The Original Seeker

　　 "Look at Nats, he is much fiercer than Rambo!" When Bai Mo was cleaning the periphery, inside the defense line, the little soldier Ainilu, who was breathing from the tense battle, said to his comrades next to him.

　　 "This is no longer an ordinary war movie, this is the X-Men vs. Alien! This is the Phoenix girl! Ineiro, you idiot!" The Nats next to him has been impressed by the wanton white ink.

　　 "Phoenix girl, you are tall! He is obviously a man."

　　 "Is gender important? Just domineering enough, I like to be domineering and crushed like this."

　　 "Knowing you for so long, this is the first time that I know your true orientation. It seems that I can't sleep with you in a dormitory in the future." Ainiro squeezed the gun in his hand and walked away.

　　 "Go on! I don't like that! That means admiration! You nerd from Naples always misunderstand what our Northern Italians say."

　　 "You are a nerd, what's the matter with Naples, the southerners provoke you? Northern Italy is all your pretentious and dead pervert!" Ainiro fought back unwillingly.

　　Natz just wanted to refute, he felt his helmet was slapped heavily.

　　 "Which bastard..." Before Natz's egg character was spoken, he turned to find that it was the platoon leader who gave him a thump, so he swallowed the egg character forcibly.

　　 "It's at war, your discipline!" the platoon leader said solemnly.

　　 "Isn't this...this is not to relax my nerves." Natz still wanted to explain.

"Don't make excuses. This is war. Just relax your head and you may open a hole. Then you won't have to make excuses anymore. Relax and wait until you go back alive after the war. No one will care if you run naked or drink. ."

　　 Ai Nilu smiled while covering his mouth.

　　 "And you! Ainiro, which tutorial allows you to hold a rifle in one hand on the battlefield! Why did you go with the other hand!" The platoon leader pointed to Ainiro who covered his mouth with one hand and the gun in the other.

　　 "You two bastards, if it weren't for this on the battlefield, I would definitely let you each push up at least two hundred when you go back. Remember, this is the battlefield!"

"You four company, six company, go quickly to support the southern front, and the fifth company stays to garrison. The south wing does not have such a fierce man with one hundred thousand. Now the pressure is very high. Don't look at it, don't be stunned, your comrades-in-arms are desperately desperate. !" The commander roared to several company commanders in the north wing on the radio, and urgently transferred most of the troops to the south wing that Bai Mo could not support.

　　 Bai Mo, who was immersed in the pinching tornado, did not pay attention to the farce between the two of them. Although he could hear the sound of a small part of the battlefield, only the commander's dispatch allowed him to save a bit.

In the constant high-speed movement, he gradually discovered that whether the mutant creatures or soldiers around him, their (their) movements are actually so slow, so sluggish, unlike the slow motion seen in movies before. There is not much difference.

"Too slow, too slow! Everything is so slow. It seems that I have always been used to such a world. I have never left the low-speed world. The real world I can perceive is actually better than before. My world has accelerated ten times, but I have not reacted to it, and I have always thought that that is everything I can perceive. In the high speed, I know that this should be the world I perceive! What I experience on weekdays is nothing more than The brain is content with the self-deception of the status quo." Bai Mo said to himself.

"The increase in neural response speed is actually an increase in the speed of perception of the whole world. Fortunately, I was a little happy to see the bullet's trajectory at the time. I have only now realized that the whole world is slow! Hahaha! Hahaha!" Bai Mo couldn't help laughing as he thought of the back.

　　 The soldiers watching from a distance suddenly laughed when they saw Bai Mo who was still killing the Quartet, and felt a little bit of chill on his back inexplicably. In the eyes of this group of soldiers, those who can kill and laugh wildly are generally not normal people.

　　 "Hero, it's always a quirk." Natz continued to whitewash his temporary idol in his heart.

"Rambo doesn't seem to be so crazy, and he can still laugh while killing." Ainiro whispered, but he didn't dare to speak loudly anymore. Although he was not afraid that Bai Mo, who was several tens of meters away from him, could hear him, he also Very afraid of the fists of the platoon leader.

"Unfortunately, I still failed to control the tornado, but it doesn’t matter anymore. You can practice the tornado in any open space. There will always be a day. But if the illusion of the low-speed world is not seen through, the world outlook will change forever. But come."

　　 "My thinking has ten times the speed of the original, and my body strength can fully support ten times the speed of activity. Why do I waste time living a life of twice the speed?" Bai Mo suddenly thought of this.

　　 Thinking of this, he began to try to adapt to the new speed of life.

　　While advancing at full speed at a speed of more than 150 meters per second, Bai Mo tried not to rely on spiritual thoughts, but to use his fingers to guide the power of thoughts.

　　 Whenever he wanted to attack a mutant creature, he stipulated that he must first point with his index finger, and count silently in his heart after killing it. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 One minute later.

"This is still too slow. It killed four hundred and fifty-two animals in one minute." Bai Mo was very dissatisfied with his performance. "On average, he pointed to less than eight animals in one second. It seems that he is completely used to ten. The high-speed world is still a long way away."

　　 Bai Mo's play ticket naturally led to the emergence of a large number of fish that slipped through the net. In order to remedy it, he could only reapply his divine mind to perceive and clean up the mutant creatures that passed through his defense line because of his lack of technology.

　　 But for ordinary soldiers, eight times a second with a finger is already at the point where only the afterimage can be seen. After all, one second eight pieces is barely a continuous animation.

　　 After finally cleaning up all the mutant creatures that passed through his defense, Bai Mo learned his lesson, and simply used five seconds as a unit of measurement, just like measuring APM, to test his effective number of operations in five seconds.

　　 "One minute is too long, it is not easy to clean up all the fish that slipped through the net; if it takes five seconds, it should not be so hard to fill the pot. With their speed, five seconds can't leave my killing radius."

　　 "Five seconds and fifty-one, it seems that there is progress." Bai Mo smoothly erased the other mutant creatures that were not spotted, and then put it into practice again.

"fifty three."

"fifty seven."

　　...

"eighty-one."

　　 "Eighty."

"It seems that my current upper limit should be about five seconds and eighty effective operations, which translates to ten times the response speed, which is about the same as the average person using his finger 1.6 times per second, but the response should not be linear. Calculate, then convert it to twice per second, which is actually not fast."

　　 The so-called battlefield, in Bai Mo's eyes, is a sand table that can be painted or erased at will.