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Chapter 163 The Assassin
The bullet with the scorching wind appeared directly in He Ao's field of vision.

At this moment, it was too late to dodge, and He Ao's brain was working rapidly. At this moment, Chao Yi established a running model of the bullet and simulated the trajectory of the bullet.

He Ao raised his dagger sharply and blocked it in front of him.

click -

The fiery bullets were splashed and crashed into the wall.

At this moment, He Ao also raised his head, and his body began to move quickly along the room.

Aiming takes time. In a short period of time, fast and irregular movements will interrupt the opponent's aiming rhythm.

At the same time, he began to quickly compare the scene in the room with the scene in his memory.

It was normal for the body to move because the knife had been removed from it.

There was a lot of blood on the ground, it was the blood left by the 'assassin' just now, this is normal.

The table moved a bit, and the sniper rifle fell on the ground and hit the table just now, which is normal.

It's normal to have someone behind you, that person is always there.

boom--

Another shot flew from behind, and this time He Ao, who was moving at high speed, dodged the shot.

He frowned.

So, what is the problem?

Everything in this house is fine, so where will the assassin hide?

Is he really invisible?

What kind of special ability is this?
When He Ao was thinking, in the direction he was going, a shadow slowly pulled out a silver dagger from his waist and leaned towards his back.

No, not right!

something is wrong,
He Ao stopped in his tracks, and the silver dagger slowly extended towards his neck from behind.

Let go, let go.

Combat only changes things around you, but it's impossible to increase or decrease something out of thin air.

The picture memorized by Super Memory, all the details of the whole room, began to replay in He Ao's mind.

From the moment he entered the room, like a movie screen, frame by frame was intercepted and compared frame by frame.

Under such a high-intensity calculation, even He Ao felt slightly dizzy.

The scene in his mind changed rapidly, from He Ao entering the room, talking to the assassin, to fighting, to the disappearance of the assassin.

At this moment, He Ao's memories stopped.

The moment the assassin disappeared, a figure suddenly appeared in the room. He couldn't tell who this figure was, but his emotion told him that the existence of this figure was logical, so he didn't need to worry about it.

But 'he' is indeed something that comes out of 'more'.

The sharp dagger has already crossed He Ao's shoulder, and the sharp blade slowly circled around the pitch-black hood and hooked to He Ao's neck under the mask.

It is about to pierce He Ao's carotid artery, and the bright red blood will bloom like a flourishing peony.

boom--

At this moment, the silver tip of the sword blocked the sharp blade.

The black figure behind him wanted to forcefully cross the point of the sword, but at that moment, his mind went blank.

mental disturbance,

He Ao forcefully pushed aside the sharp dagger, and the silver dagger danced in his hand, turning into a backhanded sword.

When all possible outcomes are eliminated, the remaining outcome, however improbable, is also the answer.

This 'safe' figure is the enemy.

The sword light passed through He Ao's armpit in an instant, and immediately after that, there was the muffled sound of the sharp point of the sword piercing into the flesh.

"what!!!"

He Ao exerted all his strength and quickly backed away, all the strength of his body was acting on his arms.

The black shadow who just woke up from the mental disturbance was bumped by He Ao's body before he had time to react, and flew back.

boom--

The black shadow was mounted on the wall by He Ao, the sharp blade quickly passed through his body, and the bright red blood splashed on He Ao's arm.

Like a peony in full bloom.

He Ao let go of the hilt of his sword, took a few steps forward, and turned around.

The thin assassin stared at He Ao with wide eyes, pierced his chest with a dagger, and nailed him to the wall like a puppet.

He seemed unable to understand how He Ao saw through himself.

He struggled to stretch out his hand towards He Ao, trying to grab He Ao, but finally his movements became slower and slower until he stopped.

His arms dropped limply.

From Chao Yi's perspective, his soul began to gradually dissipate.

dead.

He Ao heaved a sigh of relief and closed Chao Yi.

A huge sense of fatigue swept over in an instant.

He Ao leaned against the wall with difficulty, took out three silver test tubes from the back of his waist, and poured them into his mouth one after another.

After drinking these three, he took a break, and when the tiredness gradually subsided, he drank another.

The battle with the assassin lasted only a few tens of seconds, but he used mental interference three times during the period, and he also used the super memory to compare the memory overload.

This is a D-rank powerhouse in a complete state, which is completely different from the make-up ones like Sri Lanka.

He Ao was not injured this time, but the reason why he was not injured was not because he was strong enough to kill the assassin without injury.

