Enforcer's Handbook

Uneasiness enveloped the human form at this moment.

He could not understand the reason for Song Lan's inquiry, because according to RT1's absolutely rational calculation, after he adapted to the baptism of the turbulent flow of time, Song Lan fell into a desperate situation.

The blow that cut him off just now was the final swan song. The longer the war lasted, the gap between the two sides would become more and more obvious, until the war that ushered in a new era ended in a one-sided manner.

But Song Lan's tone and expression never looked like a question from a desperate person.

right,

puzzle.

Regarding Song Lan's ability, there is still the fourth mystery, which is the final battle that was buried by history and destroyed the entire upper world.

Judging from the form of that battle, the gap between the two sides seemed to be even wider than it was now.

"It's a matter of probability."

RT1 said that they have already learned the truth of history from the revelation of fate, which is also the real reason why Song Lan can win. "As long as there is 1% in theory, not 0.01% possibility of victory, the timeline will also choose to be based on The one where your victory is the result.”

Now, according to calculations, Song Lan's probability of winning this battle is 0%.

The mutual integration and compensation of the three life forms theoretically eliminates the last 0.01% possibility. The close combat just now is just the tip of the iceberg of this battle. His computing power, spiritual power and regeneration power are far from being fully reflected. , the reason is that Song Lan is now tired of dealing with his offensive.

Song Lan ignored the humanoid's chattering.

It seemed to be an act of emboldening himself. He kept telling the same thing over and over again. In the end, even he believed that victory was close at hand. This persistent spirit was worth encouraging, but right now, what he needed was some first aid work. .

When Song Lan's hand reached into the inner pocket of his clothes, the reassembled silhouette of the human figure expanded violently several times. He almost instinctively moved back, widening the distance between him and Song Lan.

The RT1 scans in the blink of an eye.

The object taken out from the inner pocket of the clothes is not some kind of weapon that increases power or even destroys the world. It looks very ordinary. It is so ordinary that it only sells 15 watts on the supermarket shelves.

First aid spray home pack.

Production company, Yungang Biopharmaceuticals.

"What's that look in your eyes? I came prepared this time."

While speaking, Song Lan aimed the first aid spray at the nose that had been hit hard.

The effect of the first aid spray was remarkable. A few seconds after it was sprayed, the steady flow of nosebleeds stopped, but the stinging sensation still lingered. He had reason to suspect that the bridge of his nose had broken under the strong blow.

There is a line of small words on the first aid spray. Its effect is only for external injuries. For injuries such as fractures and internal organ damage, it is recommended that users go to the nearest prosthetic hospital for treatment.

"First aid spray?"

The humanoid never dreamed that such a ubiquitous thing would appear in their duel.

But this also means that the blow he just made worked.

Although the strength and spiritual energy were deflected the moment it touched the opponent, the attack still landed firmly on the bridge of Song Lan's nose, and successfully inflicted damage to the extent that he needed to go to the Prosthetic Hospital for treatment. .

In contrast, the interception injury did not have any substantial impact on him.

"I made a decision."

Song Lan put away the first aid spray. It took him more than ten seconds to adapt to the pain caused by the broken bridge of his nose. This made him realize that no matter the bloody battles in animations or movies, no matter how many injuries he suffered, he could still survive. How outrageous is the pain tolerance of people who become more courageous as they fight.

"Fighting isn't for me."

But he thinks there is nothing shameful about this. After all, his goal in life is to become an office worker who leads a peaceful life, not a fighting maniac who licks blood at the tip of a knife.

A broken nose is considered a serious injury for an office worker.

Moreover, as people get older, their legs and feet can no longer keep up with the young people who have just completed the integration.

"So if you're enjoying yourself, this battle can end here."

"Are you admitting defeat?"

"If it makes you happy."

Song Lan raised his neck and took the initiative to let the figure leave his sight. He looked in the direction of the terrace above his head and began to think about the famous rhinology hospital near the apartment.

Such an injury shouldn't be serious enough to require a new nose, right?

"Are you kidding me?"

In an instant, the human form crossed the boundary of space and appeared in front of Song Lan. The consciousness of the Gene Lord took over at this moment.

This was by no means the victory he imagined.

At the end of this battle, it should end in ruins, with one party exhausted. He is looking forward to this showdown more than anyone else, which will make both sides try their best.

