Ziqing has now formed a kind of inertia when he enters the mission.
The first thing is to check your authority, whether you can practice immortal arts, etc., and then you are familiar with the skills you have.
So she used her knowledge of pharmacology to prepare a high concentration of psychedelic powder.
With just a little inhalation, the central nervous system can be temporarily paralyzed, allowing it to react.
Of course, because the conditions for refining the medicine are limited, the effect of the medicine is also limited, and for people with extraordinarily strong mental power, this effect and time will be greatly reduced.
However, even if it was just a little stunned for the other party, it was enough for Ziqing to make the next move.
Dodging the opponent's instinctive shots, he rolled forward, and reached the flank and rear of the mercenary, raising his hand to stab the thigh artery.
The ankles, knees, and even the crotch are heavily protected, which is difficult to pierce with her strength and a small dagger. twisted it vigorously, and suddenly blood splattered out, and Ziqing could even hear the sound of sneering.
"Whew" The mercenary was only confused for a moment, although he had tried to restrain himself, but his body instinctively stumbled because of the pain, and he realized that he had not just hit the cunning little mouse, and when he turned the muzzle, there was a sudden sharp pain in his left thigh, so his body involuntarily fell to the left side.
Let out a scream.
Zi Jing hit his hand, and hurriedly rubbed his body up, like a ghost, he pounced on him when he fell, and fiercely plunged the dagger into the carotid artery, twisting the blade. laugh at A stream of hot, viscous blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain.
With a heavy blow and a large amount of blood loss in an instant, the mercenary's consciousness quickly turned into chaos.
Ziqing quickly touched the corpse: a pistol, a carrying pouch at his waist, a magazine, and a legging saber.
It's all on yourself.
With a hot weapon in his hand, he suddenly felt confident.
Quickly familiarized himself with the guns.
It is much inferior to the more high-tech pistol of the main god space, but it is much stronger than her small dagger.
The pistol has a magazine capacity of seventeen, and it is self-loading, and in addition to the six rounds just shot, there are eleven bullets left.
At this time, the benefits of experience are reflected, and the accumulation of countless generations has allowed Ziqing to quickly understand the weapons in his hands.
Then, she quietly disappeared into the darkness again, quietly lurking.
This is a time of chaos and tension, and rushing out is not a wise choice.
What's more, she wasn't familiar with this place at all.
After a while, the sound of scrambling in the distance gradually became thin and seemed to stop.
The crisis was lifted, and as soon as his mental strength relaxed slightly, Ziqing felt a dull numb pain in his shoulder.
It is probably that it was pierced too tightly just now, which stopped the bleeding, but it also made the blood flow unsmooth, and if it took too long, it was easy to necrosis at the end of the limb.
So she had to find a place to settle down and take care of her wounds.
In this unfamiliar place, it is unrealistic to go to the hospital or the clinic, and no one knows if Brother Hui has arranged eyeliner in some places there.
Or rather, what kind of forces are manipulating all this.
It seems that it is still self-help.
His body and face were covered in blood, no different from being fished out of a pool of blood.
Ziqing pulled out some newspaper plastic bags from the garbage can, grabbed them a few times and tied them into an "ultra-modern" artistic apron, and stained his body and face to hide his injuries and the smell of blood.
A large bill was pulled out of his trouser pocket and deliberately crumpled.
After calming down, I walked towards a supermarket that was open 24 hours a day.
Ziqing's shape did not attract the slightest extra attention from others, probably for the clerks here, there are people who don't even have pants left every day, no matter who you are, as long as you give money.
Mineral water, spirits, high-energy food, towels and other items were bought.
The next step is to find a place to stay and treat the gunshot wound, which must be removed She can't go to the hotel because she needs an ID card.
Now that he is inexplicably being chased and killed by mercenaries, although Ziqing guesses that "Brother Hui" did it, he can think of it with his toes, and I am afraid that it is very involved.
It is unwise to reveal one's identity and whereabouts without figuring out the truth of the matter.
In the end, Ziqing chose to be in a public place.
She looked one by one to see if there was anyone inside, and then locked the door "I didn't expect you to be cautious."
A gentle murmur came from her ears, accompanied by a warm breath, spraying on her ears and neck.
At the same time, there was a cold, sharp touch from the waist.
A hand was clasped on the left shoulder, and only a slight touch was a heart-piercing pain.
Ziqing couldn't help but gasp, and suddenly, the whole person stiffened, his hair stood on end, and there was only one thought in his heart, my life was over.
The other party held his own vital points hostage, and there was no room for resistance at all.
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What's more, she is still carrying a big bag of things in her hand now, and the other party will find out if she makes a slight move.
Count silently: 1, 2 "You're calculating whether you're worth letting others not kill you, but for me, the value is whether you can use it for me."
The voice was as peaceful as before, but there was a kind of cold chill that made people palpitate.
When Zi Jing heard the other party's words, he knew that he still had a glimmer of life, and responded: "Whatever you want me to do, I agree" "Forever" Ziqing paused and responded: "Yes" At the moment, nothing is more important than life.
Suddenly, the restraint on the shoulders and the tingling pain in the waist disappeared.
Ziqing's mood slowed down slightly, and when she turned around, she saw a man in a white shirt sitting diagonally on the sink.
The cuffs were rolled up, and a dagger that glowed with cold light swung like an elf between his elves.
The neckline is unbuttoned with two buttons, revealing a laid-back and uninhibited feeling.
A flat smile at the corner of his mouth added a bit of gentle temperament to the handsome and resolute facial line.
Under the thick eyebrows, the starry eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the original gloom and killing intent, and the gaze fell lightly on Ziqing, and there was an indescribable light breeze.
Ziqing was not confused by the other party's calm and indifferent appearance At this moment, a huge wave was set off in the sea of knowledge.
The countless chaotic memories of the original owner are rolling wildly, constantly impacting the fog that covers her transformation into a real "sister-in-law".
"It's him" Fang's voice was like a thunderbolt, instantly dispelling all the "fog".
Ziqing suddenly, there was a buzz in his head.
He is the one who turned the original owner from a sad and persecuted and ignored bottom to a stormy underworld "sister-in-law".
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