MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 227

Although Lu Shangjin's weakening ability is powerful, its effect is only for a brief moment. This high consumption ability cannot be activated continuously. It takes a period of time for the heating glands to cool down between two weakenings. As the dominant assaulter, he can play the most perfect cooperation, seize the rhythm of every instant weakening, keep close to the enemy indefinitely, and then withdraw from the opponent's attack range when the weakening fails. This kind of difficult coordination requires many years of running in. The tacit understanding is the basis, so that no matter how high the level or the strength of the opponent, whenever they face the two people at the same time, they will be pressed and beaten very hard.

The same is true for the immortal undead. The difference between the overall strength of the experimental body in the deterioration period and the strength of the S4 advanced human is negligible, but there is a sniper rifle in the distance that uses bullets to limit the movement of the undead at any time, and it has been weakening his differentiation ability. Eliminate his accompanying ability, whenever his ability disappears, Yan Yi will seize this fleeting opportunity to appear in front of his face immediately.

The undead was dazzled by the teleportation and high-speed bouncing shadows of the opponent, and there was a wound or a bullet hole on his body from time to time.

Yan Yi is also observing the movements of the undead. Although the undead is limited by them, there is basically no chance of fighting back, but his healing speed is too fast, and Yan Yi cannot cause fatal damage to him. Get rid of his embarrassing situation.

The undead finally lost patience, tore off the white cloth on his head, covered it on the pearl that was floating around him, and called in a low voice: "Come out, I want to see if the weakening of the peregrine falcon can only be done. against one person."

But Pearl didn't answer his call, and didn't appear as a full mimesis of the ghost.

The undead lifted a corner of the white cloth in confusion: "Hey, are you deaf?"

The dull and rough pearl reluctantly spit a few blisters into his hand, and the long strips of foam spelled out two lines: "Don't call me, I can't beat it."

Undead jumped with rage.

Another weakened ability hit, Yan Yi suddenly appeared behind him, his left hand quickly grabbed his jaw, and his right hand held uzi with one hand, and shot against the waist of the undead. With billowing black smoke.

Weakened and disappeared, the undead turned around and landed erratically, but his lumbar spine was shattered by the shuttle bullet, and the whole person was broken from the middle, floating in the air in a terrifying folded and paralyzed posture, and a Pandora's mirror was unfolded under his feet. The ghost hand grabbed it greedily in Yanyi's direction, Yanyi's toes tapped the ground and jumped to avoid it, a ghost hand stretched out and grabbed Yanyi's ankle, and was instantly hit by a sniper bullet. fly.

In the distance, Lu Shangjin was quietly dormant at the sniper position, expressionlessly observing the two people facing each other on the rooftop of the clock tower through the magnifying glass. Time passed by, his clothes were soaked by the drizzle and tide mist, and the water was smooth. His neck was flowing down, but he still remained motionless, and his fingertips on the trigger did not tremble at all. Yan Yi's every move was in his magnifying glass, and the crosshair was unobstructed.

The undead also saw that the current situation was not good for him. His distorted body made a screeching sound, and the broken lumbar vertebrae grew and recovered. He straightened up again, tilted his head, and looked at Yan with deadly eyes. Yi, raised the corners of his lips, his raised voice sounded morbidly distorted and uncomfortable: "Would it be fun to procrastinate with me? Look back."

A loud noise followed, Yan Yi looked back, and the iron tower seemed to be broken in the middle of the fog. He frowned and looked around, and in the distant fog, the silhouettes of many gray-white experimental subjects appeared, wanton destruction in the city.

"Why did you do this?" Yan Yi raised his gun and pointed at the undead's head.

The immortal undead circled in the air, and smiled leisurely: "Isn't it fair? Before I die, people ask me for a way to live, and after I die, I give them back to death. This is out of my control, because I Wherever I go, the souls of the dead will make way for me, this is their homage to the **** of death."