Instead, the opponent focused on killing with one blow, and every time it was a killer move, he blocked it.

The last ability to affect common sense and rationality and achieve the effect of 'invisibility' is indeed a bit terrifying. If He Ao didn't have super memory, he might really die here.

After recovering some mental and physical strength, He Ao walked up to the dead assassin.

The assassin's figure was relatively thin, and he looked like an ordinary haggard middle-aged man, with his head hanging down, staring at He Ao with wide eyes.

He Ao took a picture of the whole room with his bracelet, then reached out and wiped his eyelids.

After this, Howo began to inspect his combat uniform and what he was carrying.

The quality of the combat uniform is good, but it is a pity that it was pierced. I knew that I had stabbed the neck just now, so I was careless.

Pistols are worthless.

Mithril test tube, empty?This guy is so poor.

He Ao turned around, and finally found that the most valuable thing was the Gauss sniper rifle that fell there at first, and a box of eight high-explosive bullets that matched the sniper rifle.

He took off the cloak and soaked it in the hotel's sink. This one was just stained with too much blood and needed to be washed.

It is best to soak in cold water to clean the blood stains. Hot water will denature and coagulate the proteins in the blood, making it difficult to clean.

While the cloak was soaking, He Ao cleaned the Gauss sniper rifle, then disassembled it into parts, and put it in the sniper rifle suitcase that the assassin placed in the corner.

After packing, he went out the door and brought back the big box that had been hidden in the alley.

He then packed the body of the assassin into the tarp-lined box, and in the process he dug a badge out of the assassin's inner pocket.

It was a silver badge with a wolf's head.

When he found the badge, He Ao paused, and opened his combat uniform. In this combat uniform inherited from Roy's father, there was also the same inner pocket.

This kind of inner bag is not standard in combat uniforms, it is specially customized, and it is not included in the combat uniforms of the FBI.

He Ao put the silver wolf badge of this trait into the inner pocket of his combat uniform.

Just right.

Same approach, similar combat uniform.

It seems that this silver wolf badge is the emblem of some kind of organization.

He Ao covered the box, zipped it up, and washed the soaked cloak. After washing away most of the blood stains, the remaining blood stains were inconspicuous.

After everything was packed, He Ao picked up the walkie-talkie on the table.

This kind of walkie-talkie generally has a recording function. He Ao pressed the recording button and said softly,
"Mr. Christos, see you at the coffee shop at the back door of our machinery factory."

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"We often say that if you work hard, you will be rewarded, and if you do more, you will get more, but what is the reality in Chenxi City?"

"Everyone here, you work more than twelve hours a day, but the income you earn is barely enough for food and clothing. Your wealth is used to pay rent, pay interest on credit cards, and pay all kinds of inexplicable expenses."

"He who makes bread eats only the worst bread, and he who makes shoes wears holes in his own shoes, and he who builds houses lives in other people's houses at a high price."

"People who sell doping drugs and do business in red light districts get rich, while talented people die poor and sick in their beds."

"He who produces nothing has everything, and he who produces everything has nothing."

"Is this the Dawn City you dreamed of? Is this the life you want to have? Is this the Dawn City's original builders wanted to see?"

"Why can't we get higher wages? Why can't we own what we produce? Why can't we get paid to match our labor?"

"If I become mayor, I will increase the minimum wage, close or even take over some illegal factories, reduce working hours, and reduce taxes for ordinary people-and this part of the vacant taxes will be made up by the rich and the consortium, and they will even Pay more."

"These taxes will be used to build public health care and public education."

"In the future, everyone will be able to get paid according to their own labor, your debts will be reduced, your work and life will be better, you will be able to afford medical care, and your children will receive better education."

"Nobody dies because they can't get an ambulance, no orphans wander the streets, every child gets books and milk."

"This is my promise to you, I will use my life to fulfill it, and the morning light will eventually become the morning light of the morning people!"

"So," Christos raised his right hand high,

"Let's turn Dawn City into what its designers intended it to be!!
Let us take back the dawn that belongs to all! ! !
Let's get our rewards back! ! ! "

"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"

"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"

There was a mountain-like response from the entire avenue, and everyone raised their right hands, shouting together with the man on the podium.

He Ao glanced at the scene of mountains and tsunami, dragged his suitcase, and walked past the edge of the crowd.

At this time, a security guard passed through the dense and noisy crowd and handed Christos a blood-stained walkie-talkie.

　This chapter is the real 162 chapters, the titles of the two chapters yesterday were wrong (囧).

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