Chương 12: Chapter 12: I Am a Chef
Zhou Ming rushed into the factory, his body still in midair, when the guns in his hands fired continuously, accurately hitting three assassins.
He was also shot twice, but both were blocked by the water armor bug. As he landed, he rolled and hid behind a pillar, taking a deep breath.
Unable to use the adrenaline burst technique, Zhou Ming was at a disadvantage against Chronos' top assassins.
Fortunately, not every Chronos assassin had the ability to trigger an adrenaline burst. While most of the assassins were already exceptional, they posed little threat to Zhou Ming.
"My primeval essence is about to run out, and the water armor bug can no longer be activated. I have to be more careful from now on."
In consecutive battles, he had no chance to fully restore his primeval essence. Now it was almost depleted, and the remaining bugs on his body could not be used. He could only rely on the gun in his hand to create a path of blood.
Zhou Ming took another deep breath and then rushed out from behind the pillar.
In the brief period of rest, more assassins gathered over here.
As soon as they saw Zhou Ming's figure appear, they all raised their guns and aimed at him.
But Zhou Ming was faster than them. While running quickly, he repeatedly pulled the trigger of his dual guns, shooting with incredible precision. Each shot hit its mark.
Without the Grass Shoe Gu, Zhou Ming couldn't reach his previous top speed, nor could he charge forward while taking bullets.
He just dodged and ran out, firing several shots before hiding behind another pillar.
A constant stream of combat experience flooded his mind, and at the same time, the grass-root gu under his feet drilled into the ground, absorbing the earth's energy to restore his strength and heal his injuries.
A bullet hit his side abdomen, taking away some flesh and blood and grazing his rib before flying out, not becoming lodged in his body.
Even though he was already fast enough, he still couldn't dodge all the bullets.
"There are still three people left. It's troublesome."
"if the previous plan could have succeeded, after a rat bomb explosion, at least eighty percent of these scum would have been eliminated!"
Under the treatment of the grassroots Gu, the blood hole in his abdomen quickly stopped bleeding. Although the wound could not heal so quickly, at least it would not worsen.
At this time, several assassins were already attempting to encircle and kill Zhou Ming from different angles.
Zhou Ming took out a flash bomb from his body, pulled the ring, and threw it in a certain direction.
"Please enjoy the fireworks!"
The flash bomb suddenly exploded, and it was like a sun shining in the dim factory, and the dazzling light made Zhou Ming feel dizzy even though he had closed his eyes beforehand.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Zhou Ming closed his eyes and fired four shots in four directions. Then, without any hesitation, he moved to the side and ran towards the next hiding place.
"Bang bang bang!"
He had just left, and several bullets hit where he had previously stood. Immediately, Zhou Ming fired a few shots in the direction of the gunshots, and after a few gunshots, the entire factory fell into silence.
"Chronos's assassins are really not simple. Even if they are caught off guard and lose sight of me temporarily, they can immediately determine my location through the gunshots."
"Fortunately, I was prepared early."
Suddenly, Zhou Ming fired three shots at the corpse of an assassin on the ground. The body twitched and unbelievably lifted its head to stare at Zhou Ming, but its eyes quickly lost their brilliance.
"Still want to pretend to be a corpse and ambush me? Too bad you can't control your desire to kill me!"
Zhou Ming's heart was cold.
In the midst of the battle, Zhou Ming's sense of danger was heightened, and he was even able to use it to lock onto his opponent's position. With his Lv3 firearms, there was hardly anyone who could escape his bullets.
"This factory has already been cleared out. Let's move on to the next battlefield!"
Just as Zhou Ming was about to leave, he suddenly twisted his waist and turned around, firing several bullets into the darkness behind him.
In the darkness, there were only a few fleeting sparks and the almost simultaneous sound of metal collisions.
In the light of the sparks created by the bullet hitting the unknown metal object, Zhou Ming saw a bloated humanoid figure.
"Finally, a master has come." Zhou Ming licked his lips, and his face once again showed an excited smile.
