Deceitful Game

Chapter 235 He fucking started spinning!

Green rays spread out like a net, shattering the windows of the tall buildings on both sides.

Mingpo didn't even look at them and walked straight ahead.

Because he only needs to hit the target once.

For these Nest City people who have little protection, being hit means death.

This is Takaten Life's "Disintegration-14," a rifle that fires special subsonic bullets. The Executive Department typically uses this type of weapon. Its bullets travel at a very slow speed, do not produce a sonic boom, and therefore generate much less noise. Its bullets shatter automatically upon contact with sufficiently strong materials, thus preventing the possibility of ricochets causing innocent casualties indoors.

If it hits a person, the cone-shaped bullet at the front is enough to shatter ordinary bulletproof armor, while the bullet core inside will automatically break after entering the body.

The intense pain can instantly stop a person from moving, and the injected nanoviruses will automatically invade the body, quickly putting the person into a terrible... near-permanent hibernation.

During this sleep, genes enter a state of irreversible collapse.

Even if someone secretly snatches it away, it's useless. Without the antidote, it's destined to die within two days from genetic collapse. All organs will fail, and the body will turn into a pile of rotten flesh. In this situation, the unawakened coma becomes a form of humanitarian protection. And if it's an accidental injury, or if it still has value... then after the other party stops resisting, simply grab them and inject them with different antidotes to temporarily delay the poisoning or cure them.

This gun is the epitome of Gao Tian's life.

If you follow the rules, there will be room for discussion in everything; but if you try to escape or rebel, you will surely die.

[The collar was detected to be in a critical state]

Threat detected

[Fire detected]

[Prepared for annihilation]

[Marking threat]

Words flowed before Mingpo's eyes.

His vision turned black and white, and suddenly widened, as if the entire world were reflected in a concave lens. Meanwhile, those hostile to him gradually glowed red amidst the gray-white crowd.

"Switch to powerful scan mode."

"Mingbo gave the order."

He felt a buzzing in his spine, and hot air was escaping from the vents on both sides of his spine.

The next moment, it's not just the people you see in front of you.

Even the hostile units inside the tall buildings on both sides were scanned and marked by Minper.

He suddenly felt an itch on his back, so Mingpo turned slightly to the side.

His personal time was accelerated by three times, and his thinking speed was increased by five times. That adds up to a fifteen-fold time difference.

In his world, slowed down by fifteen times, a shot was anticipated and locked onto Mingper's back.

To the surrounding Nest City people, Mingbo was practically a god!

His body became completely blurred in an instant, and eighteen shots were fired.

Then, as if teleporting, he appeared a step away at a speed completely invisible to the naked eye, narrowly avoiding a sniper bullet fired from behind.

Immediately afterwards, Mingpo turned around and fired a shot, taking down the sniper instantly.

Someone raised an old-fashioned machine gun and opened fire on Mingper without any regard for the civilians around him.

But Mingpo's body flashed by like a ghost, always appearing directly in front of the barrage of bullets. It seemed as if a continuous barrage would easily tear him apart. Yet, in the end, only the civilians and gang members around him were torn to shreds by the bullets; Mingpo's clothes remained untouched. Mingpo raised his hand and fired a shot, a green line shooting out, and the machine gunner instantly fell into a sweet slumber.

Someone tried to take the machine gun, but he was shot dead as soon as he got close.

The scariest thing is... Mingpo didn't switch to single-shot mode at all.

He pulled the trigger all the way down, and then, between the two bullets, aimed it at the next, different target.

He was indeed a sharpshooter who could "take out an enemy with every bullet."

But Mingper's gun is a repeating shot.

"He's fucking spinning!"

Someone shouted desperately at the top of their lungs.

Through walls, locks, X-ray vision.

The eldest brother isn't even acting anymore, how are we supposed to fight?!

The battle had only been going on for seven or eight seconds when Mingpo had just emptied his first magazine.

But as he stood in the middle of the street leisurely reloading, no one dared to fire at him anymore. No one gave the order to continue the attack… or rather, once the sniper was taken out, they knew Mingper was beyond their capabilities.

Because everyone already understands.

This is not even in the same league.

Mingbo is 28 years old this year, and he has only been in the executive department for six years.

To be able to climb to the position of section chief at this age, without any descendants, is enough to prove his talent.

At Gaotian Life Sciences, a section chief is already considered a mid-level leader.

Gaotian Life has fifteen hierarchical levels, from G1 to G15. Interns are G2, non-project staff are G3, specialists are G4… and section chiefs are already G7. Below Mingbo are supervisors and deputy section chiefs, and above them are department heads and directors.

Above the director level are the board members.

These were all earned by Mingpo through his own hard work and dedication.

"You may have met other corporate dogs."

Mingpo said calmly, casually tossing the replaced magazine on the ground, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "But you've probably never seen a dog of my caliber."

"Come on, babies. I'll give you another chance. Who's in charge?"

Mingpo's voice trailed off, but no one responded.

The streets were silent, yet surprisingly no one had fled.

Even if someone was accidentally shot or killed by machine gun fire, the rest of the people remained sitting in place without uttering a sound.

His face was completely numb.

Mingpo didn't stand still to wait for an answer; he simply continued walking forward.

He stepped on the broken parts, making a crunching sound.

He slowly raised his hand and aimed at a "little red man" in the distance within his field of vision.

The man immediately realized what was happening and turned to run away.

In Mingpo's field of vision, a frame appeared behind the man as he fled.

Mingpu aimed directly at the frame and pulled the trigger.

The subsonic bullet hit the frame perfectly, and the man happened to run there; the frame was exactly where his head was.

Fresh blood spurted out.

"Who is in charge?"

Mingpo asked again.

As he spoke, he aimed his gun at someone in another direction.

The man, unaware of what was happening on the other side, also tried to turn and run away, but he couldn't escape.

"Who is in charge?"

"...Yes, it's me."

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer.

If he doesn't come out soon, his brothers might mutini and push him out.

A middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd. He wore a gas mask, an old-fashioned prosthetic arm, and a worn-out orange-yellow hazmat suit with several holes.

His face was covered in sweat, whether from the heat or fear, it was hard to tell. Behind the pale yellow viewing window of the upper half of the gas mask, fear and regret could be seen flickering in his eyes.

Clearly, this was the first time he had ever seen firsthand just how capable the company's people were.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so shocked by such a trivial matter.