Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 223 NO.00de: Shuchichi

"Bang!"

The gunfire illuminated the dim corridor for a moment, and the bullet shot towards Jim at a speed more than twice as fast as the gunshot.

Before he even had time to hear the sound of the bullet coming out of the barrel, the bullet had already hit where the gunman was aiming - the bullet not only passed through Jim's forehead, but also hit the hard rock wall behind him. Then it bounced irregularly several times in the narrow corridor, hitting several weak sparks.

but……

The gunman looked at Jim in shock, standing unharmed.

"how come……"

Just now, I clearly saw that I shot and penetrated the opponent's head... At this distance, with the accuracy of my shooting, it was impossible to make a mistake.

But at this moment, the other person's forehead... let alone bullet holes, there wasn't even a mark.

Could it be that... the other party is just a holographic hot bait?

The shooter immediately thought of a possibility.

Holographic thermal decoys, holographic projections with thermal optical deception effects, are expensive concealment equipment that some elite special operations forces will equip in urban mercenary wars.

That's right, this is the only possibility - in other words, the other party is prepared. He has been showing off his projection, while the main body is hiding nearby in optical camouflage.

Thinking of this, the gunman raised his pistol and immediately became alert.

However, the opponent's next action confused the shooter.

"Parabellum 9mm pistol bullet, lead core copper jacket..."

As Jim spoke, he lowered his hand holding the revolver without any intention of fighting back.

He ignored the gun pointed at him, took a few steps back, and then squatted down like an Asian.

The gunner's enhanced vision was able to see clearly in the dim corridor. A bullet with several dents was right in front of Jim's crouching position. The remaining kinetic energy from the previous shot made it spin like a top on the smooth ground.

Jim picked it up and put it under his nose to smell it.

"Hmm...there's also the smell of nitrate and sulfur."

He raised his head and smiled at himself:

"So, this kind of old antique powered by gunpowder..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The moment he confirmed that Jim had actually picked up the bullet, the gunman pulled the trigger three times on the opponent's forehead, neck and heart.

Gun smoke rose from the muzzle, and the three bullets once again hit exactly where they were aiming. However, just like when he fired the gun before, the three bullets did not have any impact on the other party.

It was as if the other party was just a holographic ghost.

"...the channels all come from you?"

Jim, who was completely unscathed, stood up and finished his words. His previous shot only caused the other party to pause for a moment, as if he was waiting for him to finish his words.

The gunman did not dare to shoot again, but Jim held the bullet in his hand and threw it towards the opponent.

The "middleman" subconsciously caught the bullet with the hand that was not holding the gun - it was still hot the moment he took it.

Feeling the temperature of the bullet, the "middleman" looked at Jim in front of him doubtfully - if he were a real ghost, there was no way he would have picked up a bullet from the ground and thrown it to him.

"How did you do it?"

The "middleman" was puzzled.

"It's just some boring cover-up."

Jim shrugged, as if it were just some gimmick that didn't work at all. Then he raised his arm with a straight face and pointed the revolver in his hand at the opponent.

"But I'm pretty sure the gun in my hand can hit you, so please cooperate and put your hand where I can see it. Then slowly put the gun on the ground."

"Who is the person behind you?"

The "middleman" who squatted down obediently followed the instructions and asked.

"Janus? Or the First One?"

Jim tilted his head, as if thinking for a while, then shrugged and replied.

"Do not make jokes."

The man said somewhat sullenly.

"If you don't believe it, then stop talking nonsense and kick the gun under your feet over to me. Remember to keep your hands where I can see them at all times."

Jim, who was holding the gun, said impatiently.

Looking at the black muzzle, the other party had no choice but to do as he was told. In the process, the man asked again:

"So, who sent you here to investigate us?"

"Of course it's someone who was almost hit by the bullet you made. Who else could it be?"

Jim stopped the opponent's gun like he was stopping a ball and said casually.

And this answer made the other party even more confused.

"Who? Is there anyone who survived the assassination?"

The other party's answer made Jim, who was about to point at his head, suddenly stop what he was saying.

Recently, someone was inquiring about the flow of gunpowder weapons into the upper floors of the settlement area - this was information Jim obtained from the Slavic owner of the "Red Soup Bar".

In other words, someone like me was inquiring about the smuggling of gunpowder weapons. This made him choose to take advantage of the situation.

So, he pretended to be ignorant and directly found the suspicious "middleman" who had refused to reveal his identity.

During the conversation between the two parties, when Jim took out the hologram of the nine-millimeter bullet, a plug-in installed in his mind analyzed the emotions mixed with excitement and fear from the topological structure of the other party's representation— —If the other party holds a gun in his hand, he might fire it immediately.

