Chapter 266 Copy? You've Been Fooled

The dark blue light flickered silently, and the peeper's pupils zoomed in and brought the distant scene to his eyes, with the details clearly imaged on the retina.

"Interesting, it's not about saving people, but just killing people. But if it's about killing people, why wait until the woman dies before doing it?"

The peeper was full of doubts, and it was really hard to figure out the hidden connection behind it:

"If it's to save people, you should do it in advance. If you just want to kill people, wouldn't it be more fun to kill two? In this situation, it can't be to punish the sins, right?"

He simply stopped thinking about it, but restrained his breath more and more, minimizing his presence.

He raised his arm slowly, and a dark index finger in his sleeve stretched out silently, aiming at the back of the target from a distance, and a virtual crosshair appeared in the center of his pupils.

"Calculate the target's trajectory, shoot after three seconds, and the probability of hitting is 97%!"

The cold calculation prompt sound echoed in his cochlea, and he held his breath and concentrated, and began to count down in his heart.

He counted silently: "Three."

Feng Mu stood steadily, stepping lightly on the shadow of the drunkard. Suddenly, he stretched out his arm, and his palm turned into a sharp claw, piercing the drunkard's back as lightly as piercing a piece of tofu.

"Two!"

Feng Mu retracted his palm, and spread his palm to reveal a bloody heart, which was still beating, and blood was splashing.

The drunkard's fist drooped weakly, and his body fell backwards with inertia, falling backwards into the trash can, and his face was tightly pressed against the female corpse inside.

"One!"

The iron cover of the trash can fell with a clang, and Feng Mu looked down at the heart in his hand, stunned.

Behind him, dark fingers peeled like an onion, revealing a cold gun hole, and a silver bullet shot out.

"Siu——"

The peeper made a whistle with his lips, but did not make any sound. He just dubbed in his mind. He had a happy look on his face, as if he had predicted the wonderful scene of the target being shot and falling to the ground in the next second.

[...You have absorbed the resentment of the dead, and the evil iron stored in your body has been slightly digested. ]

[You are peeping into a fresh heart! ]

[You have seen an ability that has not yet dissipated from this heart. ]

[Alcoholism lv3: Your resistance to alcohol +12, you are not easily anesthetized by alcohol. ]

[Do you want to copy? ]

"Copy!"

Feng Mu mastered the use of the [Blood Strip Weird Eye] lv2 skill with just one try, although he did not get the surprising "big prize" for the first copy, which was just a seemingly useless ability.

But the drunkard had already paid for him, and Feng Mu could not bear to refuse the drunkard's dying gift.

A row of copy skill bars appeared on the system panel: Alcoholism lv3

The next moment, the system panel suddenly closed, and a row of red exclamation marks flashed-[You were attacked!!!].

Feng Mu's pupils suddenly contracted, and the stress-injured muscles on his back suddenly tightened. Then, a layer of bumpy bones, like ancient armor, surged out from under his back flesh.

Accompanied by a tooth-aching friction sound, the broken foreign body was squeezed out and fell to the ground. It was a broken silver bullet.

Feng Mu turned around and reached his left hand to touch his back. A small needle was pulled out, and a few drops of transparent anesthetic liquid were still hanging on the tip of the needle.

He threw the needle away casually, and at the same time, his right hand suddenly clenched, and his heart, which had been petrified at some point, was crushed under this powerful force.

The crushed lime floated out from between his fingers and drifted with the wind to the right eye flashing blue light in the distance.

The blue light's right eye shrank, and the smile on his face froze before it could dissipate. His dynamic vision quickly captured a string of irregular white bullets, piercing through the scattered lime and spinning out several straight gray marks.

The peeper suddenly shrank his head to avoid it, and a cut was made on his cheek.

He quickly magnified the details of the captured picture - there were several strangely shaped bones embedded in the wall.

The peeper's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but screamed: "Phalanges? You also had a transformation implant? ! ! No, there's no such thing in the intelligence data..."

The peeper's exclamation was interrupted, he suddenly looked up, the blue light in his right eye flashed sharply, and he saw a figure suddenly moving from dozens of meters away.

In an instant, a string of illusory figures appeared, and at first glance, it seemed that there were more than a dozen figures, all rising at the same time, rushing to kill him.

Quick!

It was not the kind of light speed, but a violent attack. The concrete ground was crushed by the stomping, like waves swept by the wind, following the figures that could not be distinguished in how many.

Feng Mu used all his strength, more than 24 points of strength, coupled with the soul-chasing step that broke the limit, so that he could run out of the terrifying momentum of more than a dozen violent evil ghosts attacking and eating people.

The peeper stared hard, and the electronic eye slowed down again and again, and finally barely caught a trace of white overlap, which was the strange bone armor that bulged high on the man's back.

"The fourth figure is real!"

The electronic eye was running almost smoking, and the virtual frame that captured back and forth finally locked the focus firmly on one of the figures.

The peeper suddenly raised his arms and crossed them in front of his chest, and hurriedly growled: "Misunderstanding!"

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Bang!

The air exploded, and the huge force caused the air to vibrate into ripples that were visible to the naked eye. The air flow whistled like a knife and cut on the face of the attacker.

Tear open the cut on his face, revealing the twitching red flesh inside.

Crunch——

With a strange collision sound, the peeper's feet sank into the concrete floor, and his body seemed to be hit by a dump truck. His body moved back inch by inch, and his feet plowed two deep grooves on the ground.

"I told you it was a misunderstanding!"

The peeper panted, and he suddenly pulled out his right foot. The moment his trouser leg was pulled off the ground, it was torn to pieces, revealing his bloody ankle inside. At an extremely tricky angle, he suddenly kicked upwards, and the straightened tip of the shoe poked Feng Mu's chin.

Poison dragon poking!

The air made a hissing sound when it was poked.

However, Feng Mu was not moved at all, and he didn't even respond a word from beginning to end.

There was only a haze that penetrated into his bones in his eyes. It was this silent and coldness that made the peeper feel cold in his heart.

Feng Mu turned his head to the side, grabbed back with his right hand, and the air was filled with crane cries.

His five fingers were bent into hooks, and the hideous phalanges pierced the flesh. The whole palm seemed to have doubled in an instant, and it grabbed the toes that were poking at him.

"Implant modification, absolutely correct, you can't be a drug..."

The peeper cursed in his heart, the intelligence was seriously wrong, when his toes were grabbed, half of the sole of his foot suddenly cracked, and his shoes were blown apart, and a rotating steel drill was drilled out.

Poison dragon poke? ! !

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Traditional martial arts can no longer keep up with the times, now it's electric drill poison dragon poke!

The corners of the peeper's mouth twisted, revealing a hideous smile: "Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Ha, you've been fooled, go to hell-"