The Path Toward Heaven

Being able to hit the target accurately over a distance of tens of kilometers, of course, is not aimed by the human eye. To some extent, this is already the ability of the first-breaker practitioner. And the bullet fired by that gun is even more powerful, some like the combination of flying sword and magic weapon.

The sleeves of the sportswear were shattered, and the remaining fabric kept floating and was wet with water mist, like a middle-aged man walking in the rain without an umbrella.

Looking at this scene, Jing Jiu's mood was even worse, and he walked through the mist.

If anyone notices the details, it is enough to find that the tiny water mist has not touched him at all.

Walking outside the lawn, he looked again at the cliff dozens of kilometers away and saw the man in work clothes.

The man had got up, was squatting on the ground, packing the toolbox, and would leave soon if he wanted to.

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The runaway people stopped and looked at the figure in sportswear, with a look of surprise and puzzlement on their faces.

The bell on the square is a masterpiece. The police in light suits rush to this side at high speed. In the distance, several clear white lines can be seen. It should be the high-speed suspension police car of the police department.

Jing Jiu went to the underground passage on the other side of the street and soon disappeared from people's sight and monitoring.

Underground passages are full of tiny wind currents, which are the air changes brought about by suspended trains.

He didn't stand in the transfer room like other people waiting to get in the car, entered the control room, and came into the dark underground passage.

A bright light shone on his figure, and then got closer.

It was a levitation train traveling at 1,400 kilometers per hour.

With a buzz, a gust of wind was blowing in the passage again.

The wind fell on him, and he turned into a leaf, so it floated and disappeared into the darkness ahead.

The terminal of this suspension train is called Chunyuan. It is the highest place in the city closest to the crustal mountains. There are scattered wooden houses. More buildings are hidden under the ground. They are all belonging to the government sequence. The sun is extremely high. The walls were obstructed, and the light was extremely dim, even in the daytime, it seemed like the night.

The wind chimes hang by the window of a small wooden house suddenly rang, but could not see anything.

Some rocks rolled down from a loose rock somewhere on the cliff.

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When Jingjiu stepped down the underground passage and took the wind of the suspended train to Chunyuan, which was tens of kilometers away, the man in tooling cloth had dismantled the firearms and took the toolbox to the elevator that was several dozen feet away before.

The Galaxy Alliance government has built numerous self-propelled elevators along the crust cliffs, most of which are used to transport workers to perform routine maintenance of the gravitational field generator. Naturally, it is not clean. The elevator is full of dust and black oil. The taste is not so good, and even faintly smells of alcohol.

The man in tooling cloth stood in the elevator going down at high speed, thinking about the previous picture, his face became a little pale, and he suddenly wanted to drink a large bottle of spirits.

As the most senior expert in the Galaxy Alliance, he has unimaginable calmness and willpower, but at this time he really is about to collapse and looks very unprofessional.

The first thing for the assassination was to determine the target's death, so when the blue light on the electromagnetic ring disappeared, he did not leave the stone immediately, but still stared at the square dozens of kilometers away.

Firstly, the flying smoke and dust, and then the mist sprayed on the lawn, blocked his vision.

The next moment he watched the target emerge from the mist, intact, and glanced at himself.

Did you miss it yourself?

However, there was no explosion in the square, and the lawn in the water mist was still so green and pleasing. There were no large pits hundreds of meters deep.

Seven years ago, he had seen such a deep pit when he was on a mission on Lanzi.

What exactly is going on? It's impossible to have a problem with your gun.

Just then he saw the target's right hand.

The target's sportswear sleeves were damaged, exposing the forearms.

He thought of some possibility.

He thought it was impossible.

How could anyone be able to block the high-flame bullet fired by the electromagnetic booster with bare hands?

He is a powerful starfield who can fight the gravityless universe on the surface of primitive and sinister planets, but he simply imagines such a picture.

Even the legendary alliance giants in the middle of the night cannot do such a thing!

What monster is that teenager in sportswear!

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There was a slight friction sound between the elevator and the shaft wall, and then a light click sounded, indicating that it had reached the transfer floor.

The overalls of the man in the overalls were slightly better, but the sweat was pouring out.

He raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, carried the tool box out of the elevator, passed through the complicated aisle, came to another maintenance Unicom well with great familiarity, and entered another elevator. This elevator leads to the Chunyuan Underground Maintenance Point, where there are three dedicated passages to the multi-level underground world.

From there, he was ready to move to the seventh world.

No one knows that he prepared a safe house there three years ago. Because he felt that the mission was too weird and the goal was too terrible, for the sake of safety, he didn't contact his superiors or even prepare to return to the team. He planned to hide in that safe house for another year.

The elevator door made a slight frictional sound and closed slowly.

There was a click, and an arm reached in, blocking the elevator door that was closing.

That arm had fair skin, smooth and perfect.

