I don't have a system but I have a hammer

After nearly two hours of frantic driving, my body and brain are already exhausted to the point where I can almost fall to the ground and fall asleep.

Even stimulants are no longer effective, vitamin C drugs, respiratory dilators, and ATP drugs are even more difficult to sustain. The only thing that still works is...

Weak limbs, dizzy brain, tingling nerves, heavy breathing, cracked wounds, profuse blood and sweat, and general fatigue...

That's right, these bad friends are using their unique ways to continue to violently and violently to me, hoping to stop my progress, so that the body can get even a moment of rest as it wishes...

But do they think they can succeed?

No, absolutely impossible...

Because there is still a good friend who is more than high-spirited!

Resisting all negative attacks for me!

Yes, even if it is beaten, trampled, hacked, burned, fried, whipped with thorns, frozen and refrigerated by all the bad friends, it is still a good friend who holds his head high and stands upright...Brother Hammer!

It is difficult to embark on this road...

It's painful to walk this path...

Death on this road is inevitable...

But having Brother Hammer is lucky!

And I'm the one-in-a-million lucky guy...

That being the case, how dare I live up to...

more dare not...

"Stop...here...you can't get through!"

Hearing the sudden movement from the corner in front, I subconsciously activated the particle energy shield, squatted against the wall, and raised the tungsten cannon with extreme difficulty, while aiming at the darkness at the corner, while adjusting myself breathing state, ready to fire at any time...

In the next second, the hollow voice sounded again...

"With your current... physical condition, it is impossible...to hit me, but...I can give...you a chance to rest. After all, I...haven't hit anyone for many years..."

This time I heard clearly that it was the voice of a suspected middle-aged man. It sounded a little intermittent and procrastinated, which was extremely uncomfortable anyway, but I quickly realized one thing, people with this speaking habit , most of them are old people who have not communicated with the outside world for a long time...

And I generally call it, poor...

"Old stuff! Get out of the way!"

Seeing my bad attitude, he sneered and teased me in a relaxed tone...

"I can see...you are nervous...but please don't be nervous...I'm curious...where are your allies?"

I know that I am not in a good state, and if I can’t kill him by shooting rashly, I can only suffer the loss, so I gave myself ATP and vitamin C, and while waiting for the effect to spread throughout the body, I continued to argue with him...

"I don't need any bullshit allies, and it seems that you are the same, heh, let's have a fair fight, I win, you let me go, how about it?"

My little jijiu was quickly understood by him...

"You're holding the gun barrel... Tell me it's fair? Haha... It's impossible to let you pass by... But you can try to fight... But the question is... Can you do it?"

I frowned, and quickly turned on the thermal induction function. After a slight glance, my face immediately became serious...

Yeah, assuming this guy is hiding behind the corner, how does he know I have a gun?And now I am in a three-meter-high and five-meter-wide artificially dug rock passage. The fluorescent stone on the ground illuminates the road ahead very well, but I can't see the shadow reflected at the corner...

In the end, the rock channel under the thermal induction is all normal, plus the source energy in my prosthetic limb, this guy should have nowhere to hide, could it be that...

This guy is transmitting sound through the air?

After brainstorming for a few seconds, I casually responded...

"If you want to procrastinate and wait for the big troops to come, I advise you not to think about it, because..."

In the next second, with the power of the medicine pouring into my whole body, I activated the jets on the soles of my feet, rushed forward like an arrow from the string, and at the same time threw out the flying claws and swept across the corner, and even fired without looking at anyone. Count the shots...

bang bang bang!

And when I used the flying claw camera to see the situation around the corner, I knew it immediately, because there is indeed...

Empty!

It seems that this guy is playing empty city tricks, no wonder he told me to rest, what an idiot...

With a curl of my lips, I shot towards the corner, retracted my flying claws at the same time, and waved my hand towards the air...

"Sorry, I don't have time to play games with you, so I'm leaving..."

However, at this moment, a sneer broke out...

"On your left!"

In the next second, a layer of camouflage was suddenly lifted from the rock wall on the right, and a strong figure jumped out of it, kicking me who was flying in the air with one kick, and threw out three flashing cold shots in an extremely smooth manner. Mang's flying knife...

"Poor kid, even a sneak attack..."

ding ding ding~

Three crisp sounds, followed by a sudden end of laughter...

"Fake!"

Seeing that I was kicked to the corner without a hair being injured, and even casually removed the throwing knife on my head to get up, the man's face changed suddenly, and he threw a flash bomb on the ground very quickly, and met me. A large amount of white mist suddenly gushed out and disappeared into the narrow passage...

Holding grass?

This wave of operations stunned me, because although I didn't see the guy's face clearly, I caught the top of his smooth head...

What do you mean?

It means that this old guy has no system, secondly, he doesn't know how to take advantage of the victory, and thirdly, he doesn't know martial arts moves, and he doesn't even have a decent weapon. The throwing knife he throws is still her mother...

Broken?

The problem is, this guy's tone just now was so arrogant and scary, it's hard to imagine how he said this...

How could the alliance send such a funny guy to kill me?

Cursing my lips, I took a few steps back and stuck to the wall. First, I casually glanced at the empty passage in front of me, then weighed the throwing knife in my hand, and squatted down to check the ceiling of the passage. Finally, there was a cold look in my eyes. Raise the tungsten cannon and prepare to use firepower to cover this clown...

"You should know, the same trick..."

Hey?

and many more…

I touched the flying knife again, and I frowned...

This knife...

Why have no handle?

A knife without a handle is for…

Holding grass?

Is this guy...

Realizing a certain possibility, I immediately widened my eyes and shouted in shock...

"Man... man, is your wife a magician?"

Seeing that no one answered, I hastened to add a few more words...

"Are you her assistant? You came here a few years ago because the magic failed?"

Still no one answered, only a faint echo echoed in the tunnel, as if to say, "No one, no one, no one here, don't fucking shout, there's no one here!"

The corner of my eye twitched, and the bomb was released immediately...

"I slept with your wife!"