Kexue Magician

Chapter 223 Supernatural Powers

Under the dim street lights, the black Porsche is racing on the highway.

After driving a full five or six kilometers away from the seventh bank of Diwujin River, the old driver Vodka's shocked heart and trembling hands slowly calmed down. The Porsche also began to slow down and finally stopped on the side of the road.

In the room of the former Kubado City Hotel, I personally witnessed Pisk being shot and fell to the ground, and I saw the unwillingness in his eyes.

But just now in Tsutsugawa, Napisk's eyes were full of confidence, and he didn't change his face even after being shot more than 20 times, as if he was not worried that he would be killed.

Big Brother Gin’s pistol has a double-row magazine, which can hold up to 15 bullets. His own gun has 12 bullets. Within a distance of only a few meters, the power of the bullets does not lose much power. Even if Pisk’s brain is made of steel, it can Will be beaten into rotten tofu.

But the actual situation, after Pisk was bloody and bloody, he quickly recovered!

From last night to tonight, only more than 20 hours have passed, Pisc has become Superman?

Is this scientific?This is not scientific at all!
Vodka, whose world view was shaky, took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter. He took a big puff, and two long smokes spewed out from his nose. After a while, he said, "Brother, what happened to Pisk?"

Gin smoked silently, his face uncertain in the light of the cigarette and the smoke.

He has always used guns to solve undercover traitors and problems, but suddenly found that the gun has lost its effect, and the shock in his heart is no less than that of vodka.

"Computer, headphones!"

Gin popped the cigarette butts out of the car window. It usually took him three to five minutes to finish a cigarette, but now he finished it in less than a minute. It is conceivable that his heart fluctuates greatly and he needs a big cigarette Quantity to suppress shock.

Vodka's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned on the computer and put on the headphones.

Previously, I and my elder brother had eavesdropped on the conversation between her and Pisk by relying on the bug in Belmode's trouser pocket. After all, whether Pisk was really dead or a fake death had been paid special attention by the BOSS, and multiple people were required to verify.

Click!
Not long after he put on the earphones, he didn't hear any sound, and saw the motionless sound wave curve in the software, Gin immediately understood what happened, and angrily smashed the earphones.

"Damn mystic! This woman wants to eat alone!"

Gin's cold eyes were more terrifying than poisonous snakes in the tropical jungle. He clenched his fists tightly and squeezed out a word between his teeth.

At this moment, Vodka finally understood why his eldest brother Gin had hated Belmode so much before, because that woman always kept information to herself, and whether she wanted to tell others or tell the truth depended entirely on her mood.

Now, if you want to know what Pisk and Belmode said, you have to wait for her to come back. No one knows how much she told the truth or lies!
That is a non-human being whose head and heart are smashed into a sieve and can't die!
How rich is his words?How precious?

Now is the information age. The gap between people, organizations and organizations, and even countries is largely due to unequal information. Possesses important strategic resources!

The world is about to enter the 21st century, with the transformation and accelerated development of world military technology.

The war mode is gradually changing from a traditional single combat mode to a modern information war. On the future battlefield, whoever can seize the dominance of information will be able to dominate the development direction of the war!

So are the fights between organizations and agencies like the FBI, BND, CSIS, etc.

Therefore, organizations deeply aware of the importance of information have been searching and arresting scientists and famous computer programmers.

Thinking of this, the dissatisfaction in Vodka's heart reached the highest value in history. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Fortunately, the window glass is made of bulletproof glass, and it is not broken.

Gin glanced at Vodka lightly, but he didn't take his anger towards Belmode on his loyal little brother because Vodka smashed his car.

"Brother, what should we do now? Sue the boss?" Vodka said in a muffled voice.

Gin took a deep puff on his cigarette, and uttered a word: "Wait!"

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There is no embankment on the seventh bank of Jinchuan.

After pulling out the bug, crushing it and throwing it into the river.

Belmode flicked her long blond hair lightly, and the smell of perfume quietly diffused out along with the fragrance. After seeing Pisk's beyond-knowledge resilience, her snow-white and delicate face glowed strangely.

What a tenacious vitality this is!
Gin and vodka, the two rude guys, were really not pleasant, so it's no wonder they were driven away.

Of course, Belmode also knew that the relationship between himself and Pisk was not comparable to that of Gin and the others. Otherwise, when Pisk received the task of assassinating Shigehiko Tunkou, he would not have specially invited Gin and Vodka to come all the way to use A huge lineup against a member of parliament.

"Uncle Xiansan, do supernatural forces really exist in the world?"

Belmode's beautiful eyes blinked, and she was full of smiles. She has already confirmed that she has supernatural power, but she wants to get more information about supernatural power from Kenzo Masuyama. If she can be as immortal as him, then why should she be afraid of Akai? Xiuyi?

At that time, you can even face the FBI and say: I want to hit ten!
Kenzo Masuyama turned his head and glanced at Belmode, a little surprised and relieved, and then he looked at the deep and boundless night sky again.

"I still remember that the first time you called me that was when you were five years old."

"That was also the first time we met."

"That day happened to be Boys' Day on May [-]th. The weather was peaceful and peaceful. Under the blue sky, carp banners were hung in front of every house, fluttering in the wind. Looking up, it seemed that there were countless carp swimming in the blue and clear water. For spectacular."

"At that time, you were wearing a delicate white dress, lively and lovely, like a princess who walked out of a fairy tale."

"However, I can't bear such a title, and that gentleman corrected you immediately."

Masuyama Kenzo's eyes were full of memories, then he shook his head and sighed: "I am 71 years old this year, and I am indeed old. Like many old people, I like to miss the past."

Belmod comforted softly: "Uncle Xiansan was joking, in my eyes, you are as young as before."

Kenzo Masuyama smiled, answered the question raised by Belmode, and said: "Supernatural powers naturally exist, for example, I was shot to death by Gin at that time. I resurrect."

"There is a limit to human ability. The more scheming you are, the more you will find that people have limits..."

"That's why that gentleman is looking for power beyond human beings, and asked Miyano Koji and Miyano Elena to study the dreamlike, mysterious drug that can bring the dead back to life—the silver bullet!"

(End of this chapter)