Seeing Yanyi's complexion changed, the undead figure witnessed a joyous comedy and laughed wildly: "The longer I stay here, the more undead will gather, if this city falls, you have to take responsibility. "

Yan Yi knew in his heart that he must not delay any longer. His eyes wandered on the undead, looking for loopholes. The incident was sudden. They came out in a hurry and the equipment was not complete. There was no communication device between him and Lu Shangjin, so he could only use Tongren small movements to suggest him.

A change in his eyes could be clearly captured even with Lu Shangjin's extreme vision. Lu Shangjin watched him calmly through the eyepiece, moved the muzzle slightly along Yanyi's line of sight, the crosshair was raised above the undead's left shoulder, his index finger was light Pull the trigger.

A sniper bullet ripped through the air and pierced the air, calculating the position and movement of the undead. At the moment when the undead was dodging sideways, it passed through the strap of his schoolbag hanging on his shoulder. The strap broke and the schoolbag was thrown out by the undead.

Yan Yi flashed forward in the dense ghost hands like seaweed, and grabbed the schoolbag before the undead reached out. The undead grabbed the schoolbag with the only remaining hand and grabbed the other strap. The zipper snapped with a hiss, and the inside The May 3rd college entrance examination exercise book, scratch paper, marker pens and a tube of synephrine injection gun were all scattered in a mess.

The undead grabbed the marker, and the injection gun fell into Yan Yi's hands.

The undead was angry and shouted at him: "Give it back to me!"

Yan Yi weighed the injection gun in his hand: "Put the suppressor on yourself and come get it from me."

He stepped back slowly, backed to the edge of the rooftop, and jumped gently. When he fell, a black shadow of a bird passed under him and took Yan Yi from the air.

Lu Shangjin flapped his strong wings and flew him toward the dark clouds at dusk that blocked the sun. Yan Yi sat on his shoulders, lowered his legs, and glanced back at the undead.

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From time to time, several roars and screams could be heard from Dr. Han's villa.

Lan Bo rode on Bai Chunian's waist, his hands tightly bound, his eyes lit up with blue light, his teeth became sharp and the alpha was twisting and frantic.

"randi, don't move, wake up."

Bai Chunian's hands were tied behind his back and tightly pressed by him, the bones made a rattling sound, and the Dead Sea Heart Rock chains tied to the foot of the bed shook violently.

The starlight in the gaps in the curtains reflected on Bai Chunian's face soaked with cold sweat, making his face even more painful and pale, and his hair was sticking to his forehead wetly.

After a while of restlessness passed, Bai Chunian lay on the bed weakly, hunched up and curled up on his knees, buried his head between the supporting arms, gasped with his mouth slightly open, and the chains around his neck and hands were stretched out of his skin. There were bloodstains, and the blood trickled down his arm, rubbing the newly changed sheets.

Rimbaud also collapsed beside him, using his fingertips to brush away the strands of hair stuck to his forehead, supporting his cheek and releasing a pheromone to comfort him.

Bai Chunian lay down on his side with difficulty, and took Lan Bo into his arms and patted: "My good wife's arm was cut by me, I'm sorry."

"I'm fine, does it still hurt?" Rimbaud left a dozen **** nail scratches on his arm.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." Bai Chunian kissed his lips, "I'll take a shower and come back to sleep."

Rimbaud unchained him and watched him sit up slowly, leaning against the wall and staggering towards the shower in the bedroom.

It won't work like this. Rimbaud clenched the sheets, purifying the place stained by sweat as before.

He pondered silently, expending too much energy today, and fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long he slept, when Lan Bo was awakened by a rustling noise by the bed. He opened one eye and glanced down, and saw Bai Chunian was sitting on the floor with his back to him, holding a Focus on something.

Rimbaud didn't say anything, but continued to look at him with his eyes half-open.

Bai Chunian's hands were trembling quietly due to his weakness and severe pain, and the movement of splicing parts was slow and a little sluggish.

