Hitting the target from dozens of miles away didn't depend on aiming with human eyes. To some extent, this was the ability of a Cultivation practitioner in the initial stage of the Broken Sea State. And the bullet fired from that gun was even more powerful, like a combination of a flying sword and a magic treasure.
The sleeves of the tracksuit were shattered, and the remaining fabric was fluttering in the air, drenched by the mist. It looked like a middle-aged man walking in the rain without an umbrella.
Seeing this scene, Jing Jiu's mood grew worse, and he walked through the watery fog.
If someone had paid attention to the details, they would have found that none of the mist touched his body.
Walking out of the lawn, he looked at the cliff dozens of miles away again, and saw the man in overalls.
The man had already stood up, squatting on the ground to pack up his toolbox. It seemed that he would leave soon.
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The fleeing people stopped and looked at the figure in the tracksuit, their faces full of surprise and confusion.
The alarm in the square was ringing, and policemen in light armor were running toward them at a high speed. A few white lines could be seen clearly in the distance, which should be the high-speed hover police cars of the police department.
Jing Jiu walked toward the underground passage on the other side of the street, and soon disappeared from the people's sight and the surveillance cameras.
There were tiny air currents everywhere in the underground passage, which were caused by the change in the air caused by the hover train.
He didn't stand in the transfer booth and wait to get on the train like the other people. He walked into the power control room and came to the dark underground passage.
A bright light illuminated his figure, and then he got closer and closer.
It was a hover train traveling 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 in the air and disappearing into the darkness ahead.
The final destination of this hover train was called Chunyuan, a highland closest to the mountain range of the earth's crust in the city. A few wooden houses were built here and there, and more buildings were hidden underground, all of which belonged to the government. The sun was blocked by the high cliffs, and the light was extremely dim. Even though it was daytime, it still looked like nighttime.
The wind chime hanging by the window of a small wooden house suddenly rang, but nobody could be seen passing by.
A few stones rolled down from a loose rock on the cliff.
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When Jing Jiu walked down the underground tunnel and rode the wind of the maglev train to Chunyuan, which was dozens of kilometers away, the man in overalls finally finished disassembling the gun. He carried the toolbox and walked to the self-propelled elevator that was dozens of meters away.
The government of the Federation of the Milky Way had built a great many automatic elevators along the cliffs of the earth's crust, most of which were used to transport the workers for the daily maintenance of the generators of the gravitational field. Of course, the elevators were not clean. Dust and black oil stains were everywhere in the elevators, and the smell was not pleasant, either. There was even a hint of alcohol in them.
The man in overalls stood in the elevator, thinking about what he had seen earlier. His face turned pale, and he suddenly felt like drinking a big bottle of hard liquor.
As the most advanced specialist in the Federation of the Milky Way, he possessed an unimaginable calmness and willpower; but he was on the verge of collapse at the moment, which was quite unprofessional.
The first thing to do in an assassination was to make sure that the target was dead. Therefore, when the blue light on the electromagnetic ring disappeared, he did not immediately leave the stone. Instead, he continued to stare at the square dozens of kilometers away.
First, it was the dust that filled the sky, and then the mist that sprayed from the lawn. Both of them blocked his view.
The next moment, he saw the target walk out of the mist, unscathed, and look at him.
Did he miss the target?
However, no explosion took place in the square. The lawn in the mist was still as green and pleasant as before, and no large pit as deep as hundreds of meters had appeared.
He had seen such a deep pit with his own eyes when he carried out a mission on the Lanzi Planet seven years ago.
What was going on here? It was impossible that his gun had malfunctioned.
It was then that he saw the target's right hand.
The sleeves of the target's tracksuit were damaged, exposing his forearm.
He thought of a possibility.
He thought it was impossible.
How could someone block a high-explosive bullet fired from an electromagnetic gun bare-handed?
As a swordsman in the State of Stars, he could fight on the surface of those primitive and treacherous planets and in the universe without gravity; but he could never imagine such a scene.
Even the important figures of the Federation in the upper state of the Sunken Night couldn't achieve such a feat.
What kind of monster was that youth in the tracksuit?
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The elevator gave off a faint sound of friction against the wall of the shaft, and then a clicking sound, indicating that it had arrived at the connecting floor.
The man in the overalls looked a little better, but beads of sweat were gushing out.
He lifted his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and walked out of the elevator with his toolbox. He passed through a complicated passage and arrived at another maintenance shaft with great familiarity. Then, he entered another elevator. This elevator led to the underground maintenance point in the Chunyuan, where there were three special passages leading to the many levels of the underground world.
He was ready to go to the seventh level from there.
Nobody knew that he had prepared a safe house there three years ago. Because he felt that this mission was too strange and the target was too terrifying, he didn't contact his superiors for safety reasons. He didn't even plan to return to the team. He planned to hide in that safe house for a year.
The elevator door closed slowly with a faint sound of friction.
With a soft click, an arm reached in and blocked the closing elevator door.
The arm was fair, smooth and perfect.
But the sleeves of the tracksuit above the arm were a little ragged.
A trace of shock flashed in the eyes of the man in the overalls, followed by a sense of calmness brought by despair.
