Conan’s World Stand-in

"You hide here."

Apache's hesitation was only for a short moment. He whispered to Conan next to him, clenched the pistol in his right hand, stretched his left hand behind his waist, and took out the spare pistol.

Although it was a terrifying oddball who could stop a pistol bullet and get only a little bruised if hit, Apache had no other choice.

He is a policeman, he wants to protect citizens and punish criminals.

"Wait, you want to..." Before Conan could stop it, Apache stood up suddenly, leaned out halfway, held the gun in his right hand out of the window, aiming directly below, while his left hand was just resting on the window sill up, slightly exposing the muzzle.

This is the best way he can think of to deal with this superpower. One hand is mainly holding a gun to attract his attention, and the other hand shoots secretly, hoping to take advantage of his unresponsiveness. cause some damages.

When he leaned out of the window, the stand-in messenger Sary also stepped onto the balcony on the third floor below the fourth floor where he was sitting. He seemed to hear the sound upstairs and was raising his head.

The eyes of the two collided for a moment, and Apache moved his hands slightly and decisively pressed the trigger.

Apache's marksmanship is actually very good. The muzzles of his two guns are aimed at the bullet embedded in the man's head. Now that you can fix the bullet to your skull, I'll fire another shot and let it be pushed in by the bullet.

Apache didn't believe anyone was alive with two shots in the head, or, at least, seriously injured and unable to use his bizarre superpowers.

"boom!"

The two gunshots almost merged into one, and the bullets had slightly different trajectories, flying towards Share's head one after the other. Although the shots were fired at the same time, his right hand was stretched down and his left hand was tucked at his waist. The difference in height between the two might be able to create a sequence of time.

Apache thought so and did so, but the two bullets just stopped in front of Sara's forehead, less than an inch away from the bullet embedded in his skull.

"What a pity, I already guessed that you are not on the third floor, but on the fourth floor! You are deliberately concealing your stand-in range, you think you have fooled me, right?!"

"Actually, I've seen this through a long time ago, and I've been pretending to be deceived by you. You guy, you should have been secretly watching the stupid and deflated appearance I showed and secretly delighted, like a secretly urinating on others. Like the guy in the delivery food!"

"I deliberately pretended not to see through that you were deliberately hiding the range of my stand-in, and I also deliberately weakened the precision of my stand-in so that two bullets hit me. But this is just an illusion used to confuse you, even if you are attacked by Two bullets hit, and it's no threat to me! Instead, it's you, the pistol can't be used, so you can't attack me!"

Sara laughed wildly, and Apache secretly thought that something was wrong, this guy probably thought of himself as the one who shot the gun before. But he wanted to keep firing, and when he used bullets to force Sara back, he found that his right hand couldn't pull the trigger, and he couldn't even take it off the pistol's grip, and the same was true for his left hand.

"You can't pull the trigger, right? Because your pistol and fingers have been 'fixed' by my stand-in!" With a wave of Shara's right hand, Apache felt as if he was being swayed by an invisible force Grabbing the neckline, he dragged it out from the fourth-floor window.

From Sara's own point of view, he naturally controlled the "craft work" and let it directly drag Apache down. His "craft work" is definitely not small, not slow, and pulling Apache out of the window is a breeze.

But Apache did not fall downstairs, but suspended between the third and fourth floors in an extremely paradoxical posture, like being suspended in the air by a chain tied to his right hand. The weight of his entire body was placed on the right hand holding the gun, and there was a constant tearing pain from the muscles.

"You bastard!" Pain can make people uncomfortable, but it can also stimulate people's nerves and make people burst into potential. This is the case with Apache, his right hand is fixed in place, so you can use this as a support!

With the help of the inertia of being pulled down, he adjusted his posture in the air, twisted his body, and kicked a heavy kick against Share's head. But before the sharp whip leg could touch Shara, it was stopped in the air, unable to move a bit.

"Hooho, it's a really powerful kick. It's almost three-quarters of the power of my avatar. But it's useless! Even if my avatar doesn't have a 'fixed' ability, it's only a matter of strength and speed. It is absolutely invincible in close combat!"

"Damn, I can't move my legs..." Although it was a May night, the weather was cool, but pea-sized sweat dripped down Apache's face. The kick he kicked was also stopped in the air, unable to move forward or retract it.

In addition to being able to stop long-range bullets or stones, can you stop the enemy's fists or legs even in melee combat? With such a terrifying ability, how could he defeat him...

"Bewildered by my performance? Unbelievable, right? This is my acting skills. Before I joined the organization, I wanted to be an actor. Ada, Bruce Lee! Love and law!" Sara let out an exaggerated whimper and said some weird lines in a lame accent, "It's a pity, you can't continue to enjoy my performance now, that kid and that guy who looks like a woman. You must have been scared to hide somewhere, right?"

"But it doesn't matter, I'll let them accompany you right away... By the way, I said just now that I'm going to hit all those bullets you shot into your body, right? Now I have a new idea..."

Shara stepped on the window on the third floor with one foot, put his hand on Apache's head, and patted it several times like a basketball.

"If you apply force to a 'stationary' thing like this~www.wuxiahere.com~, it can change its original direction of movement, and it can be shot like a bullet by hitting it several times in a row. Although the control force is a little bit For bad reasons, a hard hit like this will lose your head, but it doesn't matter at all for your bullet."

He actually wanted to give Apache a downward force, so that once the "craft work" lifted Apache from its static state, it would hit the ground like a bullet that was shot out.

When the bullet hits the ground, it will make a crater on the ground. If the ground is hard enough, the reaction force can also deform the bullet. However, Apache is just a human with a slightly stronger physical fitness, a body of flesh and blood.

"Okay, let's enjoy these beautiful fireworks!" Sara's expression was distorted like chewing gum stuck under the desk after being chewed up. He lifted his hands to cancel the attachment to Apache. The ability to prepare for a good show.

"Damn!" Apache roared, feeling the strange "stillness" on his hands and legs disappeared, but he couldn't do anything, because a force greater than gravity was pulling him towards the concrete floor below. go.

If this fell hard, he would definitely turn into a mess!