Infinite Throne

   Chapter 445 My output skills are really not many (6400 words for monthly ticket)

   Four in the morning.

  Cangyang City.

   "patter—"

   In the night fog, it started to rain lightly.

  The rain and fog are lingering, fog and rain are hazy, making the city's late night a little more mysterious.

  In the drizzle, a shadow as dark as ink, like a sharp arrow off the string, swept across the empty highway, ignoring all the traffic lights.

  If this car dares to be licensed, it is estimated that the illegal information received the next day can be dinged on the mobile phone for five minutes.

"Um?"

  Old driver Yi Rin was driving when he suddenly noticed a strange gaze that landed on him from a certain direction in the distance.

   That look was undisguised, and it was hard to perceive it.

   The perception of the spiritual side apostle is more sensitive than the strength side and agility side.

   is… the direction of Dawn Housekeeping.

  Irin's eyes flickered.

   whispered a few words to Oda Mai quietly.

  Oda Mai leaned tightly behind Irin, not feeling embarrassed.

   After hearing Irin's proposal, his eyes became even more excited.

   She subconsciously pressed the long knife around her waist... just about to move.

  …

  …

  Dawn housekeeping.

  This is a ten-storey office building.

  In the glass windows of the office building, it is almost pitch black. Occasionally a few dim lights came out.

at this time.

  Upstairs.

  There are two figures who seem to be jumping off the building, facing the drizzle and facing the night sky.

   The man stood firmly on the guardrail with both feet, and stuck his head out as if to die, but he couldn't fall.

  The man wore a strange mask on his face. The colorful paint melted under the drizzle, turned into rain of strange colors, and slid down the arc of the mask.

   A good pattern is twisted into abstract shapes on the mask, adding a bit of weirdness.

   "Tsk, I've been pitted, the quality of this mask is really poor."

   The man seemed to smell something wrong, so he subconsciously wiped the mask, and when he saw the paint on his hand, he couldn't help but curse loudly.

   Beside him, a woman in a tight black leather jacket stood on the side, silent.

   She also wore a mask on her face.

   But the shape is much simpler, it is a squinting "white cat" shape.

  The rain falls on the leather jacket, leaving droplets of round water droplets. The dark leather jacket reflects the faint light, lining the exaggerated curve, which makes people involuntarily imagine some uniforms.

  “…”

   "I don't know who is the talent, who came up with such a silver-free way to disguise his identity, and it is still popular in the circle. It's really outrageous! You say yes, hehe."

  The man wearing the mask let out a cold laughter in the dark, and he didn't know what kind of smiling face would be under the mask.

  “…”

   Suddenly.

   The man's laughter stopped abruptly, and he leaned forward for a while.

   The leotard woman standing behind the man resisted the urge to push him down.

   "Newcomer, pay attention, someone seems to be here."

  The woman in tights heard the words, took a step forward, and looked down attentively.

  I saw a dark shadow, which was extremely fast, and it crossed a distance of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, as if it was driving some kind of vehicle.

   "Yah-"

   The dark motorcycle came with a dragon swaying its tail on the slippery road and drifted to stop. That strangely shaped motorcycle, when drifting sideways and forcibly slowing down, actually drew a brilliant spark on the road.

   "Shh—a woman? Seems to be pretty good."

   On the top floor of Chenxi Housekeeping Building, the man whistled arrogantly. The next second he shook his head: "Sure enough, the 'hounds' noticed the fragrance of the food, but it's too late. Newbie, we should retreat."

  “…”

  Click.

   That was the sound of a bullet being loaded.

   The man was just about to jump off the guardrail, but his movements froze, and he instantly froze on the guardrail.

   "What should I say now? Hmm...let me think about the lines."

   paused.

   A chuckle came from beside the masked man:

   "raise your hand,"

   "hold your head,"

   "Put on the ground... ah no, lie on the wall. Don't move, I'll shoot as soon as I move, never screeching."

  “…”

   "Also, don't move." Irin also stood firmly on the guardrail, not at all afraid that she would fall. He held the snow-white large-caliber revolver in one hand, pointed to the position of the man's temple, looked at the woman in tights beside the man, and said, "If you move, I will kill him too."

  What does it have to do with whether she beats me to death or not?

