Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Erni frowned: If the other sword was still intact (her heart was weeping when she thought of her beloved sword), it should have been completely converted and became a sword in the hands of a Buddhist practitioner outside the city.

"Why? Uncle, are you a blacksmith?"

"Not really... it's just that as time goes by, I understand more. How many do you have on hand? Ten? Twenty?"

Erni also squatted down and rested her hands on her knees. The tip of the ring-handled sword danced randomly, showing the owner's boredom:

"About fifty. How's that? Pretty impressive, isn't it?"

She knew the old man was asking how many lives she had killed. Unfortunately, the counter also moved away from her along with the intelligent module - the last time she checked, the two ring-handled swords had cut through forty-eight cervical vertebrae.

"Oh!" The "big-headed uncle" raised his eyebrows and gave a thumbs-up; "...Great!"

He showed no signs of sharing the identities of his other colleagues with Erni, and Erni did not ask: she did not have the spare money to buy such useless information, and this seemingly kind-hearted "big-headed uncle" would certainly not give it away for free.

The other three swordsmen were still gathered together, chatting with each other.

"That's enough! You idiot, you fool! I'm telling you the fuck. I'm going to start your brainstorming..."

The "Spider Spirit" (Er Ni looked at his magic equipment and curled her lips in disdain) stood up and walked deeper into the alley on her own.

Although he was burdened with weight, his steps were extremely swift—and he disappeared into the darkness in a moment.

"Let him go! It's just a hunting contract. Isn't it solved if the target dies? Why are you arguing so much?"

The "little bald head" sneered disdainfully and shrugged.

"My friend, this is not a good idea. A single thread cannot make a line, a single tree cannot make a forest; a work team without cohesion cannot accomplish anything...Ah! Have you changed your mind?"

Before the "Strange Fist" finished speaking, a familiar figure walked back out of the darkness:

The "Spider Spirit" reappeared with his mouth half open, looking extremely puzzled. His three heads looked around, and his six arms pointed at the swordsmen.

"Eh? Why are you here? I was about to go out, why are you…"

The head on the left turned 180 degrees and looked behind, as if trying to confirm the path it had just walked:

"Something's wrong. There's absolutely nothing wrong with the direction I was going in... This is a straight alley on the map, with no corners or side roads."

Three pairs of eyebrows knitted together in a serious manner. It was a kind of alertness that came from living on the street for a long time and was a conditioned reflex:

"My son... I lied to you that I was your child. Go and see for yourself... We are in big trouble now."

……

After a while, everyone tried to leave the alley.

Whether you are climbing the wall, running, or riding an electric bike... you will end up back at the center of the alley.

Erni dared to bet her own sword—her only remaining possession—that she had clearly climbed up the wall! But when she came to her senses, she fell back to her original position headfirst.

It was not until they observed each other in pairs that they discovered some clues:

"According to my observations, if you move a certain distance away from the meeting point provided by the client, your body will change direction and return along the same route. Moreover, this change of direction is unconscious and cannot be detected or changed at all."

The "weird fist guy" had a worried look on his face, but his fists were still narrating in an orderly manner.

The bald young man crossed his arms, his expression unchanged - but Erni saw that his legs were shaking:

"What do you mean? Are we in some kind of ambush? Or something..."

The "big-headed uncle" stood up and stamped his feet fiercely. He clapped his hands a few times to attract everyone's attention:

"We are trapped in a maze. Someone has set up a trick on us and planted a psychological suggestion on us."

Everyone present looked at each other.

Erni's eyes widened and she looked around quickly:

"Ah? Is this alley haunted?"

The "big-headed uncle" stroked his hand over his head and gently pressed the bulging blue veins:

"No, didn't you hear what I said later? Well, let's get back to the point... Either someone signed a shady contract and became a traitor. Or it was the employer's doing..."

"Ah! Wisdom is indeed the wrinkles carved by time, old man." The "Strange Fist Man" knocked the ground lightly with his deformed right fist, stirring up scattered dust; "Maybe the client took advantage of the video interview to do something to us. There is no such clause in the contract. I think we should go together to protect our rights."

