I give the world destruction and rebirth

In Tang Ji's team, Saint has always been an inconspicuous member. He worked as an apprentice with Shadow and learned superb sniper skills. However, even before Shadow awakened, he did not surpass himself. Teacher, after all, what his teacher is really good at is that he is particularly good at spatial calculations, and can cooperate with his own prosthetic eyes to achieve precise blind shooting without viewing angles.

Although he is not a sniper in the team, now he can play a guest role as a sniper, and he actually brings a sniper rifle, the kind of ice blast electromagnetic sniper rifle that Shadow particularly likes to use.

He worked as a commando with Tony for a while, but later Tony replaced himself with a pair of mechanical legs that allowed him to perform rocket jumps. Later, he even implanted Klenchikov's central nervous system enhancement system in one step and became a prosthetic human. Can enter the hypertime stream.

And later on, with the addition of Xiao Su, there was no need for an attacker in the team. In other words, even the Saints didn't know what else was worth attacking as a team.

But the saints can still say, I am one of the best assaulters in the world!

Saint also played with Ethan for a while with drones. Although he did not have Ethan's perverted talent, which allowed him to brain-control dozens of drones to form a drone network in the sky before awakening, he could do two things at once. , controlling a drone in the air to ensure its wide-angle view during combat.

Just like now, the moment the Saint landed, a fast drone was already in the air, and its field of view was synchronized to the corner of the tactical eyepiece.

The drone's field of view turned to the direction of the previous shot, and after just one point and five seconds, it found a heat source target 920 meters away. After all, the drone was a high-end product made with military technology. The functions of high-end goods that come to fight players in decisive battles are simply not comparable to those of toys in the hands of wanderers.

The Saint just stood there, raising his hands flat and blasting ice. The target locking function built into the gun has been synchronized with the drone's field of view, and the location of the impact point has been automatically calculated. All the Saint needs to do is to adjust the direction of the muzzle, and then click the button. Just pull the trigger.

If he was equipped with an exoskeleton, even this step could be omitted, but the Saint does not. He trusts his own abilities more. His movements are too flexible, and the exoskeleton becomes a constraint.

The gunshot sounded and the bullet hit. In the drone's field of view, the target's upper body exploded directly into a blood mist, and then quickly lost temperature. The average cost of each round of ice-exploding smart ammunition is 550 federal dollars, which is on the market. It costs about 3,000 federal dollars, and is often out of stock. Doubling the price on the black market is not a problem.

To put it bluntly, the gun used by the sniper opposite may not be as expensive as the bullets of the Saint.

After firing the gun, the Saint ran towards a high place away from the bus. His speed was very fast, almost reaching 100 meters in 8.5 seconds. This was still with full equipment and full load, otherwise he could Running into the six second mark.

However, this time is nothing, not to mention that the modified people with various built-in prosthetics have set the world record to 5.2 seconds. After the wave of superhuman beings, among the people known to the saints alone, There are two people who can blow this record up, literally.

Surte's current limit of super time flow is more than a hundred times that of normal time flow. The time he can run a hundred meters may not even be fifty milliseconds, not to mention Wang Zhengdao, who runs a hundred meters and travels back and forth between the world. The time between the two farthest points is about the same.

But this is a wasteland and a battlefield. The Saint does not need to compare with his perverted teammates. He only needs to run faster than the enemy.

From the drone's perspective, the moment the opponent's sniper fell, a convoy rushed out from a hidden hiding place in the distance and approached them.

The place where the saints rested was located three kilometers away from an abandoned town. There was a huge billboard on the bare road that cast a shadow on the ground. The people of the Adecado tribe chose this place because of this shadow. As a place to stay.

The view here is wide, suitable for drones to detect people coming from far away, but some people can't help but already regard this place as their own hunting ground, and wage psychological warfare around this shadow.

The invading enemy had a total of seven vehicles, including Sky Quartz's Sidewinder, Tingwei Galena's Gecko, and Mackinac's War Horse. They were all 'luxury cars' that could be named in the wilderness. Many of these vehicles were in the original The off-road package was installed at the factory and has outstanding performance.

