Chapter 60 Attacking another mountain by mistake (10)
After using [Anger] to boost her power, the remaining usable status effects on her are [Pride], [Greed], [Lust], and [Envy].
Using [Greed], sacrificing other senses, and focusing all power on the hand holding the knife, one can indeed defeat the opponent in that instant.
But it is precisely at times like these that she cannot give up her perception of the outside world.
There were two superhumans present. If she showed any weakness, she would be courting death.
She has already used [Lust] on Rennagi, and the condition she transferred, [Jealousy], has also been added to him, so it cannot be used for the time being.
Now that Prometheus has launched another attack on her, Rennagi has lost some of her usefulness.
He cannot lie in a state of submission, which means that what he knows is not the core of Prometheus.
Shu Ningmiao decided to give up on Lian Nagi.
In her judgment, Rennagi no longer had any value to be used.
If you stop using [Lust] on Rennagi, you can continue to steal her abilities.
This is the only potentially useful superpower she possesses right now.
The 48-hour cooldown period for [Jealousy] has passed, and she deliberately left a gap for [Jealousy] to be converted, just in case something unexpected happens.
But what kind of superpower might be useful to her right now?
The superpowers she had previously stolen flashed through her mind—light, neural connections… and there were also some superpowers whose conditions she knew but had not yet tried to steal, such as Lin Chuiyun’s ice control, Sister Liang’s fog control, and so on.
To be honest, none of these superpowers are particularly strong in combat at present.
What she needs now is not to overcome the opponent's ability to create a vacuum in space, but simply to change the direction of the bullets being fired.
A stalemate can be completely disrupted by even the smallest change.
The bullet arrived almost instantly, so close that she could feel the air around her face ripple and her skin tighten.
She didn't let go or give up, and it seemed she had no chance of dodging the bullets.
Even the fastest person cannot react in such a short distance to dodge.
This is exactly the distance she wants.
A distance from which there is no longer any way to avoid it.
When Shu Ningmiao's gaze fell on the middle-aged man opposite her, she suddenly gave him a very friendly smile.
She pressed the tip of her tongue against the gap behind her teeth and whistled a soft, long whistle. The subtle high and low tones sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet night, making one's nerves clench.
The man frowned, wary of what tricks she was up to, but what she was playing wasn't even a song; it was just some incoherent tunes, and even a bit too casual and unpleasant to listen to.
But the next instant, his pupils contracted sharply due to the change in his vision.
The bullet, which was inches away, was deflected by a faint beam of light.
The light was too weak; even when it collided with the bullet, it did not stop the bullet's forward airflow.
However, the bullet deviated by less than a finger's width after the collision.
This almost negligible distance and the slight deviation in direction had vastly different meanings for him.
Because there was only a tiny bit of distance between Shu Ningmiao and him!
The bullets were heading in his direction.
Just then, Shu Ningmiao suddenly tensed her wrist and thrust upwards. The dagger in the man's hand slipped out of his grasp due to his distraction, flew several meters, hit a pile of stones by the roadside, bounced off, and fell to the ground with a buzzing, vibrating friction sound.
In his desperation, the man leaned back with all his might, barely managing to dodge a bullet.
The other two bullets either pierced his shoulder or punched a bloody hole in his palm as he tried to grab the dagger again.
With these two injuries, Shu Ningmiao, who was originally locked in a stalemate with him, easily gained the upper hand.
Without hesitation, Shu Ningmiao turned around and used the momentum to strike the man's chest with her elbow. With a slight slash of the knife in her other hand, she immediately severed the man's throat.
With a crisp cracking sound of sternum breaking, Shu Ningmiao delivered a fatal blow to the throat. The man's scream had barely escaped his lips before it faded away.
Blood gushed out, and the man fell off the roof of the car, his head landing headfirst on the car body.
Shu Ningmiao stood on the roof of the car, looking down at the fallen corpse.
Among many choices, she stole a power she had never intended to steal before.