Even though he was an expert in the Star State, he didn't have the courage to fight the enemy.
A monster who could block a super-incendiary bullet with his hand, and a monster who could arrive in front of him from a square forty kilometers away in such a short time, was not an opponent that a human being could resist. In that case, why should he fight the enemy?
Time and opportunity were precious. He had to kill himself as soon as possible.
While thinking of these things, the man in the overalls exerted a bit of force to mobilize a muscle on his back that he didn't usually use but had mastered after a long period of targeted training.
The muscle contracted slightly, and a thin membrane under his skin was broken. A weak bioelectric current began to flow somewhere.
There was a soft pop, and a small electric spark appeared on his back.
He didn't know what had happened, but there was something wrong with the circuit under the membrane.
The electric spark brought him a sharp pain, but the man in the overalls didn't feel it at all, because he was in a state of extreme shock.
According to the training manual, this way of suicide was absolutely safe, but it was stopped by the enemy!
The man in the overalls took out a small gun that looked like a needle without hesitation, aimed it at his temple, and pressed the button.
Then, there was a muffled sound.
He was still alive.
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Jing Jiu pulled back his right hand and looked at the milky-white bullet between his fingers, confirming that it should be made of some kind of composite material.
He looked at the man in the overalls and said, "You will die."
The man in the overalls looked at the scene in front of him, and his pupils constricted slightly, but he couldn't say anything. At this moment, his whole body had become stiff, and he couldn't even move his fingers.
Jing Jiu continued, "But it will take a while."
After saying this, he put the milky-white bullet into the front pocket of his backpack, and then his palm landed on the top of the man's head.
He didn't want to extort a confession by torture, and he didn't want to subdue the man like he did with Ah Da. He also didn't want to use the Two-Mind Connection of the Guocheng Temple.
In order to save trouble, he planned to use the Xuanyin Sect's Soul-Searching Hand to directly read the man's consciousness.
Some faintly discernible information waves entered his palm from the man's brain, gradually becoming clearer and clearer.
Those information waves were initially emotions, such as fear and shock.
The remaining fear and shock in the man's consciousness quickly turned into despair, and then into calmness.
Jing Jiu glanced at the man in surprise.
Then, those information waves were the more accurate words and numbers.
Jing Jiu saw two words that might be a person's name and a dozen disordered numbers, which might be a way to communicate with each other.
As Jing Jiu was about to search deeper, the information in the man's consciousness suddenly disappeared.
There was a muffled sound.
The head of the man in the overalls exploded.
The fresh blood and brain matter splashed all over the elevator.
The front part of Jing Jiu's tracksuit was also dyed with blood, some red and some white.
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Jing Jiu didn't expect this assassin to have the courage to face death head-on, and he didn't expect this assassin to explode his own head even though his mind was under his control.
Seeing the stains all over the elevator and the brain matter on his body, Jing Jiu felt a bit upset. Then, he thought of some information he had read in the hidden network.
Some special departments of the military of the Federation of the Milky Way would implant a miniature device in the brain of their members in advance, because they were worried that their members' brains would be invaded by the enemies to collect intelligence after they were captured, and they were even more worried that the consciousness of the monsters of the Sea of Dark Matter would be invaded. The device could monitor the brainwaves of the members. Once the brain waves were found to be in a downward state and the consciousness without an identification code was detected, the device would be activated automatically.
The so-called activation was, in fact, an explosion.
Was he a member of the military of the Federation of the Federation?
Looking at the headless corpse leaning against the wall of the elevator, Jing Jiu scanned it with his eyes quickly, picked up the toolbox and left the elevator.
The moment the door of the elevator was closed, Jing Jiu flicked his finger and tossed a sword fire into the elevator.
Boom!!! The whole elevator was ablaze. In a short time, the corpse of the man in the overalls, the bloodstains and the brain matter had all been burned to ashes.
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There was a large body of water in the suburb of Shou 'er City.
The water was deep and exuded a bluish hue, reflecting the starlight in the night. The water was as black as ink, and it looked like a pot of red soup in the early morning and evening.
This body of water was called the Caspian Sea. In fact, it was a lake left behind when the planet was remodeled.
Many wild reeds grew in a remote corner of the Caspian Sea. They were taller than a human being, so they could block the view from the outside world.
As the splashing sound of water rang out, Jing Jiu stood up in the lake. The lake water poured down from his smooth skin, glittering with a golden glow, looking like the lava.
He took a bath in the lake. The reason he didn't use the sword fire was because of his mentality.
It was the same as when Zhao Layue took a bath in the lake before she made the decision to go back to Aoyama at the Three-Thousand Nunnery.
It was quiet among the wild reeds, devoid of birds chirping.
Thinking of the fat pigeons on the lawn in the square, Jing Jiu found that the biggest difference between this world and Chaotian was that there were fewer kinds of life forms in this world.
As the sword wills turned slightly, the remaining lake water turned into fog and dispersed with the wind, leaving nothing but a dry patch.
Jing Jiu opened his backpack and took out a blue tracksuit and put it on. Smelling the faint scent of the cleaning agent, he nodded satisfactorily.
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