   The slick leather coat of the woman in the corset trembled slightly.

   seems to want to move.

  The man spoke: "Hey, newcomer, wouldn't you want to use this method to let him kill me, hello to the top?"

  The woman in the leotard stopped moving in an instant.

  Irin was not wearing a mask.

   Unlike them who hide their heads and show their tails, Yi Rin is an official figure, a licensed driver, and is afraid of wool.

  The man did not move.

   He couldn't help laughing and said, "By the way, brother, there's something wrong with what you're saying."

   "Oh? I'd like to hear about it."

   "Are you telling me to put my hands on the wall or not, it's very contradictory!"

   "Really? That means I just want to kill you, nothing else."

  Irin smiled kindly.

  “…”

   The man still slowly raised his hand.

   Those hands had very white skin, slender fingers and slender wrists, completely unlike the palms of a man.

   "Leech man?"

  Irin asked.

   "Push."

   I didn't expect the man to spray in an instant, so he couldn't help laughing: "Who named it?"

"I have a question?"

   "No, it sounds good."

   "Don't talk nonsense, you are a leech man?" Yi Rin pressed the muzzle of the gun on the opponent's temple, while adding: "Friendly reminder, this is not an ordinary gun."

"I can tell." The man took a deep breath. A normal person stood in the air on the thin guardrail with a gun pointed at his forehead. Pestle on the guardrail, raised his hands and chatted and laughed.

  Of course...not a person seeking death normally, nor would he stand on the guardrail for nothing.

   The scene is a little weird.

  Irin and the masked man stood on the guardrail respectively.

  Irin pressed the opponent's temple with a shot.

not moving at all.

  The woman didn't move either. I don't know if I don't dare, or I don't want to, or I can't.

   In short, the three of them settled on the top floor of the Chenxi Housekeeping Office Building with this strange posture and posture.

   Oda Mai downstairs raised her head and stared at the top floor.

   A snow-white revolver stands out against the dark night sky as the background.

   "Sit tight, beautiful lady! Ooooooooo~"

   Under Mai Oda's soft buttocks, from Nightmare's vocal components, high-pitched screams came out, one after another.

  Emotional Nightmare, he can't even maintain the dark night mode. He can't wait to incarnate as a powerful Cybertron star, showing a hideous attitude.

   "Boom-"

   Accompanied by the harsh roar of the engine, the turbo is roaring, the condensate is flowing, and a few exhaust pipes spurt thick alcohol. In the blink of an eye, the Nightmare turned into a dirt road vehicle, rushing to the top floor with a rumble against the outer wall of the building.

   "Crash-"

  Where the Nightmare passed, the tempered glass shattered one after another, breaking into pieces of glass in the sky.

   When Oda Mai couldn't hold back and killed with a knife, the expressions of the man and woman changed. If they didn't notice such a big movement, it would be no different from a fool.

   Hearing the roar of the engine, the sound of broken glass, and the sound of the roller rolling over the wall in the rainy night, the masked man laughed: "You know, you made a very low-level mistake."

"Oh?"

  Irin smiled instead of startled.

   "You shouldn't, point a gun at an agile side apostle."

   "his-"

"boom!"

Before the masked man could finish his voice, two cold rays of light suddenly shone out from his two sleeves, like a poisonous snake in the night sky, after winding a large circle on both sides at a twisting angle, it seemed to be alive. Strangely, he attacked the back of Yi Rin's head.

   But when the masked man made his move, Yi Rin also did not hesitate, and pulled the trigger almost at the moment when the cold light shook!

   The bullet emitting a gleaming white light penetrated from the masked man's temple, but the imaginary blood flowers did not spew out in large quantities.

   is an afterimage.

   The masked man used an incredible speed, and before Irin fired, he had already made evasive maneuvers skillfully.

  Irin's gun...Slow!

  Irin's agility attribute is not weak, but from the moment the masked man shoots, it can be seen that he is a real agile side apostle, and his agility attribute is definitely not low. Unlike Irin, who pretends to be agile, he moves his hands and decides the speed.

  The woman in the leotard hesitated for a second.

   She didn't move.