What she stole was Shi Yu's special ability, "Colorful Melody," which can transform the musical notes played into controllable power to provide support and buffs to teammates, or directly transform them into musical notes to attack enemies.
Due to limitations, even the original owner of a superpower may not be able to unleash its full power.
But what Shu Ningmiao wanted wasn't power; she wanted a small pebble that could change the situation.
It doesn't matter how badly she plays, or how weak the notes are; even a gust of wind is fine.
She and the man were so close that all it took was a slight change—a slight change in direction—to completely overturn their situation.
In less than a minute, the situation had changed several times. The driver was still unaware of what had happened and thought he had hit the other party. He felt both relieved and, for some reason, broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't have time to think too much and kept urging Shu Ningmiao to get in the car and leave quickly.
Shu Ningmiao ignored him, squatted down, and used the roof, which was almost completely damaged in the fight, to observe the interior of the carriage.
There was no one in the front or back seats. She turned on the flashlight on her terminal and looked under the seats, but there was no sign of anyone there.
She forced the car to stop.
They hadn't originally planned to make a move here, so they couldn't have laid an ambush beforehand.
She hasn't seen anyone else get out of the car since it was parked.
Where is the second superhuman hiding?
The fact that this person can change the direction of the bullet means that they are in a position where they can see both her and the bullet.
On such a dark street, you can't see anything at all after just a few meters away. Excluding the possibility of long-range superpowers, this person is still nearby.
The driver trembled with fear and kept shouting at her, "Hurry up, grandma, what are you looking for? There's no one else here. If you don't leave now, we'll be in trouble... I don't know whether the Self-Defense Forces or these reinforcements will arrive first."
If only there was no one else around, Shu Ningmiao narrowed her eyelashes slightly and jumped out of the car.
The driver breathed a sigh of relief and waved repeatedly.
She hadn't walked more than a few steps when she suddenly turned back to the back of the car and reached out to hold the trunk door.
The trunk door, locked by the intelligent system, was exceptionally sturdy. Shu Ning exerted force with her hands and ripped it open with a loud thud, scrutinizing the scene inside.
Since there's nothing left in the passenger compartment, that leaves only the trunk.
In typical Pinheismann vehicles, the trunk space is absolutely insufficient for an adult to lie down.
With this question in mind, Shu Ningmiao pretended to leave, then suddenly returned and ripped off the safety lock.
The space is cramped, no different from a regular trunk; even if an adult folds up head to tail, they can't squeeze in.
There was nothing else inside, just a boy who looked about six or seven years old, curled up inside. Shu Ning leaned over the trunk door, looking down at him. The boy felt her gaze and became even more timid.
Shu Ningmiao grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him up.
The boy had a round face and was dressed similarly to the middle-aged man. He looked somewhat sloppy, with wrinkled skin and tears of fear in his eyes.
The driver jogged over. He had a family and children, and seeing the situation, he felt a pang of pity: "It has nothing to do with the children. He might have been kidnapped as well. Why don't you release him, or let the Self-Defense Forces handle it?"
Seeing this, the boy quickly spoke up, his voice hoarse for his age: "I don't know, they forced me to do it... If I don't do it, they will kill me. Thank you, thank you sister, please let me go."
The driver sighed, patted the boy's head, and glanced tentatively at Shu Ningmiao. The boy clung tightly to the driver, refusing to let go, his slender arms and body trembling.
Shu Ningmiao showed no reaction, coldly raising her hand and thrusting the knife tip toward the boy's neck.
Just as it was about to pierce the flesh, the knife tip hovered a few centimeters from the back of the boy's neck, as if it were being obstructed by something.
Shu Ningmiao stopped what she was doing and slowly withdrew the knife: "Your special ability is vacuum, which allows you to create a vacuum space where everything is solidified, right?"
The little boy trembled and clung tightly to the driver without saying a word.
The driver didn't dare to speak loudly in front of Shu Ningmiao, trembling with fear. The two of them hugged each other like two frightened quails.
"First of all, your ability develops very slowly and has a small range."
