.
"Calculate the target's trajectory, shoot after three seconds, and the chance of hitting is 97%!"
The cold calculation prompt sound echoed in his cochlea. He held his breath and began to count down in his heart.
He counted silently: "Three."
Feng Mu stood firmly, stepping lightly on the drunk's shadow. Suddenly, he stretched out his arm, and his palm turned into a sharp claw, which pierced through the drunk's back as easily as piercing a piece of tofu.
"two!"
Feng Mu withdrew his hand and opened his palm to reveal a bloody heart. The heart was still beating and blood was splattering.
The drunk's fists dropped limply, and his body fell backwards due to inertia, falling headfirst into the trash can, face to face with the female corpse inside.
"one!"
The iron lid of the trash can fell with a clang. Feng Mu lowered his head and stared at the heart in his hand, lost in thought.
Behind his back, dark fingers peeled the skin like an onion, revealing a cold gun hole and a silver bullet shot out.
"Siu——"
The peeper made a whistle shape with his lips, but no sound came out. He just dubbed it in his mind. A look of joy appeared on his face, as if he had predicted the wonderful scene of the target being shot and falling to the ground in the next second.
[…You absorbed the resentment of the dead, and the evil iron stored in your body was slightly digested.] [You are peeking into a fresh heart!] [You glimpsed an ability that has not yet dissipated from this heart.] [Alcoholism lv3: Your resistance to alcohol +12, you are not easily anesthetized by alcohol.] [Do you want to copy?] "Copy!"
Feng Mu mastered the use of the [Blood Bar Weird Eyes] level 2 skill with just one attempt, although he did not get the surprising "big prize" on his first copy, it was just a seemingly useless ability.
But since the drunkard had already paid for him, Feng Mu couldn't bear to refuse the drunkard's last gift.
A row of copy skill bars appeared on the system panel: Alcoholism level 3. The next moment, the system panel suddenly closed, and a row of red exclamation marks flashed - [You were attacked!!!].
Feng Mu's pupils suddenly contracted, and the muscles in his back tensed up due to stress. Then, a layer of lumpy bones, like ancient armor, surged out from under his back skin.
With a teeth-grinding friction sound, the broken foreign object was squeezed out and fell to the ground. It was a broken silver bullet.
Feng Mu immediately turned around and reached his left hand to touch his back, and a tiny needle was pulled out with a few drops of transparent anesthetic liquid hanging on the tip of the needle.
He threw the needle away casually and clenched his right hand suddenly. The heart that had been petrified at some point was crushed to pieces by this powerful force.
Crushed lime flew out from between his fingers and drifted with the wind towards the right eye that was flashing blue light in the distance.
Lan Guang's right eye shrank, and the smile on his face froze suddenly before it could fade away. His dynamic vision quickly captured a string of white irregular bullets, which pierced through the scattered lime and swirled out several straight gray marks.
The peeper suddenly shrank his head away, leaving a cut on his cheek.
He quickly zoomed in on the details of the scene he captured - several oddly shaped bones embedded in the wall.
The peeper's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but screamed: "Phalanges? You also had a transformation implant?! No, the intelligence data doesn't say..."
The peeper's exclamation was interrupted, he looked up suddenly, his right eye flashed blue light rapidly, and he saw a figure suddenly rising and moving from dozens of meters away.
In an instant, a string of illusory human figures appeared. At first glance, it seemed that there were more than a dozen figures, who suddenly stood up at the same time and rushed towards him one after another.
Fast! Not the kind of light fast, but a violent and incomparable rush. The concrete ground was crushed by the stomping, like waves swept up by the wind, following the figures who were indistinguishable in number.
Feng Mu exerted all his strength. With more than 24 points of strength and the limit-breaking Soul-Chasing Step, he was able to outrun a dozen violent evil ghosts and kill man-eaters with terrifying momentum.
The peeper stared hard, and the electronic eye slowed down again and again, and finally he could barely catch a clear and white overlap, which was the strange bone armor raised high on the man's back.
"The fourth figure is real!"
The electronic eye was running so fast that it was almost smoking. The virtual frame that was capturing back and forth finally locked the focus firmly on one of the figures.
The peeper suddenly raised his arms and crossed them in front of his chest, and shouted hurriedly: "Misunderstanding!"
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Boom! The air exploded, and the huge force caused the air to vibrate with visible ripples, and the air flow whistled like a knife cutting the face of the sneak attacker.
The cut on his face was torn open, revealing the twitching red flesh inside.
Crunch——
With a strange collision sound, the peeper's feet sank into the concrete floor, and his body seemed to be hit by a dump truck. He moved backwards inch by inch, and his feet plowed two deep grooves on the ground.
"I told you it was a misunderstanding!"
The peeper gasped, and he suddenly pulled out his right foot. The moment his trouser leg hit the ground, it was torn apart, revealing his bloody ankle. He kicked it upwards at an extremely tricky angle, and the stretched tip of his shoe poked Feng Mu's chin.
The poisonous dragon stabbed! The air made a hissing sound when it was stabbed.
However, Feng Mu was not moved at all. He didn't even respond a word from beginning to end.
There was only a darkness in his eyes that penetrated deep into his bones. It was this silent coldness that made the peeper feel cold in his heart.
Feng Mu tilted his head to the side and reached back with his right hand, and a crane cry was heard in the air.
His five fingers were bent into hooks, and the hideous finger bones pierced the flesh. The entire palm seemed to have extended more than twice as long in an instant, and he was the first to grab the poking toes.
"It's definitely an implant modification. You can't be a drug..."
The peeper cursed in his heart, thinking that the intelligence was seriously wrong. When his toes were grabbed, half of his foot suddenly cracked, and his shoes were blown apart, shooting out a rotating steel drill.
Poison dragon poke? ! ! Wrong, wrong, wrong! Traditional martial arts have not kept up with the times. Now it's electric drill and poison dragon poke! The peeper twisted his mouth and revealed a ferocious smile: "Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Ha, you've been fooled, go to hell--"
(End of this chapter)
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