Hunter: I'm really not a mind remover

Chapter 65 Shooting Down
Sure enough, it was impossible to leave Laxiang City unimpeded all the way.

Hearing the sound of propellers approaching from behind, Moyou rolled down the car window, unfastened his seat belt, leaned his upper body out of the window, and looked at the sky behind him.

Under the bright moonlight, an armed helicopter could barely be seen flying towards their direction.

On the road farther away, dozens of lights were lit up.

Those are the headlights of the cars. Roughly, there are at least twenty cars starting.

However, compared to this large number of convoys, the armed helicopters in the sky are the biggest threat.

"This distance...is it already within range? There is no direct attack, is it more inclined to control the situation first... This is good news, and it must be resolved before the other party reveals its attack intention."

Moyou stared closely at the armed helicopter, his eyes slightly dignified.

He hasn't swelled enough to think that he can withstand the attack of the armed helicopter with "Psychic Defense" alone.

That single large-caliber machine gun can definitely tear him and Sambika into pieces with ease.

Flesh resists bullets, blocks rockets with bare hands...

That was a special session for first-rate reinforcement system abilities.

As a matter of fact, even if a person with normal mind ability is facing the shooting of a 9mm caliber pistol, even if he uses "Concentration" to defend accurately, he may not be unscathed.

However, hot weapons such as rifles and submachine guns, which are more powerful, can pose a substantial threat to those who do not know the ability to "strengthen" under the premise that they cannot be avoided.

With Moyou's current comprehensive level of reading skills, even a car explosion would be enough, let alone a machine gun equipped on an armed helicopter.

"It's an armed helicopter, and at least twenty cars."

Moyou retreated into the car and briefly explained what he had observed.

Bisji, who was in charge of driving, realized the seriousness of the situation.

On terrain with such a wide field of view, taxis will never be able to hide from armed helicopters.

If you don't do something, if you are caught up by armed helicopters and then shoot at them, the taxi will disintegrate and explode.

In her words, there is no need to worry about life-threatening, but it is different with Moyu and Sambika in the car.

Just when Bisji was thinking about how to deal with it, Moyou's voice rang in his ears.

"Bisji, I'll drive."

"Ok?"

Bi Siji turned his head and glanced at Moyou, without asking any questions, and simply exchanged places with Moyou.

Moyou firmly controlled the steering wheel, looked ahead, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Bisji, who had switched to the co-pilot seat, leaned out of the window to observe the situation behind him.

Basically, the convoy that was left far behind can be ignored, that is, the armed helicopter is getting closer...

"Bishji."

While driving the car, Moyou asked: "If you are given a "small ball", are you confident that you will hit the armed helicopter? "

"Hard to say."

Bisji retreated into the car, frowning slightly.

Even in girl form, it's not difficult at all for her to blow up a gunship with one punch.

But in this case, it is a bit difficult for her to "shoot down" the armed helicopter at least 800 meters away with a small ball.

Moyou calmly said: "Try it, you don't need to take power into account, as long as you can send the "ball" to the vicinity of the armed helicopter. "

While speaking, he used his "soul echo" ability to simulate the shadow injected with thought power into a black ball about the size of a tennis ball.

"Row."

Bisji didn't ask any more questions.

In such a situation where time is racing against time, she swiftly picked up the black ball that Moyu had imitated with a shadow, and immediately leaned out of the car window again, looking at the armed helicopter in the sky behind.

With this posture, you don't need to think about "whether you can shoot it down", but just send the black ball nearby, there should be no problem.

Having read this, Bisiji threw the black ball violently with his bare hands.

Swah——

The black ball turned into a black shadow and flew towards the armed helicopter in the air.

Pilots in charge of flying armed helicopters have relatively good dynamic vision.

He vaguely saw a black shadow flying towards him. Although he couldn't confirm what the black shadow was for a moment, he still controlled the armed helicopter to the left like a conditioned reflex.

His emergency control successfully avoided a black ball that was supposed to hit the front end of the armed helicopter.

however--

The black ball turned into a black cloth in the next moment!
"cloth?!"

This was the last exclamation of the driver before his death.

And the black cloth stretched against the wind became the last picture the driver saw before his death.

The black cloth imitated by the shadow was entangled with the armed helicopter in an instant, thus forcing the armed helicopter to fall straight to the ground in a rather rough way.

"Boom!"

The crashed helicopter gunship exploded violently.

Accompanied by deafening explosions, the soaring flames lit up the sky.

"very good."

Seeing Moyou solve the threat in this way, Bi Siji secretly praised him.

The convoy following the armed helicopter also witnessed the rapid crash and explosion of the armed helicopter.

"what!?"

"Crash..."

"What happened?!"

Inside the car, the gang members were all shocked, not understanding what happened.

Moyou, who was driving, let out a suppressed scream, and because of the intense pain, his body shook uncontrollably.

Affected by its condition, the taxi, which was driving smoothly on the road, suddenly shook from side to side.

"Brother Kester?"

"Kester..."

Even without the obvious body shaking, Bisji and Sangbika noticed Moyu's strangeness in an instant.

That reaction was like the body was suffering some kind of intense pain.

"Is it capacity constraints...?"

The experienced Bisji quickly realized what was going on.

Moyou was sweating coldly from the pain, and instead of answering Bi Siji's question, he reluctantly straightened the car.

But Bisji didn't need Moyu's answer, and he could make a correct judgment through this phenomenon.

This form of oath...

It seems that Kester's little brother's ability to read is not that simple.

"Change it back."

Bisji suppressed his astonishment and suggested.

"it is good."

Moyu responded.

Then the two switched places again.

The taxi fell silent.

Bisji concentrated on driving, while Sangbika in the back seat watched Moyu with a curious look.

"call……"

Moyou leaned back on the chair and let out a light breath.

Pain endurance training...

A long way to go.

I don't know how long it will take to practice to reach Qi Ya's level.

In memory, one of the most impressive images of Moyou was that Qi Ya was able to fall asleep unaffected by Mi Ji's full whipping.

This kind of ability cultivated solely by perseverance can obviously bring ultimate "stability" to those with nostalgia.

Whether it is the maintenance of the ability to read, or the skill of reading...

So in order to reach that level faster, Moyou doesn't mind experiencing the pain of death once.

(End of this chapter)