  When she hesitated, on the dangerous guardrail, Irin and the masked man had ended their initial confrontation. When the two swirls of cold light twisted towards the back of Yi Rin's head, Yi Rin quickly crouched on the guardrail, and the two swirls of cold light swirled and narrowly brushed past Yi Rin's head.

   "You are so fast!"

  The masked man moved, broke the rain curtain, and came to the center of the top roof.

"boom!"

  Irin's eyes were calm, and he jumped down from the guardrail. When he changed positions again, another bullet popped out of the chamber, but was easily dodged by the masked man again.

   Of course, the agility attribute of the masked man is not exaggerated to the point of being faster than the speed of bullets. It's just the agility side apostle. With the improvement of the agility attribute, the movement flexibility, reaction speed, and movement speed will be far beyond ordinary people. Before Yilin shoots, the masked man can easily predict the trajectory of the bullet and avoid it in advance through the direction of Yilin's muzzle aiming and the action of pulling the trigger.

   This kind of operation is not too difficult for high-level agile side apostles.

  Irin fired a total of two shots.

   The two shots were actually very short apart. While the woman in the leotard was still hesitating, Irin and the man in the mask had already completed the second wave of confrontation.

  Irin stood on the edge with a spear in hand.

  Because of the loss of Blood Jasmine, the new weapons were a little uncomfortable in the head-to-head battle.

   "Alright, take this opportunity to familiarize yourself with the new weapons."

  Irin had a thought flashed through her mind.

   Within a second.

  The woman in tights wearing the "white cat" mask glanced in the direction of the masked man without a trace, but the next moment she kicked Irin's chest with one leg.

  The woman in tights is walking on high heels that are almost eight centimeters long. That thin heel is like a thorn blade, shining with cold metal light... This woman actually uses high heels as a weapon!

   This idea is a match for Molly.

   Another thought flashed through Irin's mind.

   But he didn't do anything.

   Let that gorgeous and seductive kick kick to his chest.

"Ding!"

   A long black sword that had not been unsheathed protruded by itself. At a critical moment, Oda Mai joined the battlefield and used the scabbard to block the deadly high heel of the woman in tights.

   "Two against two."

  The masked man said in a low voice, through the mask, it was drenched in drizzle, making it difficult to distinguish the emotion in this sentence.

  Two against two?

   Dire headlights flashed.

   Does this not take my dignified Cybertron gentleman in the eye?

  …

  Irin wanted to say wait.

   Don't be in a hurry.

  But Oda Mai held back for a few days, and the knife, heart, and legs were all wrapped in fire, and she couldn't hold back.

   After easily blocking the deadly high heels of the "white cat", Oda Mai felt the strength of the feedback from the scabbard. Even if she was too lazy to calculate, she could judge the opponent's attributes from experience.

   “Ding Ding Ding—”

   Unlike the confrontation between Yi Rin and the masked man, Oda Mai did not talk nonsense, nor did he have an opening remark, and there was no politeness. He buried his head and killed it.

   "White Cat" didn't react slowly, it was just a face-to-face contact, and he knew that Mai Oda was not an easy opponent to take down.

After Oda Mai took away the "white cat", Irin stood aside calmly, the right hand holding the gun slanted by his side, and said in a voice that everyone present could hear: "That cat is fucked. Here you go. Nightmare, hide and don't come out, don't talk, hold on tight."

   Nightmare: "…"

  The paint on the mask was smeared by the rain into a man with a big face. Hearing the words, his breath stagnated.

   But after a while he laughed disdainfully.

   Nightmare?

   Hide?

   Who are you fooling?

  Who told you that such a low-level method of bluffing can work on senior apostles?

  Irin is certainly not bluffing.

   He was watching Nightmare's headlights flickering, how could he still not know the nature of Nightmare's turbulent waves?

   If you don't hold it again, it will turn into a Cybertronian in a blink of an eye, okay?

  When everyone thinks that the Nightmare is just an illegally modified motorcycle, it is undoubtedly a very good way to hide your cards by letting it stay still for a while.

   You can even put your hole cards under your opponent’s nose, so why not do it?

   "The knife in the sleeve?"

  Irin looked at the empty hands of the masked man and asked with a smile.

   "Have you seen it?"

   The masked male voice was filled with unconcealed surprise.

   "Because she died."

  Irin read out the hidden meaning of the other party's words without scrutinizing it.