The reason why Zhou Ming chose to split up from Yang Zhisheng was to kill more assassins and gain as much combat experience as possible.
Although he had killed seven or eight assassins in one go, Zhou Ming only felt a slight improvement in his marksmanship.
Reaching level three was not that difficult for him, but it was several assassins' lives that brought him to his current level. Now, he couldn't even see the shadow of level four.
Lv4 firearms were master-level, and this was the standard set by the main god. It was not easy to achieve.
Therefore, he longed to fight against masters. Unable to find any masters, he could only kill more ordinary assassins to achieve qualitative changes through quantitative accumulation.
Fortunately, a master had now come to him.
A bloated man who was at least 1.8 meters tall and weighed at least 250 pounds walked out of the darkness.
He still held a giant kitchen knife in his hand, several times larger than an ordinary kitchen knife, as if he were carrying half a pig.
"I'm a chef," the bloated man said in a deep voice. "Whoever can't kill me, I'll make into a dish."
"A chef?" Zhou Ming sneered and promptly opened fire.
"Clang!"
In a flash of lightning, the chef swung his knife diagonally, knocking the bullet away.
"So fast?" Zhou Ming refused to believe it and kept firing.
The chef wielded a large kitchen knife skillfully, moving with great agility and speed. Water couldn't penetrate, flames were everywhere, and bullets were flying, but he managed to block them all. As he advanced towards Zhou Ming, he closed the distance between them step by step.
"Amazing!" Zhou Ming exclaimed, feeling inferior, and took a grenade from his body, removed the pin, and threw it at the chef's feet.
In an instant, the chef showed a surprising flexibility that belied his bulky size. He leaped backward and performed three consecutive jumps, successfully putting some distance between himself and Zhou Ming. He tried to hide behind cover.
However, he noticed another grenade flying through the air, curving in an arc, and passing over his head.
"When did..." the chef wondered, but in the next instant, he raised his knife and held it above his head.
Even in this seemingly hopeless situation, he did not give up on saving himself. He hoped to use the broad side of his knife to block some of the grenade shrapnel and protect his vital head.
Boom! Boom!
Two explosions occurred almost simultaneously, and the butcher's huge body rolled out, with the fingers of his knife-wielding hand blown off and deep blood marks cut all over his body, looking extremely miserable.
"I'm going to kill you!" The butcher howled in anger and pain, gripping his knife with his other hand and leaping up to kill Zhou Ming.
However, when he looked around, Zhou Ming was nowhere to be seen.
Bang!
In just a moment of hesitation, a bullet pierced through the back of his head and entered his brain. Blood mixed with brain matter flowed out of the small hole in the back of his head, and his huge body collapsed with a loud crash.
"Next!" In the darkness, Zhou Ming moved towards the next factory.
Every battle with the assassins yielded benefits, and killing one of them increased his strength. This wonderful feeling intoxicated Zhou Ming, although he occasionally encountered Glomo police who rushed in to fight the assassins. He just had to be careful and avoid them.
With Zhou Ming's current skills and increasingly sensitive danger perception, he easily avoids the Glomo police officers whose individual combat capabilities are inferior to the Chronos assassins.
As time passes and the battle continues, the sound of gunfire is incessant. Zhou Ming gradually becomes immersed in it, feeling like killing is the only thing left in his heart.
Suddenly, a dark figure appears behind him, and the tall shadow engulfs him.
"How could it be..." Zhou Ming is momentarily shocked in his heart, but before he can react, he turns around to counterattack, only to be stopped by the other party.
"It's me!" It is Yang Zhisheng's voice. At the same time, Zhou Ming also sees the other's face, which is undoubtedly Yang Zhisheng.
Zhou Ming breathes a sigh of relief, realizing that he had not detected any danger because Yang Zhisheng had no intention of killing him, thus not triggering his sense of crisis.
At the same time, he also realizes that his previous state of mind was somewhat abnormal. Yang Zhisheng's arrival happened to help him break free from that strange state of killing and indifference.
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