Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 240 NO.00ef: Alice in Wonderland (Part 1)

Fixed targets are always easier to shoot than moving targets.

Unless the opponent is so close that he is face to face with him, Jim is not sure that he can shoot the cyber madman who can dodge at high speed.

However, he was not prepared to risk his life at such a critical moment - the mortality rate of doing so was as high as over 40%. Jim had no intention of just squandering the life he had finally recovered through the Janus program.

Based on the cyber madman's representation and analysis of his action intentions, the opponent's mode of rushing towards Donata at this moment was not to "kill" but to "take away" - exactly the opposite of the intention shown by the opponent when he looked at him before.

It is not difficult to guess what kind of commands the cyber madman had been given before this.

Sure enough, that bastard Anthony had no intention of letting him go back alive...

Jim thought.

But in this way, he only needs to calculate the advance time for the opponent to rush in front of Donata, and shoot at her to increase his hit rate with a great probability - although he cannot be 100% sure, Jim is betting on that game. Madman Bo will block this bullet for his current goal.

This is a judgment based on his behavioral patterns.

What if he didn't take the bullet?

In the flash of lightning, Jim couldn't help but ask himself.

Then there is no such thing...

Without even a 0.01 second of hesitation, he directly aimed at Donata and pulled the trigger.

"biu!"

There was another ridiculously small gunshot, and the second subsonic dart loaded in the "Persuader" was fired.

As the goal of the opponent's trip, the destination that is destined to be reached - Donata, who is still in a daze at this moment, is an excellent fixed target.

If Jim wants to target her, he doesn't even need to use up much of the computing resources of the plug-in implanted in his brain.

Gunshots rang out and bullets flew out.

For ordinary people who have not undergone tactical prosthetic transformation, it is impossible to tell the difference between subsonic bullets and ordinary bullets at short to medium distances - anyway, people fall to the ground with a flash of fire.

However, for a cybermaniac whose blood vessels are filled with adrenaline at this moment, his reflexes are so fast that he can clearly see the trajectory of the mosquito's wings. The sound of gunshots that echoed before the bullets was the best early warning signal.

In his eyes, the trajectory of the bullet was slowly and laboriously following the subtle gunshot, flying towards the target of his trip.

The red bullet reflected in his eyes was almost motionless, but at this moment he could only show indifference.

There was no hesitation, panic, harshness, calmness, etc. This was not because the neural circuits in his brain that generated those emotions were disabled. In fact, they are running almost "overloaded" at this moment, coordinating the movements of every organ in the body.

However, above those feedback loops, there is a lack of a being called "self-awareness" as a coordinator to give those feedback loops emotional "meaning".

Mr. Jin, or rather, the existence that used to be Mr. Jin, could no longer piece together a complete self-awareness in his rampant brain.

But without the intervention of self-awareness, it does not mean that they are unable to act - think of those who are sleepwalking. They can even work normally or talk to others in their sleep, and it may take a long time for others to notice the clues.

In fact, many times we simply consider survival. The self-awareness that has the highest control over the body often plays the role of a fat-headed, arbitrary bureaucrat.

For example, those misers who try to pack their belongings when they encounter a fire; those soldiers who die because of a moment of hesitation when facing child soldiers; and modern urbanites who choose to commit suicide for some value that has nothing to do with survival.

Although we have the highest control over our bodies, human self-awareness will overcome instinct and lead us into the valley of death - poets call it romance, while philosophers regard it as a sign of human dignity. location.

However, Mr. Jin will not be like this - without the constraints of self-awareness, all his emotions are reduced to feedback loops used to accomplish goals. He is like those athletes who enter the "zone" state and completely forget themselves.

Even without any upgrade adjustments, he can still easily complete actions that would be unbelievable to ordinary people.

Moreover, at this moment, he was born to achieve his goal. Everything except the goal is a bargaining chip that can be discarded.

He is indeed a madman, but after losing the shackles of self-awareness, he is a much more rational madman than a normal person.

The appendages on his back and waist increased the power of bending and accumulating energy - the ejection force that could tear apart a security robot in an instant, dragging his whole body into an afterimage and rushing over, blocking the shot. On the trajectory of a subsonic bullet.

"laugh!"

Great! I hit!

Jim thought as he heard the sound of a hit coming from the target location.

However, when he looked over carefully, Mr. Jin, who had clearly been "shot", was still standing in front of Donata - the drag marks left by his appendages when he braked suddenly were still showing. Green smoke. The opponent's arms were crossed in front of his chest, and their overlap blocked the bullet just right.

How is this done so accurately?

Jim was secretly frightened - the other party was not an adjuster, and the control of the prosthetic body should not be able to be so accurate.

"Lao Jin, you are finally here, Miss..."

The two classic coffee gang bodyguards who were trying to drag Donata away said with relief when they saw Mr. Jin suddenly flashing in front of them.

Then, their two heads rolled to the ground after two cold lights flashed.

Donata's first and last scream began as blood splattered her face.

"ah--"

The screams stopped suddenly, and Mr. Jin knocked her unconscious with a precise hand knife.

After controlling the first target, it should be my turn next...

Looking at the cybermaniac who showed no sign of wavering after being shot, Jim thought to himself.

Jim doesn't even raise his gun or turn around and run - because there's no point.

Therefore, he faced the killing machine rushing toward him. He stood there motionless, as if he had given up on himself.

He even held his breath to prevent his body from rising slightly.

He gave up all resistance.

If we were to simply compare performance, the relationship between Jim and the heavily modified gangster opposite him was like a human being and a dump truck - whether it was comparing speed or comparing who was more stubborn, it was a purely suicidal act.

The other party who suffered a cyberpsychotic attack was an out-of-control dump truck.

The distance between the two was instantly shortened, and Jim's dynamic vision was not even able to capture the other person at a closer distance. The moment the man rushed in front of him, he stabbed Jim from four different directions with sharp appendages carrying the kinetic energy of his sprint.

This was a calculated attack that absolutely blocked the escape route. No matter which direction Jim dodges, his various vital points are inevitably destroyed.

And if he didn't dodge, it meant that those four vital points would be destroyed.

This is how it should be.

But in fact, the four appendages were attached to Jim's body and penetrated the wall behind him.

If Mr. Jin still had a personality, he would be very confused at this moment - facing such a large fixed target, how could he hit the wrong place?

But now he won't.

Without a moment's confusion, he pulled out his appendage, corrected the path, and continued to impale Jim.

But this time, he reached even further.

"Don't waste your efforts, you'll never get it."

Jim stood there, looking at the other person and said.

I don’t know if the other party can understand.

At this moment, he activated his depth 2 adjustment and transformation [Lyre], and used the nanomachine that he had previously injected into the opponent's body with bullets to play a movement that plunged him into a dreamy wonderland - the pulses he emitted disturbed everything in the opponent's eyes. See the cable between seeing and understanding.

Cognitive misalignment.

The reason why subsonic soft-tipped bullets were used previously was to prevent the nanomachines in the warheads from being damaged by impact.

At this time, Mr. Jin would not hesitate because of his words. He pulled out the appendage again, intending to correct the landing point and continue trying.

This time, however, he stopped.

The target in front of him at this moment, the target named Jim Leiter, was more than ten times bigger than before.

Facing an opponent that was more than ten times bigger than himself, his body instinctively fell into a frozen state.

"Let me think about it...the name of this bottle of medicine should be 'Drink Me'?" (Note*)

Jim, who had completely become a giant in the eyes of Mr. Jin, said thoughtfully.

Note: Drink Me: The label on the potion that makes Alice smaller in "Alice in Wonderland".