The "big-headed uncle" nodded approvingly and pressed his hand down, signaling him not to interrupt:

"You all had a video interview. Did you see the employer's face? You should all have an impression of him. That face has no constant shape. It is an application of cognitive technology."

Erni thought about the security chief she met at the subway station: strangely, she couldn't remember anything except the pair of glasses that emitted an obscene white light.

"Wow, what this old man said seems to make sense?!"

She raised her hand that was holding the ring-handled sword, like a student asking a question in class:

"I was wondering why he looked wrong! Uncle, you know a lot! Great!"

The "big-headed uncle" gave a thumbs-up gesture a little awkwardly and continued:

"If I'm not mistaken, the employer should be a Gu Master. I guess none of us can escape. We are all poisoned... Yes, it's the cognitive Gu - our cognitive abilities are now disrupted and we are trapped here."

The three heads of the Spider Spirit all showed sorrowful expressions, looking extremely upset:

"Hey? Aren't there two spies who left the alley and went to keep watch? Could they be the traitors?"

The old man slammed his hands together, making a loud "bang" sound:

"No... this time everyone gets a share of the reward. As long as the target is dead, you can get it. There's no need to fight for heads. If they trap us, wouldn't it be like cutting off their own arms? What's the benefit? In my opinion... the employer of Qingyun Temple must have used a different cognitive Gu. The two scouts probably have other tasks. For example... even if they lose half their lives, they won't run away. They will risk their lives to lead the target to the rendezvous point?"

"Big Head Uncle" put his hands behind his back and walked slowly. "But there's no need to trap us, right? Aren't we here to kill the target? So there is only one possibility: we are no match for the target of this contract. Even if seven swordsmen attack together, it will be a waste."

He paused for a moment, as if to arouse suspense:

"He wants to use us as cannon fodder, but he's also afraid that we poor swordsmen will just run away. Yes, you're right now: we're just pawns used to buy time."

Chapter 117 Hunting (Part )

There was a gloomy atmosphere among the swordsmen: According to the limited information available now, the old man's speculation was indeed perfect.

The huge metal fist opened and closed its five fingers, and the jet of air sprayed raindrops onto the skinny body:

"My dear colleagues... now that the situation has reached this point, do you have any good solutions for this difficult work situation?"

A man with three heads and six arms was standing in the distance, moving his body in an orderly manner, as if he was making some kind of preparations for war.

"Attack his ancestors. What else can we do? We have never fought before, so how do we know if we can win..."

The bald young man suddenly spoke - Erni heard a sense of confusion in that fierce voice:

"Um...wait a minute, didn't you get this order from the owner of Xinyuan Tea House? His old face just has a nose and a mouth, doesn't it look normal?"

Erni rolled her eyes and scribbled on the ground with the sharp edge of her ring-handled sword;

"Don't you understand the situation, little bald guy? You ran into a black middleman. They took the job first and then subcontracted it to you... I was wondering how you got in. Wait, you weren't poisoned, were you? Then why can't you get out? Are you the traitor?"

The bald night wanderer panicked immediately, his face flushed red - no longer as fierce as before, but now showing a little childishness:

"Bullshit! I don't know how, how..."

Erni raised her hand impatiently:

"Forget it, you don't seem to have the ability. Why don't you try again? Maybe it's just a psychological effect? ​​If you can leave, leave quickly! Not only are you going to die, but you're also delaying Lin Bei's important matters."

"But...if he is also poisoned..."

The big-headed old man raised his hand and smiled kindly to ease the tense atmosphere:

"Ah... So you've just entered the martial arts world? Don't argue yet, maybe it's just a psychological effect?"

The "Strange Fist" knocked his fist in agreement, and his voice revealed deep approval:

"That's right! If this colleague is a newcomer, why not find a safe place to hide first? It won't be too late to catch up with him after the work is done."

The bald night-watcher's face turned red and almost black. He twisted the handle fiercely: the holographic flag at the rear of the car unfolded, revealing a line of large characters written in cursive.

