Non-human Gene Complex

Going to Niger is even more troublesome. It is a country that is 80% covered by desert. It was only 50% a few decades ago, but the desert area is growing every year. Sooner or later, the entire Niger will be deserted. suitable for human habitation.

Came to Niger by plane, bought a car and set off for the destination Zinder City.

Along the way, Mozaki studied his right eye repeatedly, switching between the four visual modes at will.

Perspective allows him to see through obstacles of up to two meters combined.

When the distance is super long-distance, the pupils change slightly, and the vision ahead within 800 meters is as clear as looking at his own palm, and the whole world in his eyes has reached super-resolution feeling.

As for the remaining two modes, Fang Moqi would have a headache every time he used them.

The bird's-eye view and the 360-degree field of vision without blind spots are not just changes in the eyes. No matter how the human eyes are remodeled, it is impossible to have this ability. It seems that his brain organization has changed.

The four modes cannot be superimposed, and his right eye can only bear one vision at the same time.

As for the left eye, it has been completely blind for two days, and its vision has been completely robbed. In other words, if the right eye is using the bird's-eye view, then he can't see other people's faces clearly.

"Look, he's blind..." Lan Mu joked at Fang Moqi while driving.

Fang Moqi said carelessly: "Fortunately, only one eye is blind."

"Are you trying to blind the two?" Lan Mu said hehe.

The vehicles driven by the two became more and more desolate. Large areas of wasteland covered by yellow sand made them walk instead. Along the road, they met many local residents. They were all emaciated and their eyes were numb.

This country has been in a state of famine for a long time. Maybe the capital is not bad, but what is miserable is the poor villages in the surrounding areas of the desert. The desert is expanding every year, making it impossible for them to rely on agriculture, and life is very problematic.

From the moment Lan Mu and the others stepped into this country, they have been baptized by many eyes.

"The containment is in the desert twenty kilometers away, in that direction..." Lan Mu said.

Fang Moqi walked towards the refugee with his bag on his back, and said, "I'll ask."

After Fang Moqi took out the food and banknotes from his backpack, the eyes of all the refugees around turned into surprise. Coupled with his fluent local dialect, he quickly asked about the location of the shelter.

"That's where the rebels are. They have been entrenched on the edge of the desert for more than ten years. They rely on looting the low-level residents and occasionally attacking cities to obtain supplies..." Fang Moqi walked back and said.

Lan Mu was stunned: "A rebel again?"

Fang Moqi said: "Yes, the perennial famine has bred many robbers. They are dissatisfied with the rule and set themselves up as kings. They run amok in the desert, and the government has nothing to do."

As soon as Lan Mu was about to speak, Fang Moqi stopped him and continued.

"If the containment is there, I think I can probably guess what it is."

He analyzed: "Just now I asked a suspicious thing from the mouths of local residents. The government has encircled and suppressed this rebel army many times. At first, the rebel army was defeated, but since two months ago, every official attack will be encountered. To the sandstorm, and the sandstorm always appears in the form that is beneficial to the rebels, the regular army was defeated by the sandstorm many times."

Fang Moqi said firmly: "This is too suspicious. In the eyes of the locals, it is the desert sheltering the rebels, or the government's bad luck. I think this must be the characteristic of the containment."

The government attacked the rebels four times in two months, all of which were repelled by sandstorms without exception. Is it really due to climate factors? This may not be too much of a coincidence.

"What are you going to do?" Lan Mu asked.

Fang Moqi said: "Of course I sneaked into the rebel camp, found the target and brought back the contents."

But then he stopped Lan Mu again and said, "You don't have to go, this time I have to rely entirely on myself."

Lan Mu was surprised: "Are you okay?"

Fang Moqi said: "Of course, anyway, if you don't make a move, you'll be watching a show in the past. You also said that you should keep it as concealed as possible. This kind of thing is more convenient for me alone. Would you sneak over the wall with me? window?"

Lan Mu smiled, Fang Moqi was right, if he wanted to cultivate a real containment elite, he certainly couldn't follow him.

In the end, Fang Moqi went to the desert alone to take in the target, left the bag to the refugees, got into the car and drove to an uninhabited corner.

His bag was full of food and water. Seeing that he didn't want it, a group of hungry people rushed up.

