Chapter 340 Powerless Peeping
Just as Shen Bei was walking towards this man in his thirties.
There is another person who has not given up the idea of killing Shen Bei.
The fifty-year-old tenth-level superpower came behind Shen Bei like a ghost. His right fist was wrapped in a glove made of rocks, and he struck at Shen Bei.
But within Shen Bei's visual mask, because the distance of his attack was too close, his attack had already been predicted by the armor's system.
Shen Bei turned sideways to avoid the blow.
Then the revolver was drawn.
Reach out your finger and pull the trigger.
The bullets in the revolver burst out with a bang.
The fire is the sickle of hell!
At such a close range, the bullet's strong kinetic energy caused his upper body to explode backwards, and his flesh and blood spattered horribly on the ground behind him in a radiating pattern.
Shen Bei put the pistol back, observed it for two seconds, then turned around and continued walking towards the man in his thirties.
"What...did you..." He looked at his partner's body blankly: "Why, why is your pistol so powerful!"
Shen Bei said nothing.
Sometimes silence is more likely to arouse fear in the enemy than speaking.
Because "communication" is a manifestation of humanity.
If the person wearing the mask remains silent, it can emphasize the monster's attributes even more.
There are similar considerations in many horror movies: once the monster shows the characteristics of being able to communicate, it will have the prerequisites for understanding and persuasion, and it will no longer be so unknown.
The unknown is closely linked to terror.
This is something Shen Bei has understood a long time ago, but in the past, he was more inclined to threaten with words.
why is that? Shen Bei remembered there was a reason, but it was suddenly difficult to remember.
"Let me go, please!" he begged.
But Shen Bei was indifferent.
"I, I can be a guide!" The enemy increased his leverage and begged: "I know how to quickly sneak into Shelter 5. Isn't this what you have been pursuing?"
Shen Bei remained silent.
He asked hopefully: "Are you willing to let me go?"
Shen Bei never promised this.
Slowly raising the revolver, Shen Bei finally said: "I believe in people, but I don't believe in human nature."
"Why do I need you to lead the way when it comes to my affairs?"
Boom~~
A bullet penetrated the man's head and exploded directly. Layers of blood mist floated in the white mist, like delicious marshmallows.
After ending the enemy's life, Shen Bei pulled out the machete from his body.
In the past, Shen Bei rarely used cold weapons.
Only in the battle with San Ye, he used Zha Xiaodao's long knife named Blood Sea.
For cold weapons, there is no doubt that firearms are more advantageous because they directly convey murderous intent.
If firearms are not available, a lightsaber will naturally be used, which can freely and smoothly convey one's power to death's greetings.
Now that everyone has this convenience, Shen Bei no longer needs to insist on fighting with cold weapons.
Some people who use weapons with supernatural powers will claim that "weapons are like extensions of their own limbs", but Shen Beikafa is different. No matter how much this illusion is emphasized, weapons cannot be extensions of the human body.
However, Shen Bei now somewhat understands the state of mind of these people, because with Shen Bei's flexibility in using the lightsaber, he can indeed use the weapon to drive his power like hands and feet.
Even when Shen Bei had this kind of self-awareness, the machete also changed into another appearance at some point: it was originally a combat knife with a focus on chopping, commonly known as a "dog leg knife".
This was called the "Nepalese scimitar" in the old days. However, at this moment, the blade has become straight, as wide as an adult's hand, and about one meter in length. The surface is covered with blood stains and rust stains, and the blade looks like it has been used for chopping. Like many hard objects, there are jagged gaps everywhere.
It looks almost damaged, but it makes one's hair stand on end. What is hidden in it is the difference between a "broken knife that has killed many people" and a "freshly made good knife".
Although the performance of the latter is undoubtedly stronger, the former is often more able to arouse people's fearful imagination.
Shen Bei looked at the knife and felt that it seemed familiar to him.
In the last life, Shen Bei also used this thing.
However, Shen Bei now disliked it very much and threw it away directly.
The shouts around him became more chaotic, as if they were surrounded by enemies on all sides.
"It's time to move positions."
Shen Bei can deal with enemies coming from one direction.
But no matter how much, it will be a bit confusing.
This is not a home-cooked meal. If you don't do it well, you will just go hungry.
This is a battlefield now.
One mistake can kill someone.
The enemy can die multiple times, but Shen Bei cannot make a mistake.
No hesitation.
Shen Bei's foot thrusters suddenly sprayed powerful plasma flames.
The thrust force continues to increase, the blood on the ground evaporates, and the dust rolls.
After continuing to rise, Shen Bei escaped through the air and headed to another preset location.
Leaving this battlefield filled with pools of blood and corpses.
…
The golden sun hangs high in the sky, the clouds are light, the oppressive clouds that covered the sky in the past are gone, and the golden and warm sunshine shines on the wilderness.
Somewhere under the mountain.
Miki looked at the strange white mist on the top of the mountain and frowned, as if even green beans could be caught firmly in it.
"Oh shit!"
Sanmu spat: "Where did this thick fog come from! Why is it only covering the top of the mountain? It's really fucking puzzling."
Such a scene made the sniper rifle in Sanmu's hand useless.
How can energy bullets be fired if you can't see through the movement inside the fog?
It's possible that one shot will kill your own people.
"As cunning as an old dog." Sanmu muttered.
The followers around Sanmu also looked up at the top of the mountain.
In their eyes, this mountain top is indeed quite strange.
It's like a huge ball of cotton hitting the top of the mountain, like a white silk cotton hat.
And other mountaintops can't even see white, let alone white fog!
They can hear the continuous gunshots and wailing coming from above.
There is no doubt that the continuous wailing is definitely not Shen Bei's screaming.
A dead person can't keep calling.
"Captain, are we going up?" A follower asked in a low voice.
Although Sanmu's status has plummeted, he is a tenth-level psychic after all, and a sniper specializing in shooting.
The sensitivity to the battlefield is higher than that of others.
Those who rushed up seemed to have encountered a tough bone. They were at a loss and naturally had to rely on Sanmu's command.
Sanmu gritted his teeth and was about to wave his hand to call on others to rush to the top of the mountain.
On the hillside, some people threw away their armor and rolled down.
Obviously, these people were scared to death by Shen Bei.
Sanmu put away the gesture of attack. This situation was even more unfavorable and greatly affected morale.
He looked back at the road he came from, in the direction of Shelter No. 5.
You can see that in the dense forest in the distance, trees are constantly falling, and a blank area is forcibly pressed out.
"So slow!"
Sanmu was a little dissatisfied.
Then, Sanmu said to the others: "Don't worry, wait for the big guys behind to come over first."
As soon as the voice fell.
The follower at the back suddenly howled:
"Ah!!! Help!"
The sudden scream made everyone look back instantly.
Sanmu looked over and his pupils shrank slightly. He couldn't help but curse in his heart: It rains when it rains!
Acid-scaled beast...
Surprise attack!