Shu Ning flicked the scabbard with her fingertip: "Secondly, the space that has already been formed cannot be controlled to move, so it is not real-time."
Such a superpower requires observation, preparation, and ample time to utilize. Through the gap between the trunk and the back seat, one can clearly observe the view outside the windshield directly in front.
So the boy hid in the trunk from the beginning and never intended to show himself.
If the "vacuum" formed is materialized, there are only two things he can do: either create cubes in a designated place.
Or it's like turning a tiny grain of gold into gold leaf, continuously stretching the "vacuum" into a thin plane, covering the human body, and concealing the body's life information under the vacuum.
The vacuum created is fixed; once a person moves, this vacuum cannot be maintained.
Suddenly, Shu Ningmiao grabbed the boy by the neck and dragged him away from the driver. Caught off guard, the knife in her hand pierced the boy's heart from behind, the tip of the knife protruding from his chest.
She slowly released her grip, pulled out the knife tip, and the boy, eyes wide open, slid slowly to the ground without even a chance to struggle.
The driver stared at her in disbelief.
Shu Ningmiao calmly wiped the blood off her hands, took out her terminal, and took pictures of the faces of the two corpses: "Let's go."
The driver stood there, dumbfounded, as if in a daze: "That was just a child, how could you kill him?"
This is a new place, there are no laws, and there is no better place to dispose of the bodies. If she doesn't kill them, is she going to let them go back and call for help?
If it weren't for the difficulty of explaining to the Yangsong Church, Shu Ningmiao would have preferred to leave the driver here as well.
"He is a superhuman." Shu Ningmiao said coldly.
"Even if he's a superhuman," the driver said dejectedly, "he's still just a child, only six or seven years old. What could he possibly know? If someone properly taught him..."
Shu Ningmiao, too lazy to listen to what he was muttering, pointed to the sun's apex and asked, "How old was the spark at the beginning?"
The driver suddenly realized what he was doing and his expression froze: "He's a dwarf?"
The spark only begins at age fifteen, and it takes several years for the spark to awaken superpowers. The youngest superpowered individual is fifteen years old, so how could they be only seven or eight?
In the moment just now, he didn't think much about it, and it was also dark so he couldn't see very clearly.
The driver, suppressing his fear, leaned closer to the body and took a look. The boy's skin really didn't look like that of a normal-aged child; there were even some wrinkles in some places.
Shu Ningmiao had already turned around and gotten into the car. Shi Yu sat in the original seat, gently closing his eyes, not curious about the commotion outside.
When Shu Ningmiao came up, he opened his eyes slightly, revealing gentle gray pupils.
Shu Ningmiao was not surprised by this; she had seen Shi Yu's gentle, almost mask-like demeanor for over a decade.
He was abnormal to begin with, so this is normal.
"You're injured." Shi Yu lowered his eyelashes as he looked at her hand, which had been cut by glass.
Besides the cut from the glass, there were also some scratches of varying sizes.
She doesn't even remember how these wounds appeared.
A few months ago, if she had a small cut on her hand, the maid would make a big fuss and bandage it up like a dumpling.
Lying in the car now, she didn't even have the desire to get bandaged.
Only now could she understand why Yelü Qi didn't take the student's minor injury seriously.
In close combat, it's impossible to avoid getting hurt. Minor injuries heal quickly, but major injuries are useless to treat yourself. None of that matters.
The important thing is that she won.
Shi Yu remained uninvolved, and the driver's actions only made things worse, but she didn't hold it against him, because she had never expected anyone to help her in the first place.
Shi Yu grabbed the fingertips of one of her hands: "I'll bandage it for you."
Shu Ningmiao spread her hands, letting him find the disinfectant and bandages, then suddenly withdrew her hands.
She took out her terminal and opened her inbox: "I'm going to reply to a message."
The new message was sent half an hour ago; she had just glanced at it briefly and hadn't seen the content yet.
Shi Yu put down the cotton swab in her hand, watched her open the terminal, and suddenly said, "It's Shu Changyan, he just called me."
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