"Haven't you heard of us, the 'Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street', and me, Gao Ye?! I tell you, I just came out to hone my skills! There's talk of slashing people on this street... Damn it, I'm too lazy to tell you——"

call!

There was a sharp sound of wind blowing, sharp and high-pitched.

"Shut up!"

Erni held the bald night wanderer's mouth and listened attentively:

It seemed as if some kind of giant bird was spreading its wings and gliding between the buildings.

She looked up.

A cloudy black shadow passed through the colorful neon lights on the top of the building and fell straight into the alley like a meteorite.

boom!

The "shooting star" passed over everyone's heads and crashed into the second floor of a residential building. In the thick dust and smoke that it stirred up, two naked human legs dangled from the broken wall, with streaks of blood dripping from the soles of the feet onto the ground.

Erni narrowed her eyes, wiped the piece of meat on her face and looked at it:

"…Is it a person? Could it be the spy who just left…"

The veins on the "big-headed uncle" were horribly tense. The kind smile from before disappeared from his face, and he shouted loudly:

"Get ready, get ready! That's the 'Plastic Tengu' that's out to spy! He'll definitely lure the target here—"

Bang!

Another collision. But this time it was so close that the ground was shaking slightly:

Not far from them.

The "Spider Spirit" who had been preparing alone away from the crowd had now almost turned into mud on the ground, and two of its three heads had been crushed to pieces by the impact of the attack from the sky.

A figure in a black Taoist robe stood up from the bones and flesh on the ground, and the mirror-like mask reflected the frightened faces of the swordsmen.

"Mother Sailin, this is a Qigong practitioner..."

Erni looked at the protruding yin-yang fish on her Taoist robe, and adrenaline was gushing out along with fear and excitement.

"Fragrance, the fragrance is deep... Ying Qiankun, ignite the fragrance through the gate of heaven..."

The remaining head of the "Spider Spirit" was not dead yet, and it was struggling to make low murmurs, as if reciting the voice activation formula of the God Fighter -

click!

The Qigong practitioner gently flicked his feet, and the remaining head of the "Spider Spirit" flipped over with this force and soaked into the puddle under him.

"Ah, ah ah..."

The bald night wanderer took a few steps back and tripped over a plastic bag on the ground. He covered his mouth and nose tightly, but he couldn't stop the bile and acid from flowing out from the gaps between his fingers. He didn't care about the dirt on his hands and rolled and crawled into a corner.

The Qigong practitioner raised his hand and pointed at the swordsmen with his white index finger:

"I'm in a hurry. Shall we get started?"

call!

Before he could finish his words, the huge metal arm flew out.

The skinny man was dragged by the unmatched fists and pulled into a straight line - his frail body fluttered in the wind, his shirt filled with wind, looking extremely funny.

Erni crouched down, holding the knife in her left hand and supporting the ground with her right palm: she was waiting for the opportunity. Therefore, she saw the right hand raised by the Qigong practitioner clearly: white, with five slender fingers with strange proportions. Against the background of the metal fist, it was like a solid steel column compared to a straw picked up from the ground.

The speaker on the back of the "Weird Fist Man"'s fist emitted a loud but gentle male voice in the air:

"Colleagues! Move quickly—"

It didn't have time to finish its words because it collided with the Qigong practitioner's hand:

boom!

The terrifying explosion caused a circle of horizontal lines in the rain, visible to the naked eye. The Qigong practitioner flew straight out as if hit by a giant hammer and crashed into the wall at the side of the alley.

The "weird boxer" staggered a few steps before sliding and falling to the ground.

"No, it was the 'Strange Fist' who suffered the loss, it's just that he was too heavy..."

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

It was not the fist that spoke, but the thin man who had been mute all along. He fell to the ground and desperately hit his metal arm with his other flesh palm:

"Dead! Dead! King Kong Fist is dead!"

Without him saying anything, Erni could see that the huge prosthetic limb that came from an unknown source was already scrapped.