Spy Family

The figure on the outer wall of the building climbed extremely quickly. When it was still seven or eight meters above the ground, it jumped down, landed smoothly, straightened its clothes, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Most of the passers-by around were attracted by the deceased and did not notice anything unusual above.

Only Lu Linbei saw it and was extremely surprised. He even had hallucinations and suspected that he was still in the game on the island. He had never been awakened by Mei Wangzhen and was relying on a tube to maintain his life.

It wasn't until Iron Fist took a few steps that Lu Linbei reacted. Regardless of the confidentiality policy, he immediately sent a message to Mei Wangzhen, informing her that the target was downstairs, and then got out of the car and followed him not far or near.

Mei Qianzhong must have found out the true identity of this person. Lu Linbei didn't know it yet and still called him Iron Fist in his heart. Now it seems that this person not only possesses the Iron Fist, but also has various extraordinary abilities.

Players in the game travel to reality and start a battle between good and evil. This is a plot that can only be found in movies. Lu Linbei has seen it, and now he just wants to know where the player who represents the righteous side is.

He took out the pistol and held it tightly. His arm naturally drooped and swung, using the darkness to hide the weapon in his hand.

Iron Fist is still the same as in the game, taking long strides and jumping up and down, not giving way to anyone, and going straight to meet him. In the end, the person opposite always takes the initiative to avoid it and casts a dissatisfied look.

Don't hit the limbs, aim at the chest and abdomen, Lu Linbei thought. Generally speaking, the hands and feet can be fully modified, but the internal organs are still relatively fragile after all - if that is still a human being.

He couldn't be a robot, Lu Linbei speculated. First, humans don't have this technology yet. Second, why do robots want to play immersive games? The real world is their playground.

Iron Fist turned into an alley ahead, and at that moment, Mei Wangzhen called.

Lu Linbei plucked his ears and heard Mei Wangzhen's voice: He is a blank now. Don't follow him too close. We will catch up soon. Don't make a move.

Iron Fist will also copy and cut off the chip in the body, which means that the previous tracking method is no longer effective. Lu Linbei hurriedly followed, turning into an alley and slowing down.

Iron Fist was walking more than ten meters ahead. He was obviously in a very good mood. He jumped more cheerfully and whistled in his mouth.

The alley was relatively narrow and there were not many pedestrians. Three drunkards walked across the street, arms crossed, walking crookedly, shouting and laughing wildly.

They didn't know how powerful Iron Fist was, and they just regarded him as a wandering teenager who started to insult and provoke him from a distance.

Lu Linbei really wanted to remind them, but the only thing he could do was to walk slower and keep the distance between them.

When they were about to meet, Iron Fist suddenly stopped, made a salute, stood on tiptoes, and suddenly shook his head, like a marionette or a clown on the stage, using exaggerated movements to please children and adults. It sounds a bit contemptuous.

The drunkard opposite was irritated and came forward cursing.

Iron Fist raised his foot, kicked one person away, waved his arm, and knocked down the second one. The third drunkard finally woke up, stood there and dared not move, trembled for a long time, and said I'm sorry.

Iron Fist slowly circled around him, getting very close, with the tip of his nose almost touching the other person's skin, as if he was smelling something, probably his favorite fear.

On the ground, the two people who were knocked down were whining softly.

Do you think you are the master of this street? Iron Fist asked, his voice exactly the same as in the game.

No, no, I, I don't live here...

You are not the master anywhere. Iron Fist said seriously, Even in your own home, you are not the master. Why?

Because...because my wife is very strict?

Idiot! Iron Fist looked very annoyed, Because I, people like me, are the masters of the world, and you, guys like you, are all trash, living in the world, and your only contribution is to add a little noise.

Yes, yes, I am a waste, you... you are the master. The drunkard was frightened and his whole body was shaking.

Iron Fist stretched out his hand to strangle the opponent's neck and slowly lifted him off the ground. The drunkard struggled hard, but to no avail.

Um, hum, tut, hey... Iron Fist made a strange sound, seeming to be embarrassed about what to do next.

In the distance, Lu Linbei was already hiding in the shadows, saying to himself: He won't kill him, so don't go out.

But Iron Fist has not let go, and the sound of the drunkard's struggle is getting weaker and weaker. For Iron Fist, this may be another game, and it is in an unchallenging primary area.

Lu Linbei couldn't bear it anymore. He put aside his orders, walked out of the shadows, and said loudly: Hey, little guy, you are not qualified to be the 'master' of any place.

Iron Fist turned around to look, threw away the prey in his hand, and slowly approached.

Lu Linbei's heart was beating wildly, and he reminded himself again: aim for the chest or abdomen.

Hey, I recognize you, you're the one... I'm looking for you. The alley was very dark, but Iron Fist still recognized the other person's appearance, and his tone became happy, This is really... you are following me. ? Ha, when I went out today, I thought my luck would not be too bad, but I didn’t expect you to come to my door. I let you escape that day, which made me very angry, very, very angry.

You killed eight of us. Lu Linbei said coldly, quickly reviewing the shooting lessons he had learned in his mind. It was not his strong point, but it was not too bad either.

If it weren't for luring them into a trap, I would have chased you until I killed you. So, they died for you, but it doesn't matter, you will see them soon.

Do you have a grudge against the Emergency Department?

