Chapter 196 Silent Warrior
"Have you ever heard of a psychic talent called 'Mechanical Muteness'?"
Mr. Xue stood at the door, with his hands behind his back, looking confidently at the entire slum.
He couldn't take another step forward, otherwise the projection equipment would not be able to take him into account.
"Mechanical prohibition?"
Hearing this question, the fisherman thought calmly for a few seconds and then shook his head seriously.
President Xue smiled calmly: "Of course you haven't heard of it, because those who possess this kind of psychic talent have been killed by the mechanical race and dare not show up, and all relevant information has been deleted."
The fisherman asked: "Can this talent render mechanical creations ineffective?"
"That's right." Mr. Xue nodded. "This psychic talent will form a special field around itself, making all mechanical-related creatures or objects ineffective. The carriers of this talent once caused a great panic within the mechanical race. They were called 'Silent Warriors'."
“There is such a past.”
The fisherman suddenly realized that he had been busy escaping during the war years and had not cared about these things.
After the war ended, a large amount of relevant information was sealed up by the Mechanical Clan.
During the war, the human race produced countless heroes, but with the passage of time and the deliberate suppression of the mechanical race, many heroic stories have become legends.
It is said that when the human race was overthrown, a powerful silent warrior went alone into the heart of the mechanical race and assassinated the mechanical master Eifel, and almost succeeded.
Some people also said that it had been successful and even the data was completely destroyed, but the mechanical overlord came back to life for some reason.
"After the assassination, the owners of this talent became the targets of the mechanical race, and the mechanical race does not accept any form of surrender."
"A few went into hiding, but most died in the pursuit."
"This talent is unique to the human race. No member of the mechanical race has ever awakened it, and neither has the Zerg."
The true identity of this Mr. Xue seems to be very high. He can know this kind of information involving racial secrets and can spread it at will.
There is more information about the Zerg in the Zero Point Tavern and the Mechanical Tribe.
"The killer who appeared tonight is most likely the owner of this talent." Mr. Xue analyzed calmly, "He can cause such a large range of gun problems. His strength is not weak, and his psychic power is not lower than level 3. However, this person does not exist in the Zero Point Tavern in the southwest area, unless this is his second talent that he has been hiding very well."
As they were talking, a cold night wind blew through the conference room, carrying a strong smell of blood.
Suddenly, a scream was heard from a dark corner below.
"ah--"
Hearing the sound, the fisherman's heart tightened. All the muscles in his body tensed up. He tightly gripped the handle of the gun in the holster at his waist. Because he was holding on too tightly, several of his fingers turned white.
In the blink of an eye, a black shadow suddenly flashed before everyone's eyes.
The next moment, the dark shadow came to the door.
“Tick…”
The blood slowly flowed down the blade to the tip of the blade, then dripped and splashed blood on the ground.
The scene of his sudden appearance was comparable to that of a horror movie. Even though the fisherman tried his best to remain calm, he was still frightened and took a half step back. A chill spread from his back to his whole body.
In the conference room, more than a dozen light blue projections sitting there stood up at the same time, some in surprise, some in calmness, and looked carefully at Su Xia at the door.
They were far away in another city, their bodies were safe, and they were not as frightened as the fisherman.
"We finally managed to break out of the encirclement, but we didn't kill the fisherman right away."
"It seems that his purpose is not that strong. We can negotiate."
"Yes, he is a smart man."
"Maybe you can become our friend."
“…”
These dozen people all claimed to be smart and thought they could see through people's hearts, and they all made judgments at the first moment.
The fisherman had the same thought, so he calmed down a lot.
But he did not speak. Instead, he looked at Mr. Xue who was also at the door, quietly waiting for Mr. Xue's irresistible price.
"You are very strong." Mr. Xue said, "You did not choose the easier way of sneaking in, but attacked head-on. This shows your confidence in your own strength. A novice would not have this kind of confidence. You should have been famous for a long time, but your superficial identity is not what you are now."
He did not offer his chips at the first moment, but started to analyze Su Xia personally.
The more analysis he does and the more accurate it is, the more initiative he can gain in the negotiation.
Mr. Xue is very young, and appears to be in his twenties, but he has a calmness and confidence that does not match his age.
He organized his sentences and continued, "We are actually very similar. We don't need to be on opposite sides. If..."
But before he could finish, Su Xia walked through his projection with two swords in hand and walked straight towards the fisherman behind him.
The fisherman's face changed instantly.
"What do you want to do?"
He pulled out the gun from his waist, his hand holding the gun trembling slightly, and he stepped back repeatedly, trying to distance himself from Su Xia.
But if he retreated further, there would be a wall and he had nowhere to retreat!
