Chapter 315: The Power of Dirt

In the operating room, Xia Fei was lying flat on the bed under general anesthesia, and the brain doctor Qin Fang was skillfully working with a laser scalpel.

In the highly developed technology-based Pan-Human Alliance, machines have largely replaced artificial, especially this complex brain surgery. The flexible robotic arms are much more accurate than human manual surgery, and the doctor's main responsibility has also changed from performing surgery to the equipment controller.

In theory, machinery has the potential to completely replace doctors, but machinery lacks the important link of intelligent systems. Due to humans' fear of high-IQ robots, all mechanical assistants are in a semi-automatic operation state. They can only perform the surgical process according to human requirements, but cannot subjectively judge the physiological status of the person being operated. Therefore, the doctor needs to monitor it next to them.

It is said that the surgery during the ancient civilization period was completely handed over to robots. They have been loyal to humans for tens of thousands of years. Just when people were used to treating robots as relatives in their lives, these machines suddenly betrayed, and the epic and prosperous ancient human civilization also ended up in ashes.

The robot born in the hands of humans is like a human son. It is simply an unimaginable tragedy for a son to kill his father. Perhaps the Human Alliance is so disgusted with robots because it loved too deeply back then.

Xia Fei lost consciousness and allowed Qin Fang to open its skull. This situation is extremely dangerous for a soldier. The real soldier will not lose control of the surrounding environment at any time and hand over his life to others.

Xia Fei was certainly aware of this. He laid a spiritual silk thread around him that was completely unaware of the naked eye as his own consciousness. Assuming that the crisis came, this spiritual silk thread could notify Xia Fei as soon as possible and force his brain to wake up from anesthesia.

For ordinary people, this kind of subtle control of the spirit is as difficult as climbing the sky, but in the eyes of the advanced supernatural warrior who has received professional training and has completely opened the seventh brain domain, it seems that it is not difficult.

Besides, the ghost is also wandering around. Although this immortal soul is not sensitive to environmental changes, it can observe the fluctuations of energy and mental power in detail. The two perceptions are combined and complement each other.

Xia Fei would do the same thing when he was sleeping and never made any mistakes, but this time he underestimated the dangers around him.

No form, no smell, no energy fluctuations.

In the dark, a form that Xia Fei had no idea was slowly approaching.

Xia Fei's brain opened and his nervous system entered deep anesthesia. He was like a soldier without weapons. It is not difficult to imagine that if he was attacked at this time, he would only be passively beaten.

Silently, an exquisite butterfly knife opened and a few sword flowers were nimblely pulled out in the air. The knife was not big, but it revealed a thrilling and murderous aura.

Ghost, Xia Fei, Qin Fang, no one noticed the approaching of death, because no one would have thought that he would sneak in in such an incredible form.

His body had long turned into small molecules, mixed with air, and even the knife in his hand was just a slight dust.

He looked fragile, and it seemed that as soon as a gust of wind blew, it would blow it out a hundred and eight thousand miles.

But he is also very dangerous. Even if he turns into dust, he cannot stop the unique coldness of his body.

A crisis that no one can detect is the biggest crisis. Xia Fei doesn't remember who said this sentence. Now he is surrounded by such a crisis, getting closer and closer!

Micro dust, a special ability to transform the body into dust.

On Earth, Xia Fei once read an article about the repair of *** Muzhuo Temple, people found a corpse inside the wall. This corpse came from a great lama who practiced Tibetan Buddhism. What is strange is that his corpse was scattered, and every cell in his body was tightly integrated with the wall. It was completely impossible to distinguish which stones were and which lamas were.

Scientists have only one guess about this. The lama mastered the secret technique of turning the body into tiny molecules. He was dusting his body at that time and was about to cross this thick stone wall. Unfortunately, for some reason, he suddenly lost control of the body and stayed in the stone forever.

At that time, Xia Fei was young and completely unbelievable that such an incredible incident would be real. Who would have thought that many years have passed, and now Xia Fei actually encountered a killer with dust-like power! Moreover, Xia Fei himself was in the operation and completely lost his ability to resist!

The butterfly knife continued to fly in his hand, and the killer came like the wind, with no trace at all.

Just one thought, the knife in his hand will be transformed into a entity and fall deeply into Xia Fei's most deadly vital part. This is also the terrifying part of the dust supernatural power. It seems to be there or not, and it can decompose the objects around you at any time and restore it to its original appearance at any time.

The corner of his eyes was accidentally turned, and the killer noticed something strange in Xia Fei's head, and there was an insignificant trace on his cerebellum brain stem. If you look closely with a magnifying glass, you will find that it was a star, a black star, and two rings of star circles around it.