Then, Jim knew that he must have found the right person.

Originally, he planned to find a deserted place to subdue the other party after leaving the cabbage soup bar. But after hearing the other party claiming to take him to the deep blue zone, Jim immediately changed his mind.

Whether it was true or not, I really had to go to the deep blue zone to get the thought box that installed a certain dead nerd's digital personality.

Just in time.

Things have been going smoothly until here. But in this situation, Jim finally missed two things.

First, the other party was more frightened than he thought. He just provoked him casually on the road, and the other party drew his gun directly.

Secondly, the incident where someone put two bullets into his head was far more serious than he thought.

After listening to what the other party said, Jim knelt down to pick up the gun that the other party kicked over, frowning and confirming again:

"Tell me again, how many people died?"

"Daly Sage, the second-level representative of the Citizens' Representative Council of the Resettlement Area Government; K.K.P., the head of information security in Beacon; Clyde Lynch, the administrative director of Nord Biobank; the head of the counterintelligence department of Apollo Biotech in Nord Wang Linwen.”

The "middleman" read out the string of names again without any emotion.

"They were all killed by nine-millimeter bullets? And they were all killed at the same time, 2:24 this morning?"

Jim continued to confirm.

"Is such that."

The man nodded.

I am also "dead" at this time...

After confirming again, Jim suddenly had the urge to hide his face.

The dead people are each heavier than the others. How can I enjoy the same treatment as these big shots?

Seeing that Jim was silent, the man continued:

"The intelligence departments of those forces have been activated, enough to find out the male and female of every rat in the Nord settlement area, but so far they have not caught any murderers. Because the impact of the incident is too great, the news of these people's deaths has not yet been All under lockdown. And the only clue now is..."

"The only clue is that the bullets used when they were killed were produced by you."

When Jim opened his mouth, the other party said the rest of his words, and then continued:

"To be honest, the only thing I'm surprised about is that they didn't blame you directly."

The man shook his head:

"They only gave us three days to investigate where the sold bullets went and help them find the murderer or the person behind the murderer. Otherwise, once the intelligence control is over, they will launch a crackdown. By then, our family will be alone No one can survive."

So this was an organized operation, and he was just a member of the assassination list - although he didn't know why he was on the list.

However, compared to crimes of passion, organized crime has too many investigations... which is strange.

Jim could almost smell the trouble in this matter, but this time, he couldn't lock himself in the room, drink wine and wait for the murderer to come again.

Even the director of the Apollo Biological Counterintelligence Division is dead. If the person who killed him found out that he was still alive, imagine how they would react?

But another question is, what if this matter is not a personal grudge, but a premeditated political assassination. Then why do I enjoy the same treatment as those big guys?

And the person who killed him was most likely a woman he knew.

Recalling the words he said to the murderer in his memory, "If this makes you feel better.", Jim regretted that he had not put a bottle of whiskey in his pocket when he left "Beetroot Soup".

He needs this now.

Forget it, let’s go to the dark blue zone first.

Thinking of this, Jim stepped forward, grabbed the other person's arm and lifted him up.

"Let's go, by the way. Now you can always tell me what your name is."

"Little girl."

Jim said, using the barrel of the gun to pull off the other person's hat and scarf - the person under the hat and scarf was not an eight-foot-tall man, but a brown-skinned Latin American who used equipment to disguise his height and body shape. American girl.

Her eyes were earlier imitation "Elise" type prosthetic eyes, with a small company logo in the irises. Probably because the infrared mode was turned on, both of her eyes were shining with blood red light.

In addition, in order to assist the operation of these eyes, her eye sockets and the upper bridge of her nose have traces of modification and implantation. A bright silver molding line surrounds the eye socket with a gentle curve like a pair of goggles.

At this moment, she was looking at herself in shock, and it wasn't until Jim asked her again that she recovered.

"Donata...my name is Donata Guzman, a member of the Classic Coffee Gang."

She answered subconsciously, then looked at Jim blankly and said:

"How on earth did you just do that?"

In her previous vision, Jim, who was about ten steps away from her, only took one step to come to her side, and then lifted her up.

How is this possible?

Could it be that the other party is some kind of adjuster walking on the path of promotion?

But even an adjuster wouldn't be able to shorten the space distance in such a way that violates the laws of physics, right?

"These are just some obstacles...this is Shukuchi."

Jim, who was originally planning to use a "blind cover" method to prevaricate, saw the shocked look on the other party's face and couldn't help but make a joke out of interest.

"Shuchichi?"

Donata repeated her confirmation.

Jim also nodded very seriously:

"It can be reached in one step within ten steps. It was originally a Taoist technique. It is said that hundreds of years ago, an Eastern samurai learned to use this technique in swordsmanship."