To Four Thousand Years Later

The moment he heard those words, Forty-two narrowed his eyes slightly. Because he clearly saw that the business cards on the three people's heads instantly changed from yellow to deep red—this represented a clear and unmistakable killing intent until death. The strong man at the head raised his hand and grabbed it in the air, a large number of mosaics emerged in the air, and then an extremely exaggerated shotgun fell out of it, and fell firmly into his hand.

He skillfully held down the upper half of the gun cover, and pulled it back. Thirty or forty pieces of metal pieces resembling fish scales opened on both sides of the gun body, making a sharp inhalation sound, and then closed again. At this moment, the two people behind him also raised their hands and called out their weapons.

The woman held two silver double pistols in the shape of maracas in her hands. The thin and short man took out a low-key metal crossbow that looked like a horizontal cigarette case.

"Fuck her!

The huge shotgun with a barrel more than half a meter long made a low-pitched sound like a motorcycle that was gradually accelerating. Bright red flames can be seen from the continuously opening air intakes on both sides, and a small amount of metal fragments mixed with high-pressure and high-heat air beams continuously shoot in and out from the muzzle!

The gun roared like a living beast, and the strong man who was close to two meters tall had artificial muscles transplanted on his body, and he had to tense up with all his strength to barely hold the muzzle of the gun. This is a metal jet that is enough to tear apart walls in a few seconds, but it has no effect in front of Forty-Two. I saw that Forty-Two's eyes were shining with pure white light, and when the bullets approached him, they were deflected and blocked by the completely bright shield in the air. Even the corners of his clothes could be torn into pieces, and the woman behind him raised her two guns perpendicular to the ground without hesitation.

The silver, bulging guns buzzed and charged, and after about seven or eight seconds, she shouted loudly: "Get out of the way, Tom!" Hearing the sound, the strong man jumped aside instantly half a step.

And two streams of blue-purple light came directly, hitting Forty-two's shield.

They moved quickly, and finally converged on one side of the shield to form a blazing white light flow loop.

"The woman who was destroying the shield made a wild voice like a man, roaring loudly: "Suppress fire!

Tom responded loudly, pulling the bolt back again to inhale compression, and then pressed the trigger.

Ok? Seeing the two beams forming a loop, Forty-Two was slightly moved.

He clearly felt that his psychic shield was pierced with an invisible hole—in other words, this circuit glued himself to Forty-Two's psychic shield, and then kept resisting each other. His psionic shield is fragile enough, and this light flow circuit is enough to burn a big hole. Then Tom's high-frequency metal jet will take advantage of it - interesting. This group of people seemed to have a lot of experience against psykers.

Forty-two thought quickly in his heart, and cast his eyes on the thin man. He was originally holding the pistol the size of a cigarette case, aiming nervously at forty-two. But at the moment when his and Forty-two's eyes met, he suddenly turned pale, picked up his head scramblingly, and tried to run towards Naiwai. Forty-two's heart moved slightly, and the dark golden light in his eyes flashed.

That's a divine technique from Baal, the Psychological Looking Glass. His will has been branded by Forty-Two. No matter where he appears or what emotions he has, he will be mastered by Forty-Two.

subsequently. As if he didn't see the person, he turned around again. It seemed like he was struggling to maintain his shield.

After the stream of light lasted for two seconds, it gradually faded away. The woman snorted, and raised the double guns in her hands again, trying to charge them again.

"Don't rush me, I'm doing it! Klaus, let's hold on, you go to make a hole! We may not be able to last much... Klaus?" Lizzie was stunned for a while when she couldn't get a response.

At this moment, the thin man had rushed out of the room holding the drill—he didn't even forget to pick up another drill. The strong man let out a miserable cry, and couldn't stop the gun in his hand. His wrist was bent by the huge recoil, and bones protruded from the joint. He didn't have time to wait for the gun in his hand to stop by itself, it shot out on its own initiative, and fell into Forty-Two's hands.

And the strong man Tom seemed to be photographed by an invisible force, and flew out without jumping, knocking over the tables on both sides, knocking away many people, and smashing heavily on the wine rack behind the bar. The faceless bartender didn't seem to have seen this scene, and Yiri was mixing drinks calmly; the same faceless singer and audience also carnivaled as usual, without any surprise. Forty-two didn't understand the situation after all, he wasn't sure what these NPCs represented, and whether he could kill one, so he just stretched out his left hand, grasped the man vaguely, and pressed him against the wall.

At the same time, he raised his right hand slightly. The electric current was flowing on her body surface, and she let out a sharp and miserable scream, her whole body was beaten by the electric current until she convulsed violently, and even became incontinent.

But the next moment, Lizzie's body suddenly bounced violently. Then the whole person collapsed on the table without any response as if he had lost his soul—then suddenly blurred and disappeared.

Forty-two suddenly frowned slightly. How did this work? Is that the emergency logout button? Fortunately, I kept a backhand before.

Forty-two was stunned for a moment, then smacked his lips in regret: "It's time to take her right hand off... No, it's not right either. Her emergency logout button may not be there.

"You are the only one left now, friend." Forty-two looked at Tom and smiled slightly: "Or...Tom? Do you still want to resist? This one was slapped tightly against the wall by Forty-two and couldn't even buckle it off." The man couldn't move his whole body, only his bloodshot pupils were trembling at high frequency. Forty-two Yu shrugged regretfully: "It seems so. Well, it's understandable... After all, you are also a part-time worker, and you have Party A to deal with. Then I will not make it difficult for you. "

After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath and said softly, "Go to sleep.

The man's pupils constricted like needles. Without any warning, his head drooped suddenly and he lost consciousness. That is the divine art from Baimeng, which makes everyone lose their minds. Forty-two pondered for a while, reached out and put away the last hole puncher, put it in Tom's pocket, and carried Tom on his body again. At the same time, he did not forget to put the two guns. Or, pick up those three guns. These three little thieves seem to have lost their equipment, take them back and let the doctor identify them