"Huh!?" The killer exclaimed. Of course, no one could hear his voice.

He shook his head helplessly, and a chuckled in the corner of the killer's mouth.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it." The killer said to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the killer left the room like a breeze, leaving no trace. Xia Fei on the operating table had not noticed until now that he had just walked outside the Rashomon.

...

In a blink of an eye, the killer turned into a breeze and flew out of the wall, drifting into the distance like wind and sand in the desert.

In the dark and narrow alley, several lazy stray cats were lying in the trash cans looking for food. Unfortunately, even humans themselves find it difficult to fill their stomachs in this slum area, and there are only a handful of foods that were discarded, so most of these cats were skinny and had dull hair.

The killer observed the surroundings with his eyes, and saw that no one was around, so he revealed his true face.

Just like the scene in a science fiction movie, the air is rapidly solidifying, building a transparent person. Soon, the colors begin to become clear, and a young man in his twenties appears in this alley without warning.

He hummed and played with the exquisite butterfly knife in his hand. The young man walked away as if nothing had happened to the intersection.

His steps were light, without even a slight sound, and there was a frivolous smile on his face.

I have to say that this young man is very delicate. He is obviously a man but has a look that makes most women jealous. When he smiles, he has shallow dimples on his cheeks. Assuming that he is dressed in a girl's outfit, it will fascinate all the same sexes.

At the intersection, there is a middle-aged man wearing a straight suit. His pure wool suit is of great value, but it seems a bit alternative when he appears in such a simple slum. You should know that even if he works hard for a lifetime, he may not be able to buy the sleeves of this suit.

He wore a dark round hat with a low brim covering half of his face, and his body leaned lazily against the corner of the wall. Few places in the slums were clean, but this person didn't care whether his expensive suit would be dirty. It seemed that he was only concerned about whether it was comfortable to stand, and nothing else was considered.

The young man, who was so delicate that he passed by the middle-aged man in an expensive suit, did not look at each other at all, just like all the dull passers-by on the street.

Whoosh ~

Suddenly, the butterfly knife in the young man's hand moved!

It was like a rapid electric current shot out, and the blade slashed the middle-aged man's face and penetrated into the wall. The sound was very light, as if it was cut on tofu. It can be seen that the knife as delicate as him was definitely not a toy, but a weapon to kill people without blood!

"Are you following me?" the young man slowly retracted his knife and said with a chuckling.

"I don't need to follow you, because stray cats like slums the most." The middle-aged man said with his head down. Even when the blade was less than a millimeter away from his face just now, he was not panicked at all, and now he was even more calm and terrifying.

"Didn't succeed?" asked the middle-aged man.

The young man smiled and asked curiously: "How did you know?"

"Because your knife doesn't smell bloody."

The young man curled his lips, raised his arm lightly, and the butterfly knife quickly slipped into his sleeve, disappearing like a magic trick.

The young man leaned against the corner of the wall with his hands on his hands, just like the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man lowered his head, while the young man looked at the scorching sun above his head.

"I never leave blood in my murder." The young man said lightly.

The middle-aged man said calmly: "Believe me, as long as it is a murderous knife, it will leave its own bloody smell."

Young *** was very happy, "After so many years, you are still as stubborn as before."

The middle-aged man shook his head, "I am the same as before, but the stray cat turned into Mu Xiaodao."

The young man said proudly: "Mu Xiaodao's name is good, I chose it myself."

The middle-aged man sighed, "I still like that stray cat."

"What's the difference? The stray cat uses a butterfly two-edged knife, and Mu Xiaodao also uses a butterfly two-edged knife."

"The stray cat only has life but no money, but Mu Xiaodao only has money but no money."

The young man was silent for a while, and then showed a bright sunny smile. "I will always get tired of killing too many people. I am more interested in money now. Besides, you also went to someone's side as a watchdog? So you and I have changed. The little Badog has become a watchdog, and the stray cat has also become a lucky cat. No one is better than anyone else."

"Li family, I went to the Jinbuhuan Li family." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "You'd better remember this name."

The young man smiled disapprovingly and said, "I like Jin Budeng, but I don't like Li's family."

"Whether you like them or not, they are your employer this time. If you take other people's money, you will eliminate disasters for them."

"I know." The young man frivolously whistled at a middle-aged woman passing by on the street, scaring the woman to flee.

"I know you let Xia Fei go?" the middle-aged man said helplessly. He raised his head to look at the young man beside him, and his beard flew slightly.

***: Two things, first, a frustrating period has finally passed. Jiuer doesn’t want to talk about the reason and process. From today on, Jiuer will resume two updates every day, and the plot will also speed up. More blurred curtains that have been conceived for a long time will unfold one by one.
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