Especially there are three war horses among them. This high-power pickup truck not only has extra armor plates, but also has on-board weapons installed in the truck. There are even bulletproof baffles in front of the machine gunners wearing body armor.

In comparison, Adecado's bodyguards who drove a small mule were much inferior. The saint could see the wanderers busy putting on their combat equipment from the small car at the back of the car. One of them was He took a walkie-talkie and tried to contact the nearby homeless tribe for help.

But the saint has breathed a sigh of relief. No dimensional gate has appeared, so there should be no players mixed in. Even if there are, it is just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, so today is not his day.

"There is a season for everything, and a time for everything in the world." The saint climbed up to the maintenance platform of the billboard in a few moments, set up the gun with ease, pointed the muzzle of the ice blast two kilometers away, and was driving. of a car.

The Saint selected a war horse, and the position he aimed at was the engine. The built-in computer of the ice blast performed a short ballistic calculation based on the images returned by the drone, and marked the preview point for the Saint.

Boom!

The saint pulled the trigger and muttered: "A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to cut down."

When he finished reading, the bullet hit the target, and the horse stopped in place with a roar and black smoke rising.

The Saint loaded the gun, finished loading again, took aim at the next horse, repeated the previous steps, and fired.

"A time to kill and a time to heal; a time to tear down and a time to build." After the saint finished speaking, the bullet hit the target. This time the target was not so lucky. The bullet also hit the steering shaft. The horse turned aside and collided with a rattlesnake. , both overturned.

The saint pulled the bolt again, the narrow cartridge case was ejected, and another bullet was loaded. "A time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to rejoice."

Boom!

The bullet hit the last war horse, which was also the last one equipped with heavy weapons and might threaten the vehicles of the bus.

I don't know what parts were damaged by the bullet. The war horse seemed to have hit an invisible wall of air. The whole vehicle suddenly somersaulted forward, and then exploded on the spot.

Almost all of the three remaining cars were slamming on the brakes, and the people inside were almost scared to death. They were either going left or right. There was also a smart guy who directly put the reverse gear on and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom in the wilderness. At the same time, draw an S-shaped route along the way in an attempt to escape.

But as the saints said, there is a time to live, a time to die, a time to kill, and a time to demolish. No one can escape the hunt of ice blast. This special version of the sniper rifle, with special bullets, has an effective range of Three kilometers.

As for those cars, the closest one to the saint's location was less than one kilometer away.

He even had time to make a cross on his forehead with the new bullet, then loaded it into the magazine and recited in a low voice: "A time to look for, a time to lose; a time to save, a time to throw away."

Boom!

The car that was escaping to the left was hit by a bullet from the side, igniting the battery compartment. A raging fire quickly broke out inside the car, and the people inside did not even have the chance to open the door and escape.

The saint continued to load, and the bullets and guns made a pleasant collision sound when they cooperated. It was the beauty of machinery: "A time to tear, a time to mend; a time to be silent, and a time to speak."

Boom!

The car that was escaping to the right was hit. The driver and passengers abandoned the car in panic and fled. With the prediction of the aiming point, the Saint used this gun to make a perfect shot.

The last car simply stopped on the ground at this time. The driver's psychology collapsed. He walked out of the car, knelt on the ground, and raised his hands in surrender.

"Finally, there is a time to love and a time to hate; a time for war and a time for peace." The saint also finished reading the last sentence of this parallelism in Ecclesiastes.

The crosshairs of the scope paused on the surrenderer's forehead for a few seconds. The saint simulated the sound of firing with his mouth: "Bang!", and then put down the gun.

The wanderers of the Adecado tribe were dumbfounded. They looked up at the saint in confusion, as if they had seen a new legend.

The cowboy who came over to say hello took off his hat, looked up at the saint, and asked with some awe: "Excuse me, what are you going to do with those plunderers? The Adecado tribe is willing to return your commission. You don't need our protection at all. , we will still keep our promise to send you and those children to your destination, and we are willing to walk with the legend."

