Chapter 223 NO00de: Shrinking the Earth

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, 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 could..."

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?"

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.

"Stop joking."

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, when Jim took out the hologram of the 9mm bullet, a plug-in installed in his brain analyzed the topological structure of the other party's representation, mixed with excitement and fear - if the other party had a gun in his hand, he might have fired it immediately.

So 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 Red Cabbage Soup Bar. But after hearing the other party claim to take him to the Deep Blue Zone, Jim immediately changed his mind.

Whether it was true or not, he did have to go to the Deep Blue Zone to get the thought box installed with a dead otaku digital personality.

It was just on the way.

Things had been going smoothly until here. But Jim finally missed two things to make it happen now.

First, the other party was much more frightened than he thought. He just provoked him casually on the road, and the other party directly pulled out a gun.

Second, the incident of someone putting two bullets in his head before was much more serious than he thought.

After listening to the other party, Jim squatted down to pick up the gun kicked by the other party, frowned and confirmed again:

"Tell me again, who are the dead?"

"Dali Sachi, the second-level representative of the Citizen Representative Council of the resettlement area government; K.K.P., the head of information security in the lighthouse, Clyde Lynch, the administrative director of Nord Biobank; Wang Linwen, the director of the counterintelligence department of Apollo Bio in Nord."

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

"All died of 9mm bullets? And all at the same time, 2:24 this morning?"

Jim continued to confirm.

"That's right."

The man nodded.

I also "died" at this time...

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

The dead were more important than each other, how could he enjoy the same treatment as these big shots?

Seeing Jim didn't say anything, the man continued:

"The intelligence departments of those forces have been mobilized, which is enough to find out the gender of every mouse in the Nord resettlement area, but so far they have not caught any murderer. Because the impact of the incident is too great, the news of these people's deaths is currently blocked. And now the only clue is..."

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

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

"To be honest, the only thing that surprised me is that they didn't directly use you to take the blame."

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 ends, they will launch a purge, and then no one in our family will survive."

So this is an organized action, and he is just a member of the assassination list-although he doesn't know why he is on the list.

But organized crime is much easier to investigate than crimes of passion... No wonder.

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

Even the head of the Apollo Biological Counterintelligence Department was dead. If the people who killed him found out that he was still alive, imagine how they would react?

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

And the person who killed him is probably a woman he knows.

Recalling the words he said to the murderer in his memory, "If this makes you feel better." Jim regretted that he didn't put a bottle of whiskey in his pocket when he left "Red Cabbage Soup".

He needs this now.

Forget it, let's go to the deep blue area first.

Thinking of this, Jim walked up, grabbed the other'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 his gun to pull off the man's hat and scarf - the one hiding under the brim of the hat and scarf was not an eight-foot-tall man, but a brown-skinned Hispanic girl who used equipment to disguise her height and body shape.

Her eyes were earlier imitation "Elise" type artificial eyes, with a small company logo in the iris. Probably because the infrared mode was turned on, both of her eyes were flashing blood-red.

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

At this moment, she was looking at herself in shock, and she didn't come to her senses until Jim asked her again.

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

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

"How did you do it just now? "

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

How could this be possible?

Could it be that the other party is an adjuster walking on the path of upgrading?

But even if it is an adjuster, it is impossible to shorten the space distance in such a way that violates the laws of physics, right?

"These are just some obstacles... This is shrinking the earth."

Jim, who was originally preparing to use "eye-catching tricks" to get away with it, looked at the other party's shocked face and couldn't help but make a joke.

"Shrinking the earth?"

Donata repeated it to confirm.

Jim also nodded very seriously:

"Being able to reach within ten steps in one step was originally a kind of Taoist technique. It is said that hundreds of years ago, an Oriental samurai learned this technique and used it in swordsmanship."