Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Seeing the senior manager of the company's business development department standing in front of him, Zhuang Xuteng's heart dropped. How to fight this? Even if the master is here, the most he can do is escape unscathed. High speed, high explosion, and high damage, three highs in one, a senior manager can penetrate his own chest with just one punch. In this process, Super Calculator and Four Flashes can only let themselves die clearly.

A severe headache appeared in the right temple, as if a metal thorn had been inserted. Zhuang Xuteng covered his head with one hand and bent over in pain. His eyes were blood red and his legs could hardly stand still. The senior manager in front of him turned his wrist and moved his fingers as if he were plucking invisible strings in the air.

"Do you have a headache? This is just a simple beginning. You are too fragile. You can't bear it just like this. I am so disappointed." The senior manager continued to shake his hands, and the severe headache hit Zhuang Xuteng's nerves like waves. "Don't throw up. It's troublesome to clean up. I hate the smell too. You deserve to die outside, so I allow you to escape from this room."

Zhuang Xuteng had a splitting headache, and it became increasingly difficult for his legs to support the weight of his body. He landed on one knee. When the senior manager took a step closer to him, the headache would get stronger. The pain was irresistible and made him want to run away.

Wanting to escape, not "just" wanting to escape, the key was that Zhuang Xuteng was not overwhelmed by fear and pain. He was still alive, and he had to think about it: escaping was equivalent to being attacked from behind by a senior manager, or it was equivalent to going to the corridor and being besieged by those bodyguards. There was no possibility of survival at all. The only glimmer of hope is that the senior manager can't stand the 2,500-degree heat, that he still has the chance to put his palms of fire on him, and that he doesn't recognize this low-level lock-picking tool.

Zhuang Xuteng moved his feet forward, his headache became more severe, all the nerves in his body were twitching, and he even had the illusion that his whole head was glowing. It was clear that his body could no longer move forward, but he was not incapable of moving forward. The ghost servants emerged from the palms of both hands, formed transparent threads, entangled the palm fire that fell on the ground, and secretly crawled towards the senior manager.

"Death is the only relief from pain." The senior manager took two steps forward, creating more pressure. Zhuang Xuteng yelled, fell backwards, and knocked over the table next to him in a hurry, causing drinks and tea sets to fall all over the floor. The senior manager took a small step to avoid the spilled liquid and container, slowly shook his head, and made a strange sound from his mouth.

He didn't seem to notice the Wraith Servant, or was he pretending not to? Zhuang Xuteng couldn't think about anything more and controlled the servant of the resentful spirit to stick the fire in his palm. Unexpectedly, the fire in the palm penetrated directly through the body of the senior manager, and the ghost servant did not have any feeling of touching the entity.

Hallucination? Zhuang Xuteng stirred, and immediately adjusted the direction of the resentful spirit servant's silk tentacles, and pressed the palm fire that was about to take effect on the metal coffin in the center of the room.

"I bet this is a scam!" Zhuang Xuteng roared as he looked at the bright white dazzling light emitted by the thermite.

The senior manager raised his right hand and made a sword gesture, as if he wanted to kill Zhuang Xuteng. He said slowly: "Now, you can go and s...ah! Ah! What is this!"

The headache immediately began to subside, and the senior manager began to burn from his abdomen, and then turned into a light point in the air and disappeared, leaving only an afterimage on Zhuang Xuteng's cornea - just like the temporary visual damage caused by glancing at the sun. The metal coffin was burned through by the palm fire, and black smoke rose from the white fire. They brought out and diffused the smell of burnt flesh and blood in the coffin. Zhuang Xuteng vaguely heard the dull sound of punches and kicks inside the metal coffin, but he was not sure. After all, his head still hurt and he was still a little dizzy.

After about ten seconds, the dizziness subsided like the tide, and the pain was only a residual feeling of pulsing with the heartbeat. Zhuang Xuteng struggled to stand up again and spat blood on the ground. He was now certain: the senior manager was a hallucination whose source was the intelligence officer in the metal coffin.

How did he do it? The senior manager just now was so lifelike, his movements, language and momentum were all so lifelike that Zhuang Xuteng's observation ability didn't find any loopholes. Zhuang Xuteng didn't understand the intelligence officer's ability. If Meteor was here, she could give an explanation: the intelligence officer in the metal coffin used the shadow slave to activate Zhuang Xuteng's fear, allowing him to see the enemy he was most afraid of and thought he could not defeat. All the details of this senior manager were made up by Zhuang Xuteng himself. The level of detail is based on his observation and scene restoration ability. Of course, there are no flaws.

The real attack is actually a headache, and ordinary people simply cannot tolerate that level of nerve stimulation. After a lot of tossing, all the mice on Zhuang Xuteng's body were dead. They were all costing their lives for his survival.

There were footsteps outside the door, and Zhuang Xuteng casually threw a blasting defensive grenade outside. The grenade bounced off the wall opposite the door, causing a scream, and then bounced on the stalls in the corridor. The screams were mixed with the chaotic sounds of kicking and stomping, and then all disappeared in a violent explosion.

At this time, Zhuang Xuteng had already hid in the corner, avoiding the main direction of the shock wave and shrapnel. He estimated that the people outside had to slow down for more than ten seconds before they dared to press forward, and he also thought that the main reason why those people did not rush in before must be the mental attack from the intelligence officer in the metal coffin.

