Honkai Impact, I'm not a Ditto!

Raven first chuckled and patted Empty's head, then said, "Sister is going out for a bit. You all stay here at home and don't run around."

"Okay, Raven Sister."

Raven did not tell Kong that Sikong might still be alive.

anyway.

Even the raven could hardly believe that someone could survive after being shot in the head.

but......

Having spent so much time in Changkong City, Raven had only encountered one suspicious person, Sikong, so it was only natural that she would suspect him first.

He rushed to the location where Sikong was killed.

Raven didn't see the body. She shone her flashlight, crouched down, and carefully examined the traces.

"The body is gone, there are no drag marks on the ground, and that guy named Sikong isn't dead? I clearly shot him in the head, his brains were flying out... Why?"

The raven was stunned; she could still find Sikong's brains on the ground.

I observed for a long time.

The raven was certain of one thing—Sikong was not dead; he was still alive!

The most compelling evidence was his bloodstained footprints, which, although they appeared to have been treated, could not fool the raven's eyes.

"What is the relationship between that man and the person who framed me? Are they accomplices? Or... is he the one who framed me?"

His gaze swept around the street.

The city is currently without power, but there was still power during the period when Sikong died.

The raven shone its flashlight across the streets at night and quickly spotted several glittering bright spots through the reflective mirrors.

"It seems fate is on my side after all, Sikong... what secret are you hiding?"

The ability to survive a headshot alone is enough to pique the interest of the World Serpent Organization.

But intuition told the raven.

There are many more secrets hidden about the other party.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Police Station

Not knowing how to find the main characters, Sikong decides to cause trouble.

Setting fires is not allowed.

The continuously glowing flames might attract the attention of the Hyperion, and before Sikong even meets Kiana and the others, the Hyperion might discover him first.

You must use methods that will attract attention but not the Hyperion's.

For example—gunshots!

The Hyperion, nestled in the clouds, could not hear the sounds of Long Sky City.

However, more drones are now hovering over the city, transmitting intelligence from the ground, so firing a gun is not entirely safe.

Sikong must make sure there are no drones nearby before he does anything.

after all......

Changkong City is very large, and the drones deployed by the Hyperion are not enough. Moreover, Honkai Beasts and zombies attack the drones from time to time.

If it weren't for searching for Yuno's whereabouts...

The Hyperion would never send out drones to gather intelligence.

As the basic unit of the airship.

These drones were also made with real money; every one lost represents a significant financial loss.

After watching a drone with a searchlight fly overhead, Sikong slowly emerged from the shadows. He was in Zero Guardian Death Soldier form, wearing a masculine gray trench coat.

"The police station is just ahead."

Sikong followed the map to this place.

The sign at the police station entrance was stained with bright red blood, splattered in a pattern that extended upwards from the bottom.

Several mangled corpses lay on the ground.

It seems that someone tried to seek help at the police station when the Honkai erupted, but ended up dying at the entrance.

Flies hovered over the corpse.

Several assassins lay on the ground, eating voraciously.

Biting, scratching, fighting...

This scene would cause physical discomfort to any normal person who saw it.

Sikong felt a little uncomfortable, but since he was currently in the form of Zero Guardian Death Soldier, his humanity was being suppressed, so this situation wouldn't cause him much inner turmoil.

Go forward.

The assassins, dressed in police uniforms, wandered around the police station. They all had automatic pistols tucked into their waistbands, showing no signs of use.

The instant the Honkai erupted.

Most of the police officers became suicide soldiers, completely powerless to resist. This is the power of Honkai Impact, just like the game Plague Inc.

The Honkai Will can unleash Honkai wherever it wants.

Without any warning.

Danger loomed over Changkong City.

No matter how much humanity struggles, the Honkai can never be completely eradicated.

It is impossible to predict where the next Honkai will occur.

The only thing humanity can understand is that once the Honkai erupts, it will be an immense catastrophe.

Sikong entered the police station and found ample firearms and ammunition inside, including pistols, shotguns, grenades, and tear gas.

The police station here is different from the one before I traveled back in time.

It could easily be described as a small arsenal.

Although the weapons were all obsolete products of the military, in the eyes of a novice like Sikong, these firearms were all treasures.

The phrase "old antique" simply doesn't come to mind.

Next to where the weapons are stored, there is a small underground training ground, which is used for police officers to practice their marksmanship. After the power goes out, it is pitch black and you can't see anything.

Sikong walked around inside with a flashlight.

There are still a few assassins wandering below.

One of them was a special assassin, walking around with a pistol, as if it might pull the trigger at any moment.

"Let's practice our marksmanship here first."

After making his decision, Sikong used the abilities of Zero Guardian to scare away all the ordinary assassins, except for the special assassin with a gun who remained unmoved.

Sikong did not indulge it.

"Not leaving? You're not leaving, huh? Then stay here."

A black and gold scythe appeared in his palm. Sikong circled behind the special assassin and launched a surprise attack without warning, sending a fine head flying.

The special assassin's blood sprayed several meters high, almost like an artificial fountain.

then......

Sikong closed the door to the underground training ground, turned on several flashlights to illuminate the small space, and happily played with the guns.

The first to appear were shotguns.

Sikong held the gun with both hands, the butt resting on his shoulders, aiming at the target ten meters away.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and the raised muzzle was almost seventy degrees high, with the bullets probably hitting the ceiling.

Damn! My shoulder feels like it's dislocated.

After firing the shot, Sikong threw away his weapon and was covered in cold sweat.

The recoil of the shotgun was too great for him; the pain spread from his shoulder and almost numbed half of his body.

Unable to bear the pain, Sikong became Zero Death Squad, and then transformed back into his original form, relying on the regenerative power during the transformation to restore his body to its original state.

"It seems unrealistic to start with a shotgun; let's stick with a pistol."

Sikong muttered to himself as he looked at the police station's gun handling manual.

Actually, using a shotgun to deal with assassins is quite comfortable. Just roughly aim the gun at the enemy, then pull the trigger, and one shot can take down a whole group of assassins.

Unfortunately, the recoil was too great, and it was not something that Sikong's small frame could handle.

Using a pistol is much better than a shotgun.

At least there won't be a situation where a single shot dislocates a shoulder.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

Sikong played with guns in the underground training ground for almost an hour. The pile of spent bullet casings gave him a great sense of accomplishment; this is the romance of a man.

His passion for weapons even caused Sikong to forget his original purpose for a time.

"Three out of ten shots hit the target, which is already a very good result."

An hour ago, Sikong was a complete novice who fired ten shots in a row, but missed every single one.

The reason I've achieved such results is entirely due to my relentless, pain-inducing training.

The recoil of the pistol is also considerable.

If a normal person fires more than ten shots in a short period of time without rest, their hand will feel numb.

Sikong need not be afraid.

So what if my hand goes numb?