In terms of business acumen, he is an absolute master in this slum, but in terms of strength, his psychic ability is less than level 1, and he is not as good as many gang leaders.
His close combat experience is close to zero.
At this moment, facing Su Xia who was like the god of death, the fisherman's face turned pale. Even though he knew the gun was useless, he still pulled the trigger hard.
As expected, the gun in his hand had no reaction.
"call out--"
A cold light flashed.
He didn't see anything clearly, but he felt a pain in his right shoulder.
“Crack !”
The pain turned into a severe pain, instantly radiating from his shoulder to the right upper body, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
It was the bloody scimitar that pierced his shoulder and suddenly stabbed into the wall behind him, leaving only a bloody handle in front of his shoulder.
"hiss……"
The intense pain made the fisherman gasp for air repeatedly, and his pale face trembled slightly.
He realized he was pinned to the wall.
At this moment, even the slightest movement would cause him excruciating pain.
Before he could do anything, another scimitar flew over and stabbed into his left shoulder.
"ah!"
He finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried out in pain.
Two knives, one on the left and one on the right, pinned him to the wall, leaving him no chance to escape.
The fisherman's face was pale and his whole body was trembling. He felt like he had half a foot in hell .
What terrified him was that Su Xia did not kill him right away, but instead nailed him to the wall, obviously intending to torture him first.
These professional, veteran, and high-level killers basically all know some ways of torture.
"Wait a moment!"
Mr. Xue at the door shouted, his face not looking good.
Su Xia's action just now directly overturned the analysis results of him and more than a dozen other people, like an invisible slap in the face.
"You came here with a purpose, not just to kill someone. What information do you want to find out?"
He tried to get Su Xia's attention and asked, "Someone wants to get involved in Coral City's drug business, right?"
But Su Xia still ignored him and didn't say a word. The eyes behind the black mask were as cold as a machine.
He just walked quietly to the fisherman and pulled out the knife from his right shoulder.
"ah--!"
The fisherman screamed in pain, blood gushed out from his shoulder, instantly soaking his upper body clothes.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Su Xia turned the knife over and stabbed it into his right shoulder again.
“Crack!”
Last time the blade was pointing downwards, this time it was pointing upwards, and although the stab was in the same spot, the damage caused was completely different.
The fisherman was pierced through again with such pain that he almost died. He screamed in agony and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his head.
But Su Xia did not stop. Instead, he suddenly pulled out the knife from his left shoulder and did the same thing again.
"ah……"
The severe pain almost made the fisherman collapse.
He begged, "What do you want to know? Speak, are you here just to torture me?"
But Su Xia still did not answer. Instead, he took two steps back, as if he was examining some work of art, quietly admiring the fisherman's continuous wailing.
He didn't move. His extremely cruel method and calm and serious thinking were like the opposing ends of light and darkness, full of contradictions and strange attraction.
The dozen or so people felt a chill in their hearts, realizing that they had underestimated the killer.
"Name your price!"
Mr. Xue suddenly spoke, no longer wasting time speculating, and stared straight at Su Xia.
He rarely got ignored again and again, and he was a little angry at the moment. Su Xia's behavior made the promise he had made to the fisherman a joke, which made him very annoyed.
From the beginning, things were out of his control.
Who is behind the other party?
But Su Xia ignored him again, as if she didn't hear him at all. There was only the fisherman covered in blood in her cold eyes.
He took out a small translucent bottle and shook it gently. The solution in the bottle appeared slightly turbid.
Then he opened the cork of the glass bottle with slow and steady movements and placed the cork on the table beside him.
“Sizzle…”
The part of the table that was in contact with the cork actually made a sizzling sound and emitted a terrifying black smoke, and the surrounding area was corroding and turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this scene, the dozen or so guys who were projected over felt a chill down their spines.
The fisherman's scalp was numb, his face was twisted with pain and fear, and he shouted with terrified eyes: "What do you want to know? Just ask, just ask! I will tell you everything!"
After he shouted this, Su Xia suddenly stopped.
But Mr. Xue was furious, his face was quite ugly, and he said angrily: "Fisherman, don't forget the confidentiality agreement we signed!"
"Fuck the agreement!"
The fisherman cursed loudly while enduring the severe pain. At this moment of life and death, there was nothing to worry about.
Now he was the only one here to endure the torture of this killer.
The other dozen people and Mr. Xue were all watching in another city. Their lives were not in danger. It was a typical case of talking without any pain.
"Fisherman, you disappoint me." Mr. Xue was filled with anger.
"Disappointed? You'll only be satisfied if I'm tortured to death, right?"
The fisherman was equally angry and spitted.
From beginning to end, Su Xia didn't say a word, but the two parties started fighting among themselves.