  The knife in the sleeve is extremely difficult to practice and is an insidious weapon.

   belongs to the ranks of the strange soldiers, few people can master it.

   Once someone sees the knife in the sleeve, they either hide their identity or kill the person who sees the knife in the sleeve.

  The masked man belongs to the former.

   covered his face anyway.

  It doesn't matter if you reveal your weapon.

   Anyway, he didn't plan to stay here for long.

  The masked man was silent for a moment, but Yi Rin's light-hearted sentence "She is dead" made him come out with a lot of information.

   He originally thought Irin was a rookie.

   But in this short confrontation, the masked man no longer dared to underestimate each other. He directly placed the other party in the queue of "Old Yinbei", both careful and vigilant.

   After a while of silence, the masked man looked down at the wet ground.

   On the ground, two clear bullet holes were left impressively.

   He recalled the trajectory of the bullet just now, and was even more surprised: "A bullet that can bend? The legendary strengthening... gunfighting technique? Who are you."

  Irin smiled and used the other hand, pinching with the index finger and thumb, and made a gesture toward the other side: "Actually, I can only turn a little bit."

   "I don't think what you said is believable."

  The masked man raised his hand and complained without giving face.

   But the moment he raised his hand, two cold rays of light swept out of his sleeve without warning, and the blade connected by silk threads flexibly twisted towards Irin's neck.

The danger of the knife in the sleeve is that not only the blade at the end can hurt people, but even the specially made silk thread can easily cut the flesh and blood under the manipulation of the skilled user, and even cut off the head and the arm by surprise. , is also easy.

   But it's not the first time Irene has encountered a user of this kind of strange soldier, and the last one died a bit miserably. Yi Rin, who had been prepared for a long time, took precautions in advance when the opponent raised his hand a little. A bullet, wrapped in white light, accurately shot the masked man's head, heart, knees, lungs and other vital points. .

  Although Yilin has not deliberately practiced marksmanship, but his mental attributes are high, which can significantly improve the hit rate.

   On the other side, Oda Mai was able to hit her head, and after seeing that the opponent was able to hold her scabbard, she exhaled violently and began to use the family sword technique, which was fatal.

  Irin took a moment to glance at Mai Oda after the shot was ejected.

   It looks like this baby hasn't been killed yet.

  Irin has seen the true strength of Oda Mai.

   At the very least, the bloodthirsty demon sword has not been sacrificed.

   In general, Oda Mai is still enjoying the process of slashing people, and I hope this process can take longer, and has not yet shown the ability to press the bottom of the box.

   Seeing this, Yi Rin was relieved, and the situation was very good.

   The top floor of the rooftop of five or six hundred square meters was opened up into two small battlefields.

  Irin didn't use any other skills except to shoot "bullets" with "Redemption Revolver".

   "It's still a bit difficult to single-dow with 'weapons' and agility."

  Irin thought.

   The opponent easily avoided the bullets fired by Yi Rin. At first, Yi Rin pretended to be full, which made the masked man a little worried, afraid that he might have kicked the titanium alloy plate. But the gun flickered and hid for a while, when he realized that the other party seemed to have only such an axe, he couldn't help laughing happily. Between the steps, there were afterimages in the dark night, like ghosts. , the sound also drifted from all directions with the wind:

   "No wonder you chose to use 'firearms' as a weapon. Is it an auxiliary mental side with no output skills? Now your companion is entangled by my companion, so your skills are useless?"

   "Either... not enough psionics?"

   "Oh, I didn't expect you to dare to come here alone to fight a single duel with an agile side. If it wasn't for the time, I would like to have a good time."

"Ugh."

   The first three sentences are all what the masked man said.

   But the last sigh did not come from the masked man.

  Wait.

   Masked man's expression was startled under the mask of the "big flower face".

   I haven't had time to sigh, what the **** are you sighing?

  Irin's sigh made him suddenly have a bad premonition.

   Is it…

   After sighing, Yi Rin nodded with emotion and said softly, "Yeah, if it weren't for the lack of time, I would like to have a good time."

   "Oops!"

  The masked man can't taste it when he hears it.

  There are only two possibilities for the other party to dare to act in such a situation.

   First, this auxiliary mental side is really pretending.