In a fit of anger, he launched another attack.

RT1's calculations are getting better and better. He can already see the scene in the next 3 seconds... no, 5 seconds later. Song Lan will definitely be able to dodge this straight-line attack, but after 5 seconds, in When his reaction breaks, he will seize that moment again!

However, this time, the changes after 1 second developed in an unexpected direction.

Song Lan's body did not turn into nothingness as planned, but the fist that was swung at the bridge of his nose once again missed.

The brain went blank for a full three seconds. When the figure came back to consciousness, he realized the reason why the attack was missed - the right hand that was supposed to be swung at Song Lan disappeared at some point.

Different from the last interception, he could still vaguely sense the existence of that part of energy, but it was extremely far away from him, so far away that even across the distance of the entire world, he might not be able to find the whereabouts of that part of the lost energy.

this……

What is the ability?

"What, aren't you happy?"

Song Lan asked, "I personally am not obsessed with winning or losing. This will only bring unnecessary pressure to me, but have you never been curious about how the probabilities you calculated came about?"

The humanoid's eyes narrowed, and he responded to Song Lan's question with practical actions.

This time, however, his attack had the same result.

Another part of the energy disappeared.

It appeared in a completely different place than the right arm. The same thing was that it seemed to have crossed countless timelines and was placed in a corner that could not be found.

Even though he could stand without needing his legs, this uncalculated position filled him with visceral fear.

No, according to his calculations, he should have already adapted to the process of activating Song Lan's abilities.

But why did he fail to capture the moment when the opponent's ability was activated just now after spending two opportunities to take action?

Could it be... could there be deviations in his calculations?

"More than twenty years is really a long time. It has been so long since Benjamin Abele died."

Zero mentioned that during the past twenty years, they had been studying him as an imaginary enemy all the time, "So, on what day did Mr. Benjamin die?"

January 21, 2141.

Benjamin Abele is laid to rest in the first arrondissement.

The humanoid doesn't know why Song Lan asked this, but this is a historical event that most people know, and it affects the fate of countless people - in RT1's records, it can even pinpoint the specific time of death to the second.

"2141, January..."

The humanoid voice stopped abruptly.

A stronger fear than before surged into his heart. He had just put all his calculations and attention on Song Lan. This was the first time he looked back on the past after adapting to the other party's ability, but when that number was about to As he blurted out, RT1 saw more.

More numbers.

Numbers that keep changing.

Minute by second, down to the changes in days and years.

Every second they experience at this moment seems to affect the change of past history.

RT1 finally understood the true intention of Song Lan's question, which was also the real source of the uneasiness and fear.

Not only time is changing, but also everything they experience and believe in.

In the past twenty years, all their cognitions will undergo earth-shaking changes with the passage of time. Then...according to this discovery, he will never be able to calculate the exact value of the outcome of this duel!

"...It was you, you told me!"

The 0% winning rate, as well as all the puzzles and answers, were told to him "personally" by Song Lan.

Among the ever-changing time and history, Song Lan selected one of them and displayed it in front of him.

The moment he realized the truth, the humanoid followed his instinct and made the most direct reaction.

——Escape!

Find a place to hide. With the energy he has now, it is still possible to make a comeback.

Another twenty or thirty years.

Or just wait until the day when Song Lan dies!

The upper terrace was getting closer and closer, and the humanoid saw Zero, who was still in a coma. He walked through the long corridor behind her and returned to the surface, where he could find hope of escaping from here.

This space is located under the military technology building. At this moment, the staff in the building and the entire first area can be used as bargaining chips to delay this devil!

Because according to their calculations of Song Lan's character, at least in the past few months, he still retains a kind side. The collapsing buildings and crying crowds might distract him from his thoughts.

The humanoid is constantly sensing what's behind it, calculating all possible attacks.

But Song Lan still stood there and seemed to have no intention of pursuing him.

Could it be...

Could this person really make the decision not to bother pursuing him at such a juncture?

Yes, if it is this person, it is entirely possible!

In any case, the bridge of his nose was injured, and he needed to go to a prosthetic hospital for treatment. With Song Lan's rejection of prosthetics, he would never allow his nose to be replaced with a prosthetic.

So get going!

