Cyber Heroes

Borshu stood in front of the crossroads, mentally tense.

It is said that in the era when large animals still existed, there were some predators with good endurance. They would use the advantage of the group to constantly harass and weaken the prey.

For him, every intersection is dangerous.

However, you can't stay too long.

It was his luck that the family was wiped out before when two families of unprotected people were killed. He couldn't guarantee that he would have this kind of luck next time. So does the government. The government will also look for him to prevent him from causing mass casualties. Staying on the road for too long can easily attract attention.

Borshu pulled the girl and walked forward. He tried to stay close to crowded places.

Wuzu strictly prohibited assassinations from affecting innocent civilians. If there were passers-by in the middle of the sniper path, the assassin would avoid shooting.

But this is only a slight covering. The height of Borshu's prosthetic body is higher than that of ordinary civilians. If he is from a high position, his head will still be within the opponent's sniper range.

One step...two steps...

Borshu's nerves were tense and his prosthetic eyes searched around.

No fire, no bullets.

He continued walking until he reached the sign of a sugar gum shop.

This position can block the distant view and allow you to breathe a little easier.

Borshu glanced at the girl next to him. This guy is obviously a person with a low or no transformation rate, retaining a complete sense of taste.

——Maybe it’s a good reason to stay here...

The thought flashed through his mind, and he was about to turn this guy around to take a look at those concentrated sugar gums.

But at this moment, the sign's light went out.

At the same time, an explosion-like sound came.

The girl was thrown to the ground and let out a scream.

The people around him couldn't help but look here. "Signboard" is a rare luxury decoration in this era, not to mention the one with neon lights. And the movement was indeed extraordinary.

From further afield, people who thought there was something exciting to watch came one after another. The people at the back pushed the people in front, and the force was transmitted layer by layer. The people in the front originally wanted to retreat, but they were squeezed forward by the guys watching the fun. Seeing that the crowd was about to step on the girl.

Suddenly, the first few people screamed. Several blood holes burst out of their bodies inexplicably, and dark blood spurted out.

Borshu knelt on the ground, his cloak in tatters.

Just now, a bullet passed through the sign and hit his neck. He ignored the robe on his body and shot with all his strength, using his tail and arms before moving slightly so that the bullet would hit the armor on his back at the maximum angle of entry.

This piece of armor is the thickest piece of his body.

The powerful kinetic energy forced him to kneel on the ground.

However, even so, he can flick his tail and use the blade on his tail to cut off other people's limbs.

Although he had no sense of smell and could not feel the "smell of blood", when he saw the spray of blood mist, the violent killing intent still surged uncontrollably. He could only rely on his fear of the government to suppress his murderous thoughts.

However, the bizarre wound just now shocked those ordinary people.

Borshu roughly pulled the girl up and walked along the wall. I can no longer stay here. Such a lot of attention might trigger the government's crawlers and allow some people's visual information to appear in the government's system.

People nearby moved out of the way in fear. Just like that, Borshu took the girl of all kinds and squeezed into the crowd who didn't know what was going on.

——According to the results of the self-test system, the armor on the back has deformed and its strength has dropped by about 30%. It may no longer be able to withstand direct hits from large-caliber firearms...

Borshu assessed his own damage. After walking twenty meters, he looked back at the sign. Judging from the ballistic traces, the sniper point chosen by the assassin this time should be within three thousand meters, and it could be on the roof of any taller house. The assassin may have blended in with the surroundings through electronic camouflage, and the muzzle of the gun also had a very cleverly designed silencer and flash hider.

Just now, the assassin estimated his moving speed and the moving speed of other pedestrians at the same time, and then fired the shot through the sign. The iron signboard cannot stop bullets at all.

Borshu didn't try to find the assassin. He had tried it several times before, to no avail. The assassin only fires one shot at a time. After one shot, regardless of whether it hits or not, he will move immediately. Unless Borshu wanted to die under the gun of the government right now, he couldn't use supersonic movement skills among the crowd. At a distance of three kilometers, by the time Borshu got there, the assassin would have already blended into the crowd.

Borshu sighed. Human beings have the instinct to feel relieved when they see "blockers". But today, most everyday obstructions are useless against large-caliber bullets. He actually relaxed a little just now.