The Iron Fist stopped ten meters away, and Lu Linbei decided to wait for him to get closer.

I don't know whether I'm a grudge or not. I'm just following orders.

So you are not the real 'master', but a thug. Lu Linbei mocked.

Iron Fist is indeed still a young man at heart. He gets angry when provoked and loudly shouts: What do you know? You are just one of the ordinary people. You... who wants to talk nonsense to you?

Iron Fist suddenly accelerated, jumped on the spot, and jumped six or seven meters in one step.

Lu Linbei didn't hesitate anymore, raised his arm, aimed first and then shot.

It was difficult to see the details in the darkness, but Lu Linbei believed that he had hit the target because there was no sound of the bullet being bounced and Iron Fist looked down.

Shameless guy...

Lu Linbei continued to shoot, aiming every shot at his chest.

Iron Fist is not made of steel, but it does not fall down after being shot like ordinary humans. Instead, it continues to move forward, raising its fists, preparing to kill the enemy with one move.

Lu Linbei didn't even think about hiding or running away. He concentrated on shooting. He used all his strength in every shot, as if he could transfer it to the bullet...

Iron Fist staggered, as if he finally felt the power of the bullet, turned around and ran away, his steps still huge, but a little unsteady.

Lu Linbei continued to shoot until someone took his gun away.

Old Bei, we've run out of bullets. Mei Qianzhong appeared beside him, and it was he who took away the pistol.

Mei Wangzhen also caught up, panting.

Lu Linbei's already stiff body relaxed slightly, Sorry, I have to do something.

It doesn't matter, I shot the tracker into his body. Qianzhong shook the other gun in his hand. It turned out that it was only after he joined that he scared Iron Fist away.

Are you not injured? Mei Wangzhen asked.

Lu Linbei shook his head, It's okay.

Mei Qianzhong stared at him, Can we still continue the mission?

Of course, I also have a share in the mission. No one can kick me out.

Mei Qianzhong smiled and said, Okay, let's get back to the car. At least we can catch up to the place where this guy is recovering from his injuries.

Lu Linbei glanced into the distance and saw that the three drunkards had disappeared without a trace.

Lu Yezhou drove and waited outside the alley. As soon as the three of them got in the car, he started it.

Mei Qianzhong took out the microcomputer and pointed at the hologram, We've got you, Ye Zi, follow closely, there's no need to hide anymore.

Okay. Lu Yezhou drove to chase the target.

In the back row, Mei Wangzhen said to Lu Linbei: We got on the elevator and couldn't get down immediately.

I happened to see him climbing down the wall.

From the outer wall of the building? Mei Wangzhen couldn't believe it.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it, but it's true. Only his chest, abdomen, and head are probably not fully mechanized, and his limbs have been modified. There aren't many hospitals with this kind of technology, right?

Mei Qianzhong turned his head and said: It's not that there aren't many, it's that there aren't any at all. We've checked and found that some hospitals can make prosthetic limbs the same as real people, with strength and strength beyond that of ordinary people, but they can't reach the level of the 'Iron Fist'. The level is far from being reached. According to experts, this requires very high requirements in terms of materials, electronics, etc., and the medical community will not study these at all.

Military. Lu Linbei said.

First, the military is very weak and does not have the financial resources to develop such technology. Second, no matter how strong the 'Iron Fist' is, it is not stronger than bullets. If faced with heavy weapons, his mechanical limbs are of little use. So the military developed this What's the point of planting something? If he actually gets to the battlefield, a single shell will shatter him into pieces.

What Mei Qianzhong said made sense, and Lu Linbei nodded.

Lu Yezhou said while paying attention to the line: So I guess it's a certain ambitious company doing this kind of thing. It has both financial resources and technology, and they just want to train killers and don't want to go to the battlefield.

Drive your car well. Mei Qianzhong said.

The target stopped for a while. It's right in front. The car can't drive in.

Zhang Qianzhong returned the pistol to Lu Linbei, The bullets are loaded. You're welcome this time. I'll shoot when I see him.

good.

Mei Qianzhong got out of the car and ran at the front, followed closely by Lu Linbei and Mei Wangzhen, all three of them holding guns in their hands.

Lu Yezhou sat in the car and murmured: You threw me in the car again, as if I have never killed anyone.

This is a narrower alley, and the tall buildings on both sides almost collide with each other.

There were no street lights, just a dim glow from the main street.

Mei Qianzhong ran to the location of the target and stood close to the wall. The two people behind him also looked for cover, nervous about the battle that was about to begin.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement in front of him. Mei Qianzhong contacted Lu Yezhou and asked in a low voice: Is he still here?

Not moving, just a few meters in front of you. Lu Yezhou replied.

Mei Qianzhong took three cautious steps, stared at the ground for a while, then slowly lowered his gun-raising arm, Come here, there's no danger.

Lu Linbei and Mei Wangzhen caught up, and they were all stunned.

Under the dim light, the Iron Fist had been turned into pieces. The head and torso were roughly intact, and the two legs and one arm were broken into more than a dozen pieces.

Lu Linbei took a step forward, bent down, and saw that there was still a smile on his face.

He dismantled himself. Lu Linbei said. He once again felt that the world was unreal, but the twitching in his stomach was not false at all. He had to use all his strength to resist the urge to vomit.

Iron Fist may really treat reality as a game.