   The second is... He hides his strength very insidiously!

   It's time for a big move!

  Dangerous!

But,

   No one can stop an agile side who wants to escape face to face!

"nobody!"

   After a moment of hesitation, the masked man manipulated the silk thread as sharp as a knife, and after a terrifying knife light was twisted between Yi Rin and him, he turned around and ran towards the guardrail without any hesitation in the next second.

   The agile side really deserves to be the agile side, even if you jump off a building, you are one step ahead.

   An agile side apostle like him, who is also good at using the "knife in the sleeve" shock soldier with silk threads, jumping off a building or something, it is not difficult at all. This is also the retreat he left for himself from the very beginning. At a critical moment, whether the task is not a task, or his own life is more important.

  Escape!

   The big deal is that if you find out that you are wrong, you will come back to vent your anger.

  Rush rush!

   Jump jump jump!

  After the masked man feinted with a shot, his body was already suspended in the air, and he was about to fall freely.

  Irin smiled: "It's too late! The spell is activated!"

   "锵-crash!"

   "Salvation Revolver" has a delicate texture and a dazzling white light. Immediately afterwards, a series of criss-crossing loops connected the seemingly irregular bullet holes left on the ground. Dozens of translucent chains about the thickness of a thumb condensed eerily out of thin air from the ground's spell, a little faster than the masked man falling from the building.

With a    swish, the chain spanned the distance between the two, wrapping the masked man into the shape of a turtle and tortoise, and "rescued" the masked man who had almost jumped off the building.

  Mask man: "???"

  The masked man, wrapped in chains into a strange shape, twisted on the ground.

  Irin's power condensed into an invisible slap, and slammed the opponent's mask down.

   looked at it for a moment…

   Well, I don't know.

   is another trick.

   "I have one last question..." Yi Rin looked at the other person's eyes indifferently, and slowly said a sentence: "What is the relationship between Chenxi housekeeping and 'Dawning Sect'?"

The moment   Irin said those three words, the other party's eyes showed mixed emotions such as struggle and horror.

   seems to be hesitant to say it.

  But Yi Rin raised his hand without saying a word, and outlined a stream of light lines that only he could see.

   "Okay, I understand."

  Wait, wait a minute, I'm going to confess and be lenient!

  Boom!

   The firelight of the explosion attracted the attention of Oda Mai and the "white cat", and the fierce fight between the two stopped for a moment.

  Irin focused on the "Grip of Oblivion".

Yo? Not dead yet?

  The blood is quite thick!

   Come again!

   "Actually, you are right about one thing, my output skills are really not much."

  Boom!

  …

   [Apostle 1010, kill the "Fourth-Order Apostle", get death points: 4444 points. The current death point remaining: 39844 points. 】

  【Get chaos value +533! 】

  [Starting to randomly select the relics of "Fourth-Order Apostles (Guan Caimu...]

  …

   Irin was slightly taken aback by the prompt that appeared in front of him.

   Fourth order?

   In other words, the elite apostles who have reached the 30th floor or above?

   was killed so easily?

   Is this year's fourth-order so watery?

  Irin secretly complained.

   Sure enough, because there are many uncertainties in attributes, props, and skills, the level of the apostle may not be exactly the same as the true strength of the apostle.

   He still has a bunch of hole cards left unreleased.

   Nightmare was still snorting alcohol boredly beside him, and his headlights flashed every now and then in protest.

   This is unclear, unclear, and people die without a little bit of defense... It's a surprise.

   To be honest, when the kill notification appeared, Irin once thought that the opponent was only about the second rank.

   And that name…

   Officials are only bathing?

   Coffin wood?

   Don’t you think about metaphysics when you choose your name?

   Maybe it's because the name is not obtained well, that's why he died without a card.

  If you don't die, who will die...

  Irin thought, walked forward silently, touched the "relic box" floating on the charred corpse of the other party, and licked the bag at the speed of light.

   As for the five layers of "Blood Will" of [Bloodthirsty Disaster], Iren had already filled five layers before entering the world of Uranus, and this wave of kills was a waste.

  …

  【Get the "Disciplinary Armband of the Disciplinary Committee"! 】

  …

  Ouch...equipment?

  Irin was slightly taken aback.

   (end of this chapter)