Chapter 240 NO00ef: Alice in Wonderland (Part 1)

Chapter 240 NO.00ef: Alice in Wonderland (Part 1)

Fixed targets are always easier to hit than moving targets.

Unless the opponent is close enough to face him, Jim is not sure that he can hit the cyber madman who can dodge at high speed.

However, he is not ready to gamble his life at such a critical moment - the mortality rate of doing so is as high as 40%. Jim did not intend to squander the life he finally saved through the Janus program.

According to the performance of the cyber madman, the mode of the opponent rushing towards Donata at this moment is not to "kill" but to "take away" - which is exactly the opposite of the intention shown by the opponent when he looked at him before.

It is not difficult to guess what kind of command the cyber madman was input before.

Sure enough, Anthony, the bastard, did not intend to let him go back alive...

Jim thought.

However, in this way, he only needs to calculate the lead time for the opponent to rush to Donata, and shoot at her to greatly increase his hit rate - although he cannot be 100% sure, Jim bets that the cyber madman will block this bullet for his current target.

This is a judgment based on his behavior pattern.

What if he didn't block the bullet?

In a flash, Jim couldn't help asking himself.

Then there is no...

Without even 0.01 second of hesitation, he aimed directly at Donata and pulled the trigger.

"Biu!"

There was another small and somewhat funny gunshot, and the second subsonic soft-head bullet loaded in the "Persuader" was fired.

As the target of the other party's trip, the destination that was destined to be reached - Donata, who was still in a daze at the moment, was an excellent fixed target.

Jim wanted to aim at her, and he didn't even need to occupy much computing resources of the brain implant plug-in.

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet flew out.

For ordinary people who have not undergone tactical prosthetics, it is impossible to distinguish between subsonic bullets and ordinary bullets at short and medium distances - anyway, there is a flash of fire and the person falls to the ground.

However, for the cyber madman whose blood vessels are filled with adrenaline and whose reflexes are fast enough to see the trajectory of a mosquito flapping its wings. The gunshot that echoed before the bullet was the best warning signal.

In his eyes, the trajectory of the bullet was slowly and laboriously following the subtle gunshot, flying towards his target.

In his prosthetic eyes, the red bullet was almost still, but at this moment, he could only show indifference.

There was no hesitation, panic, ruthlessness, calmness and other emotions - this was not because the neural circuits in his brain that generated those emotions were invalid. In fact, at this moment, they were running almost "overloaded", coordinating the actions of every organ in the body.

However, above those feedback loops, there was a lack of an existence called "self-awareness" as a coordinator to give those feedback loops emotional "meaning".

Mr. Jin, or rather, the existence that used to be Mr. Jin, could no longer piece together a complete self-consciousness in his rampaging brain.

But the lack of self-consciousness does not mean that one cannot act - think about those sleepwalkers, who can even work or talk normally in their sleep, and it may take a long time for others to find out.

In fact, many times, if we simply consider survival. The self-consciousness that has the highest control over the body often plays the role of a fat-headed, arbitrary bureaucrat.

For example, those misers who tried to pack their belongings when they encountered a fire; those soldiers who died because of hesitation when facing child soldiers; and modern urbanites who chose to commit suicide for some values ​​that have nothing to do with survival.

Although they have the highest control over their bodies, human self-consciousness will overcome instinct and lead themselves into the valley of death - poets call it romance, while philosophers regard it as the dignity of human beings.

But Mr. Jin would not be like this - after losing the restraint of self-consciousness, all his emotions were restored to a feedback loop for achieving the goal. He was like those athletes who entered the "zone" state and completely forgot themselves.

Even without upgrading and adjusting, he could still easily complete actions that ordinary people found incredible.

Moreover, at this moment, he was born to achieve the goal. Everything except the goal was a bargaining chip that could be discarded.

He was indeed a madman, but after losing the restraint of self-consciousness, he was a madman who was much more rational than normal people.

The appendages on his back and waist increased the power of bending and charging - the ejection force that could tear a security robot apart in an instant dragged him out with a shadow and rushed over, blocking the trajectory of the subsonic bullet.

"Swish!"

Good! I hit it!

Hearing the sound of hitting the target position, Jim thought.

However, when he looked over carefully, Mr. Jin, who was clearly "shot", was still standing in front of Donata - the trail left by his appendages when he braked suddenly was still emitting smoke. The opponent's arms were crossed in front of his chest, and the overlapping part just blocked the bullet.

How did he do it so accurately?

Jim was secretly shocked - the other party was not an adjuster, and the control of the prosthesis should not be so accurate.

"Old Jin, you are finally here, the lady..."

The two classic coffee gang bodyguards who were trying to drag Donata away said with relief after seeing Mr. Jin suddenly flashing in front of them.

Then, their heads fell to the ground after two cold lights flashed.

Donata's first and last scream began when the blood splashed on her face.

"Ah-"

The scream stopped abruptly, and Mr. Jin knocked her to the ground with a precise hand knife.

After controlling the first target, it should be my turn next...

Looking at the cyber madman who showed no signs of shaking after being shot, Jim thought.

Jim didn't even raise his gun or turn around to run away - because it was meaningless.

So, he faced the killing machine rushing towards him. Standing there motionless like a wooden chicken, as if he had given up on himself.

He even held his breath to prevent his body from moving slightly.

He completely gave up resisting.

If we simply compare performance, Jim and the modified gangster on the opposite side are like humans and dump trucks - whether it is comparing speed or comparing who is more stubborn, it is purely suicidal.

And the opponent with a cyber psychosis attack is even more like an out-of-control dump truck.

The distance between the two was instantly shortened, and Jim's dynamic vision could not even capture the other party at a close distance. The moment the man rushed in front of him, the sharp appendages carrying the kinetic energy of the sprint stabbed Jim from four different directions.

This was a calculated attack that absolutely blocked the escape route. No matter which direction Jim dodged, his different vital points would inevitably be damaged.

And he did not dodge, which meant that the four vital points would be damaged.

It should have been like this.

But in fact, the four appendages were attached to Jim's body and pierced through the wall behind him.

If Mr. Jin still had a personality, he would be very confused at this moment - facing such a large fixed target, how could he stab the wrong place?

But now he wouldn't.

Without a moment's confusion, he pulled out his appendage to correct the path and continued to pierce Jim.

And this time, he even pierced farther.

"Don't waste your energy, you will never reach it."

Jim stood there and looked at the other party and said.

I don't know if the other party can understand it.

At this moment, he activated his depth 2 adjustment and transformation [Lyre], using the nanomachine that was previously injected into the other party's body with bullets, playing a movement that made him fall into a dreamland - the pulses emitted by it disrupted the cable between the scenery seen in the other party's eyes and the understanding and cognition of the brain.

Cognitive dislocation.

The reason why subsonic soft-head bullets were used before was to prevent the nanomachines in the bullets from being damaged by the impact.

At this time, Mr. Jin would not hesitate because of the words. He pulled out his appendage again, intending to correct the landing point and continue to try.

However, this time, he stopped.

The target in front of him at this moment, the target named Jim Ritter, was more than ten times larger than before.

Facing an opponent more than ten times larger than himself, his body instinctively fell into a frozen state.

"Let me think... the name of this bottle of medicine should be 'Drink Me'?" (Note*)

Jim, who had completely become a giant in Mr. Jin's eyes, said thoughtfully.

Note: Drink Me: The label on the potion that made Alice smaller in "Alice in Wonderland".