Yungang Biopharmaceutical has many excellent prosthetic hospitals. If you go there now, I can waive your medical expenses!

There are many beautiful things in this world, fighting is meaningless!

The erratic human body passed straight through all obstacles in front of him, and his heart was chattering in an almost insane way, as if this could scare him away or persuade Song Lan to give up the pursuit.

I don't know if he heard the cry of the humanoid, but Song Lan just stood there without taking a step forward.

All this happened in just a few seconds, and the human figure finally returned to the ground from the dark underground.

He saw the afternoon sun.

The sunshine today was particularly warm, giving him the feeling of surviving a disaster.

The humanoid had no time to take care of the employees who were frightened by this scene, and rushed towards the door desperately.

Close,

Closer.

He finally rushed out of the door, letting the afternoon sun really shine on him.

Then, all the light suddenly went dark.

There was that lingering blank again, and after the blank, he saw the same scene again.

Broken spaces, altars, and broken passages are floating in the air in disorder.

Time has returned here.

He went back 5 seconds to the moment when he desperately wanted to escape from here.

"Don't be discouraged, your calculations are actually correct."

Song Lan stared at the human form, "If there is another Song Lan here, maybe he will be defeated by you. After all, fusing three completely different powers is a feat that has never been accomplished by anyone."

"Stay away from me—!"

RT1 gave up calculations. After failing to escape, the human form transformed back into a raging beast. When the consciousnesses of the three merged with each other, a familiar and sharp voice emerged.

The ever-expanding body seemed to be summoning a spiritual storm to come.

This is the belief that gathers "collective consciousness" and sets off a storm with unprecedented spiritual intensity.

The humanoid seems to be ready to die together. He has no way of knowing whether this psychic storm can get rid of the devil in front of him this time, but what is certain is that he will destroy the first area and all the surrounding core cities. .

"You will definitely keep such a precious body to yourself."

This is the second time Song Lan meets the being in front of him.

The body in front of me with the power of "god" should naturally become the carrier of the "new god". "You originally planned to take over the body after this battle. What a pity. How does it feel to have failed again?"

The same scene happened once before.

After a long period of time later, Song Lan gradually understood the reason why he was selected to become the "Holy Son". If it were not for this inexplicable name, his life would have no connection with the upper world.

In the original prophecy of the upper world, the Holy Son was the key to defeating the Mechanicus. Under his leadership, psychic civilization would bear the most brilliant fruits.

But what happens after that?

If he really wipes out everything as predicted by the prophecy and becomes the master of the upper world, what will happen after that?

Looking at the crazy human figure in front of him, he was once again convinced of the answer.

"This ability."

He looked at the human figure, and the concept of time became blurred. Everything here was in a strange turbulence of time, sometimes standing still, sometimes moving forward, and sometimes going backwards.

——"You want it very much, right?"

Thanks to Huahua Zhuerchong for the 100 starting coins!

Small theater its three hundred and fifty-nine:

A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Wednesday, in the evening

After a whole day of careful guidance, Song Lan's understanding of court dance has made great progress.

Of course, the price is heavy.

Lu Xiang's left foot is still aching.

Unfortunately, the banquet was coming soon, so she could only suppress the excitement for the time being and record what Song Lan did today in a small notebook.

Today she put on light makeup, put on a carefully selected evening dress, wore high heels and held Song Lan's arm affectionately, while thinking about her future revenge... no, a plan to seek justice.

A long time ago, someone once said that the best way to overcome fear is to face it head on.

So after today's banquet, she planned to help Song Lan overcome the psychological shadow of being thrown over the shoulder and thrown in the arms.

Song Lan, who had no idea about this, was feeling the grand and elegant atmosphere of the Iris Consortium's banquet. According to his observations along the way, most of the people attending the banquet were in pairs.

He asked curiously in a low voice, "Are these people lovers?"

"no."

Lu Xiang said, "However, people attending banquets usually find dance partners in advance. Court dancing is also one of the means of communication in the upper class. Those without dance partners are usually regarded as unwelcome."

"There shouldn't be such a person, even if it's for the sake of face..."

"Hey, Song Lan, Lu Xiang, what a coincidence!"

Guan Lili waved excitedly towards the two of them and walked towards them.

Although she tried her best to smile, there was a faint sadness surrounding the empty space.