"Don't obey your instincts" is something that every martial artist must learn when starting out. The human body is designed to survive, not to fight. "Survival" does not require strong combat power. In this regard, the puny mouse cockroach is a more successful species than most predators. Apex predators with powerful combat capabilities are more likely to become extinct than creatures at the bottom of the food chain.

But the warrior's body is designed for "fighting".

At this time, the girl started to cry. Borshu was very impatient: "What's wrong?"

The girl lowered her voice: "Hero, you are so good to me... You are really the best person to me in this world... You saved me again..."

——This idiot!

Anger burned Borshu's reason. He really almost killed this stupid woman. Is that what “chivalry” means? The real knight in that environment just now...the real knight...

Borshu suddenly felt frustrated. He just made people bleed without thinking.

He waved his hands and closed his eyes. The crowd pushing around him gave him a sense of security. The assassin always dodges as soon as he misses a hit, so he doesn't have to worry about the next bullet in a short period of time.

In his field of vision, the road map of the entire city was clearly visible. He is looking for a way.

The safest place now should be the gangster's private basement. That area is pretty bulletproof.

But from here to several other basements, you have to go through several intersections. This is too dangerous.

In addition, in order to obtain supplies, he had killed many gang leaders and robbed some things. The area controlled by gangs is now very unstable. Warriors often fight in the street. Everyone is in danger, and the pedestrian density is also very low.

He felt that if he really went that way, he might have to face a landmine.

——Then, go to the martial arts gym to assimilate into a group?

In the past few days, Borshu has been wandering around the martial arts gathering area, and the road is not very far. But there are certain risks involved. There are also strong people among martial arts masters. As far as external skills are concerned, there are merits. If you don't use your internal strength to kill with one hit, it will be difficult to capture the opponent while ensuring the opponent's complete combat effectiveness.

And if he was injured because he assimilated a martial arts master, and then the one who was assimilated became disabled before assimilating...then why bother?

Borshu turned his attention to the Internet again and searched the message board page he left. He is not logged into the administrator backend. That would alert the government internal power experts who monitor this page. He browsed the information in guest mode.

Several martial arts schools have posted information one after another. These words are mixed with garbled characters, and the order of the words is also very reversed, as if they are trying their best to avoid government crawlers.

Borshu read it roughly. Basically, they are all unreliable legends without anything new. Their entire meaning is to illustrate a piece of information that everyone knows: "The Eighth Valkyrie never left the city of Dela Cruz until his death."

"Go to Delacruz City? Let's get rid of that knight first, and then assimilate a few martial arts masters... and so on..."

Borshu suddenly thought of a good idea.

In fact, these two options can go in the same direction.

Out of town.

The reason why he couldn't do anything about that person was because there were too many shelters, too many people, and too many civilian drones in the city.

But as long as he goes deep into the wilderness, none of this will be a problem.

In the wilderness, drones are very conspicuous.

If you want to rely on a drone for extreme sniping, the drone cannot be hidden.

If you want to carry out extreme sniping without relying on a drone, the atmospheric flow will destroy the aim.

And if the assassin insists on sniping without relying on a drone, he can only choose to attack from a distance of less than one thousand meters.

At this distance, he was confident enough to counterattack.

——Go south.

So he decided.

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Xiangshan's consciousness expanded within the network.

After rebuilding his internal strength, he found that he could do more things, and even his external strength was improved.

The brain areas required for internal and external skills are not exactly the same, but there is some overlap. Internal strength basically relies on the expansion of the language function area of ​​​​the neocortex, while external strength also involves more internal and primitive areas. But the "game" part involved in external skills can also be borne by Saussure's domain.

At the same time, the ability to "profile psychological activities based on movements" is also a derived skill of internal strength.

Xiangshan relied on this skill to predict the shooting timing of the gun warrior.

At this moment, he browsed through the information coming from the martial arts hall and searched for possible traces on the Internet.

"It turns out that Green Forest killed a large number of gangsters in order to obtain supplies. But at the same time, the information about the 'fierce fighting' in the Asylum network was all about us."

"He hasn't engaged in high-intensity combat recently, but he needs resource supplies... Doesn't he have a mobile base vehicle? Is there an isotope battery on him?"

"If that's the case, then the urban fringe can be ruled out..."

Both Yuan Wenren and Lu Lin knew how to hide themselves from surveillance, so he could only find out from countless pictures what might be traces of the two people's fight, and then speculate on their movements.

Finally, he said softly: "I understand, do you want to go to the south?"

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