Lan Mu turned into a blood race and sent two bats to observe. The distance is too far, and the spiritual power cannot be seen.

"Sure enough, it's stealth..."

Fang Moqi's field of vision is wide, and his already powerful stealth ability has been further enhanced. The entire camp is within his field of vision, and it is easy to bypass the guard post.

Those who couldn't get around were ambushed by him in advance, and they couldn't even hum when they were easily subdued.

In this way, he quickly approached the location of the rebel leader.

Lan Mu looked at it, thinking to himself how did Fang Moqi determine the contents?

As soon as he thought of this, Fang Moqi directly took out his bow and arrow, and shot into the sky.

The arrow fell exhausted in the air, and plunged into the middle of the camp, among a group of people sitting on the ground.

No one was shot, and the arrow stuck in the ground.

This undoubtedly alarmed everyone, and they raised their heads with their guns.

Of course there were no enemies in the air, so taking this opportunity, Fang Mo Qiping shot an arrow.

"It turns out that no matter who is shot, the person holding the contained object will activate the ability." Lan Mu thought to himself.

However, it didn't. One person was killed by an arrow, and the others panicked for a while, shouting for enemy attack.

"It's not enough, at least the people behind the scenes must feel threatened." Lan Mu thought.

Fang Moqi obviously thought so too, took out his gun and fired at an inconspicuous tent.

"Bang bang bang!"

"boom!"

The tent suddenly exploded. It turned out that there were explosives piled inside, which should be the ammunition depot of the rebels.

The flames of the explosion ignited tents one after another, and the flying bullet casings and iron sheets turned into murderous weapons, and the nearby rebels screamed and fell down.

The perspective allowed Fang Moqi to easily find the ammunition depot, and the camp had no secrets in his eyes.

The rebels fired wildly, searching for traces of Fang Moqi everywhere, but Fang Moqi's vision was extremely wide, and he dragged around the bend.

He fights in the same way as Hawkeye, using the advantage of vision to fight against the enemy.

The rebels were always shot and killed by bullets and bows and arrows, and finally a black man in the crowd was in a hurry.

He ran into a tent, lifted the felt cloth on the ground, and dug the sand with his bare hands.

There was a black woman on the bed with scantily clad clothes. She was a little afraid of the gunshots outside and asked, "Bazar, are the troops coming again?"

Baza remained silent with a cold face, and quickly dug out a sand sculpture.

It was a piece of golden sand glued together for unknown reasons, forming a sculpture with a strange image, the head of a crocodile, and the humanoid body with hands and feet like an evil god.

Baza pulled the woman over, pulled out the knife and stabbed it into her neck.

The woman panicked and frightened, and for some reason Bazaar violently killed her.

Blood gushed out and poured on the sand sculpture. Bazaar murmured a few words in local language softly.

At this time, a bat sneaked in and saw this scene.

Lan Mu secretly said: "This should be the containment, right? So it's going to be sacrificed?"

Sure enough, the next second, the wind was strong and the yellow sand was flying.

A sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun suddenly rose, covering the entire camp for a kilometer, causing people to cover their faces and yell to hide in the house.

People in the sandstorm couldn't open their eyes at all, their vision was seriously disturbed, and the sun was gloomy.

Sandstorms are indeed powerful against ordinary people, but Fang Moqi is no longer an ordinary person.

The yellow sand had no effect on him, and his vision was still clear.

Fang Moqi's right eye sees through, and he can see the target with his eyes closed. Naturally, he also saw the scene of Bazaar's sacrifice.

In the sandstorm, everyone ran away with their heads in their hands. Except for Fang Moqi, only Bazaar was not affected, and he searched for the enemy's traces everywhere in the camp with a gun.

The containment created a sandstorm, but it didn't affect him, but it didn't seem to bless him with unique abilities.

Fang Moqi was hiding behind the bunker and could see him clearly.

Bows and arrows are useless in the wind and sand. Fang Moqi raised his pistol and aimed carefully. Seeing that the opponent didn't notice, he shot directly.

"boom!"

The bullet punched a bloody hole in Bazaar's head, and he died on the spot.

Not only Fang Moqi was stunned, but even Lan Mu couldn't believe it.

"This is dead?"