He made a square animal cage out of Dead Sea heart rock, then stood up with the bed, collected a T-shirt that Rimbaud had worn by the bed, got into the beast cage with the T-shirt, and used Dead Sea heart rock from the inside After sealing the cage door, he lay tiredly on the floor with Rimbaud's clothes in his arms, curled up in the cramped and cramped cage, and fell asleep silently sucking the remaining pheromones in his clothes.

Rimbaud kept staring at him.

After a long time, Rimbaud propped up the bed and sat up. Xiaobai, who was sleeping in the cage, suddenly pricked up his white velvet ears, raised his head and looked drowsily and confusedly.

Rimbaud supported the narrow cage, sat beside the bed and looked down at him: "What are you doing."

Bai Chunian was stunned, sat up, leaned back against the cage wall, and forced a smile: "I'm afraid that I will fall ill again in the middle of the night and disturb your sleep." He murmured in a low voice, "... Repeatedly, no matter how good-tempered it is, it should be annoying."

Lan Bo raised his hand to put away the Dead Sea Heart Rock, and the flowing pitch-black spar instantly scattered and flowed to one side. The cage wall that Bai Chunian was leaning against melted and disappeared, unable to support his body and fell backwards, and was supported by Lan Bo.

Rimbaud crossed one leg, grabbed Xiaobai's hair and forced him to look up and approach him, leaned over his cheek and said softly: "You can bite me, I'm not afraid of pain. When I'm angry, I will only beat you, not Will not want you."

Bai Chunian took a breath, turned on his knees and turned around, the tip of his nose flushed red, he threw himself into Rimbaud's arms, couldn't help but raised his head and kissed his chest and lower abdomen, kept calling his name dully, pressing Smell, lick and kiss on him.

Rimbaud stroked his back indulgently.

The next morning, Han Xingqian came a little late.

As usual, Lan Bo came to open the door, Han Xingqian was carrying a portable incubator in his hand, and his expression looked a little serious.

Rimbaud's expression also sank: "What's wrong."

"Go upstairs."

They walked up the wooden spiral staircase, Lan Bo pushed open the bedroom door, and a pair of ghostly blue eyes rushed to him, causing Han Xingqian to take a step back.

Bai Chunian's body stagnated suddenly, and he was slammed by the chains around his neck and wrists. He struggled to touch Rimbaud, but the chains on his body were slammed, and he looked like a mad and bloodthirsty beast. No two.

But Rimbaud was already used to it, he walked over and hugged Xiaobai into his arms, stroking and comforting him.

Xiaobai softened, his face buried in Rimbaud's neck, and Han Xingqian saw the opportunity, pressed him to the ground, and injected a tube of dissociating agent.

After resting for half an hour, Bai Chunian regained consciousness and gained some strength, and was able to sit up without support.

"Brother Han, what's the matter." Bai Chunian rubbed his face, trying to cheer himself up.

Han Xingqian looked at the two of them, and sighed lightly: "One good news and one bad news, which one should you listen to first."

Bai Chunian scratched his hair: "Bad."

Rimbaud stared at him: "I don't want to hear bad."

Han Xingqian shook his head: "The bad news is that the undead summons are rampant, Westminster has fallen, and the results of the international conference have been postponed indefinitely."

Rimbaud's face was visibly gloomy, and his gnashing of teeth could be heard from a few feet away.

Bai Chunian was relatively calm. He had a hunch that things would not go as smoothly as he imagined, and he was grateful enough that IOA devoted resources to treat him. He is now a weapon that is close to being scrapped, and there is not much left of his life value.

"The good news is that the secret agent of the president's life brought this back overnight." Han Xingqian pushed the incubator in front of them, turned on the switch, and slowly opened the hydraulic tank cover.

Inside was a synesthein injection gun.

There is a pen handwritten under the injection gun, and the handwriting is elegant and elegant, which was left by the president—

"Instruct Xiaobai to use this medicine without any psychological burden, and we will handle other things."