The sleeves of the sportswear rolled just above the arm were a bit ragged.

There was a shock in the eyes of the man in the tooling cloth, followed by the calm brought by despair.

Even if he is a strong star, he does not have the courage to work with the other party at this time.

A monster that can block super-combustion bullets with his hand, a monster that can come to himself from a square 40 kilometers away in such a short time, that is not an opponent that humans can resist. That being the case, why would he do anything with each other?

The time and opportunity now is precious, he must kill himself as fast as possible.

While thinking about these things, the man in tooling cloth exerted a little force, mobilizing a piece of muscle on his back that he could not normally use, but he could fully grasp after long-term targeted training.

The muscle contracted slightly, and a thin film planted under the skin shattered, and the weak biological current began to go somewhere.

With a squeak, a small electric spark was created on his back.

I don't know what happened, the circuit under the film turned out to be a problem.

The electric spark brought a clear sting, but the man in the tooling cloth was unaware because he was in extreme shock at this time.

According to the training tutorial, this suicide method will definitely not cause problems, and it was actually blocked by the other party!

The man in overalls did not hesitate to pull out a small needle-like firearm and point the button at his temple.

There was a muffled sound.

He is still not dead.

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Jing Jiu retracted his right hand and looked at the milky bullet between his fingers, confirming that it should be made of some kind of composite material.

He looked at the man in overalls and said, "You will die."

The man in tooling cloth looked at the picture in front of him, his pupils narrowed, but he was speechless. At this time, he had become stiff and could not move his fingers.

Jing Jiu went on: "But wait."

Having said this, he put the milky bullet into the front pocket of his backpack with his backhand, and his palm landed on the top of the other's head.

He would not torture a confession, nor did he want to subdue the other party as he touched Ada, nor did he want to use Guocheng Temple's two hearts.

In order to save trouble, he intends to use Xuanyin's soul-searching hand to directly read the consciousness of this person.

Some, if not all, information fluctuations went from the brain of the man in the tooling cloth to the palm of his hand, and it became clearer and clearer.

Those information fluctuations are initially emotions, such as fear and shock.

The remaining fear and shock in the rags' consciousness quickly turned into despair, and then calm.

Jing Jiu glanced at this person a little unexpectedly.

Then those waves of information are more accurate words and numbers.

He saw two words that might be names of people, and saw a dozen numbers out of order at the same time, which might be some kind of connection.

As he was preparing to continue his search, the information in the man's consciousness of the tooling cloth suddenly disappeared.

There was a muffled sound.

The head of the man in the rags exploded directly.

Blood and brains splashed all over the elevator.

The front of Jingjiu's sportswear was also dyed a lot, red and white.

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He did not expect that the assassin had the courage to face death, and he did not expect that the other party could still slap his head to death if he controlled his mind.

Looking at the smudges of the elevator and the brains on his body, he was a little upset, and then thought of some information seen somewhere on the hidden net.

Some special departments of the Galaxy Alliance military, because they fear that members will be captured by the enemy to invade their brains to collect intelligence, and they are more worried about the monsters of the Dark Sea consciously invading, they will implant a micro-device in their brains in advance. That device can monitor the brainwave levels of the members, and once it is found that the brainwaves are down, and at the same time it detects conscious intrusion without an identification code, it will activate itself.

The so-called start is actually initiation.

Was it the Alliance Army?

Jing Jiu looked at the headless body leaning against the elevator wall, quickly scanned his eyes, lifted the toolbox and left the elevator.

When the elevator door closed, he flicked his fingers and threw a sword fire into it.

With a bang, the entire elevator began to burn, and in a short time, the body of the man in the tooling cloth and those bloodstains and brains were burned to ashes.

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There is a very large body of water on the outskirts of Shou'er City.

The water is very deep, with a blue color as a whole, shining starlight at night, black like ink, and like a pot of red soup hot pot in the early morning and evening.

This water area is called the Caspian Sea. In fact, it was a terrestrial lake left when the planets were transformed. Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There are many wild reeds growing in extremely remote corners of the Caspian Sea. They are taller than others and can block the sight of the outside world.

The sound of crackling water sounded, Jing Jiu stood up from the lake water, the lake water poured down from the smooth skin surface, shining golden light, just like lava.

He took a bath very seriously in the lake. The reason why he did not use sword fire was a psychological reason.

Just as Zhao Layue had taken a bath in the lake before making a decision to return to Qingshan in Sanqianyuan.

The flock of wild reeds is quiet and there are no birds.

Thinking about the fat pigeons on the square lawn, he found that the biggest difference between this world and the rising continent seems to be that there are much fewer types of life.

The sword turned slightly, and the remaining lake water turned into fog, leaving with the wind, leaving only a dry piece.

He opened his backpack, took out a blue jersey, put it on, smelled a touch of detergent, and nodded in satisfaction.