Saint is a person who has been in the lower class. He knows that the wanderer in front of him is so polite and willing to refund the money. It is more because they feel that there is something wrong with the route they arranged, and Saint's strength is unfathomable. Afraid that he would anger his tribe, he planned to run away in vain and try to make a good relationship.

"There is no need to refund the money. You just need to take me to the place as agreed." The saint doesn't care about the money. He has money. If he has more money, he can even buy the monastery and build a nuclear shelter on the spot: "As for them , just leave them where they are to die."

But the Saint didn't have that leisure. In addition to leaving some pocket money, he transferred all the money to Martin Sanye. He was always prepared to buy more supplies.

"We respect your choice." The cowboy put on his hat, turned around and walked towards his companions, using the intercom to inform them of the next itinerary: "Everything remains the same, don't make any mistakes this time, Brian, come back alive and see. Which idiot tribe dares to mess with our affairs!"

A man named Brian drove his little mule and rushed towards the driver who was kneeling to surrender before he stepped on the brakes. The front of the car came to a stop less than ten centimeters away from the driver's face. The driver's face was filled with tears. White.

"Get in the car, friend, we are from Adecado, we have to talk now." Brian got out of the car, pointed a pistol at the other person's head, and threw out a pair of handcuffs: "Throw the gun on the ground, and then Tie yourself tighter and don't let me make a hole in your leg and start questioning you again."

Hearing the other party emphasize that he was from Adecado, the driver's face struggled a little, but before he could do anything irrational, Brian shot. The bullet tore off one of the other party's ears and deafened him. Hearing on that side.

Brian turned on the laser pointer on the pistol. The red dot first dazzled the opponent's eyes, and then moved to the ground. Under the opponent's gaze, it moved all the way to the crotch: "This is your last chance, don't make the wrong choice. We usually I won’t let people like you die easily.”

The driver then gave up the intention of resisting, threw away the gun in his pocket in despair, and handcuffed himself: "If you ask me, I can only tell you what I know, but unless you agree to let me live, Otherwise I wouldn’t have said anything.”

"That's not up to you, friend. We have already greeted the tribes along the way before we left. You have made both of us very embarrassed." Brian snorted and motioned for the other party to get into his car. When he came, he looked It was clear that what was painted on the opponent's car was a long sword with a genetic double helix inserted into it. It looked very much like Lotus' flag of genetic fragmentation.

According to the division of power among the seven wandering states, this place should belong to the territory of the Snake State, but the Snake State has always disliked taking care of these desolate wastelands. They are more interested in smuggling arms. It is said that they have recently increased their smuggling business and will Many refugees from all over the world are crowded into the cities of the Federation, and the profits are very high.

Therefore, there are many small families operating in this land who have not joined the Snake State. According to Brian's information, the person in charge of this place is a wanderer family named Bucker, led by a woman named Serita Buck. Although your female leaders are few in number, they are very powerful and are a very dynamic family.

When they asked for help just now, the Bakker family responded to them. They are probably on the way now. Blair also estimated that the situation would be very embarrassing in a while. They had to explain to the Bakker family why they felt that they could not deal with the enemy. Will be killed by the employer alone.

In short, let's take the living man in front of him back for questioning. Brian knocked the idiot unconscious with one fist, threw him into the back seat, and then drove the car and threw the person at the Saint's feet. At this time, the Saint was still advertising The cards are not down.

"I haven't seen the LOGO. I guess it's a newly established small family, but the equipment doesn't look like it. It might take some time. Should we interrogate first, or go on the road first?" Brian looked at his companions, but in the end he still made the pilgrimage. The disciple asked.

"How about doing it at the same time?" the Saint replied groundbreakingly.

Two minutes later, the prisoner was given a shot of stimulant and woke up energetically, but he wished he had not, because the saint tied him to the back of the bus, with a long rope connecting his hands and The bus has a communicator hanging on its face.

"I will keep accelerating, hoping that you can keep up. There are only two possibilities for me to stop. The first is that I hear you say what I want to know, and the second is that you are dead and there is only one person left. My brain can’t carry a communicator.”

I wish all book friends a happy Dragon Boat Festival