That headache has an obvious characteristic of being stronger at close range and weakening at a distance. This is an effect shared by most area attacks. Although there is no such attack now, Zhuang Xuteng is not yet sure that the enemy in the coffin is dead. Within ten seconds when no one outside dared to move, he pushed open the top of the metal coffin—this time for real, not an illusion.

The intelligence officer inside is dead. Thermite burned through the metal coffin roof and continued to drip, igniting his abdomen and melting his intestines. There is only a carbonized black "frame" left on his abdomen, and the internal organs in the chest are still burning slowly, showing a state like wax...

Zhuang Xuteng felt like vomiting, so he fired a palm fire and threw it at the corpse's head, then closed the coffin again.

He really didn't expect that there would be flapping sounds in the coffin again, as well as curses that he didn't understand. At first he thought it was a fake corpse, but it took him two full seconds to realize that he had been implanted with hallucinations again. If he hadn't been out of kindness just now and thought about directly setting fire to the corpse so that the intelligence officer would die a more "honorable" death, he might have actually escaped.

The person inside wanted to push the lid open, but Zhuang Xuteng held it firmly down. Once again, the firelight shone, and the screams lasted for two seconds before ending abruptly. This time he didn't dare to take it lightly, nor did he dare to look around. He took out the shotgun, poked the hole made by the thermite in the top cover, and shot two rounds inside.

This time it was really dead. After opening the coffin lid, Zhuang Xuteng could no longer find any place on the body to refill the gun. It turned out that the first palm fire did not burn the vital parts, and the intelligence officer barely survived by relying on implanted organs. He found that he could not move and stopped attacking in the mental area. Only in this way could people from outside come in quickly to solve the danger for him. At the same time, he projected the information that he was dead into Zhuang Xuteng's mind, but he didn't expect that Zhuang Xuteng would have such a determined sense of last-hitting!

He is a serious man, a pure mercenary during the execution of entrusted tasks.

With the actual death of the intelligence officer, the energy signal level of the surrounding shadow slave equipment also dropped sharply. Zhuang Xuteng confirmed that he had succeeded, and then he had to find a way to get out of here. So he grabbed the still burning corpse, inserted an activated shock bomb into it and threw it out. Several ghost energy bombs flew by outside, and burning corpses swirled in the air. Zhuang Xuteng quickly closed the door, stopped his super-computing martial arts, and used his arm shield to cover the hole left after the door lock was burned through.

The moment after the shock bomb exploded, Zhuang Xuteng restarted his super-computing martial arts, opened the door and opened the way with his shotgun. Four guys became like sculptures under the influence of shock bombs. The shotgun sent them directly to the west. Zhuang Xuteng opened the way to the stairwell and started running upward!

Narrow stairwells, reciprocating spiral stairs, the battle here does not test accuracy. There is not much difference between a shotgun and a shadow gun. Whoever shoots first will win, and fast reaction speed is the specialty of super-calculated martial arts. As a defender, it is difficult to prepare area-of-effect weapons of destruction in your own building, but Zhuang Xuteng has no such concerns. If he only encounters one or two, he will take the lead in shooting. Anyway, the range of the shotgun suppresses one side, and no matter how many people are on the opposite side, they will all be beaten together. If there were too many people up there, he would use hand-held shock bombs. Unless they have the confidence to withstand the effects of shock bombs, no one dares to show their heads casually.

The sound of gunfire was loud on the fourth floor and echoed on the fifth floor. There was no sound of gunfire on the eighth floor. Instead, there was the sound of axes swinging through the air and the screams of broken bodies. When Zhuang Xuteng heard this voice, he knew that Brother Dao was still alive and fighting, but he didn't know if he had been deceived by the intelligence officer's hallucination and if he had the good habit of persisting in last-ditch attacks. This is also Meteor's fault. She is also an intelligence officer. Why not remind her that there is such an attack method?

Zhuang Xuteng reached the sixth floor and encountered a blocker at the corner of the stairs. Before he could show his head, a ghost energy bullet was fired from the direction of the fire safety door, grazed his hair, flew past, and hit the wall hard. Zhuang Xuteng raised the shotgun without aiming, turning and shooting blindly. At this moment, Super Computer·Four Flash reminded him that the attack was coming.

She was a very fast woman. After testing Zhuang Xuteng's reaction speed with two shots, she started from the corridor door, crossed the twelve steps, and flew down towards him. Zhuang Xuteng couldn't see her movements, but the four flashes of the Shadow Eye were able to capture a series of shadow energy signals, forming a rough image in his mind: the woman was flying while stepping on the walls and steps of the corridor to Use this to adjust your posture. She stretched out her hands, trying to grab the shotgun barrel, and probably used the pulling force to turn near the bottom step, so as to continue attacking Zhuang Xuteng on the other side of the corner.

The shotgun must not be given to her! Zhuang Xuteng immediately retracted his weapon and avoided her flying grasp. I thought this would make the woman lose her center of gravity, but she didn't expect that she grabbed the handrail of the stairs, used it as an axis, turned her body, and squeezed through the triangular gap between the staggered steps, still able to continue pursuing Zhuang Xuteng.

Zhuang Xuteng finally saw the attacker. To be precise, two long black legs were clamping towards his neck in the form of scissors.

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