In fact, he feels that the limit of carbon nanomuscle fibers is far beyond this. However, the conversion of bioelectric energy and the native body's heat dissipation system alone cannot support higher output.

Moreover, my own unstrengthened bones cannot bear it.

Jiang Zhou thought as he touched his cracked and shattered fist bones with bared teeth.

I don’t know why the upgrade path of “Icarus” did not undergo some modifications to strengthen the bones at depth 1.

In addition to the above enhancements, plus the enhancement of balance enough to allow him to do a backflip on the tightrope, and the instinct for danger like a beast.

If I were to travel back in time like this now, I would probably be at the average level of those special forces kings in the urban legends of the past, right?

Jiang Zhou finally concluded with a bit of self-deprecation.

"Ahem...haha..."

At this time, the guy who had his spine crooked and his eyeballs popped out stumbled up again under Jiang Zhou's confused gaze.

Then, he continued to walk towards Xia Hu's position with a ghostly spirit, limping over.

No, brother, it’s already like this and why don’t you lie down obediently...

Jiang Zhou was dumbfounded.

And is there something wrong with this guy's brain? Shouldn't a normal person give in when faced with this kind of situation, or kneel down and beg for mercy or something?

Even if you have a stronger bone, you should still be fighting for yourself...

Why is this person still thinking about that child when he is only half-breathed?

It's like a zombie with a resentful spirit.

crazy?

Not only that, given the opponent's physical condition, he should have been unable to move for a long time. After all, Jiang Zhou's previous punch even broke the opponent's spine.

But I don’t know whether it’s an obsession or a residual nerve signal. The other party dragged his dilapidated body towards this side, and his speed became faster and faster, and his movements became smoother and smoother.

It's as if there is some invisible existence that is holding the thread to control the other party's movements.

The man opened his hands covered with silver scales again, and the scales on them stood up again and began to tremble slightly.

Jiang Zhou, who really couldn't stand it, took out the Scorpio from the holster, adjusted the maximum output, and then blasted the opponent's head with one shot.

Seeing that the opponent's headless and breathless body shook for a moment, and then fell back to the ground. Jiang Zhou was about to turn around and leave. But he thought about it, and after the barrel of the gun cooled down, he aimed at the opponent's heart.

Another shot.

"Let's go, little shrimp tiger, I will take you there..."

Jiang Zhou turned around and looked at Xia Hu. At this moment, the other person looked at him with a look that Jiang Zhou had only seen in the past from children who were watching Ultraman for the first time.

"I understand, this is what you said before, remember to last the last hit, right?"

Xia Hu pointed at the dead body of the man, not afraid at all, but said very excitedly.

Ah...Jiang Zhou remembered. This was something Liao Qi had told the children here in the past when he told stories about the lower class streets.

Most of them were stories that Liao Qi heard from hearsay and then told with added detail. But after all, it was impossible for him to really teach those children how to go to the bottom to do illegal business. Naturally, he just romanticized those so-called street legends.

But it seems that this kid may really believe everything in the future.

Including in the past, Liao Qi bragged that he was the one-on-one fight king on the tenth floor of the resettlement area...

Looking at the innocent and passionate look in the other person's eyes, Jiang Zhou felt a headache.

The impact on minors is simply immeasurable...

"Let's go first. There was a lot of movement here just now, maybe..."

Jiang Zhou felt that he would always be interrupted when he spoke today.

With a loud "swish" sound, something flew past in the corridor outside the door, carrying countless wall dust behind, and finally there was a loud "bang" sound at the end of the corridor.

All this happened so quickly that Jiang Zhou could only see a blur of black shadow.

"You hide here for now, I'll go out and take a look."

Jiang Zhou patted Xia Hu's head, and then replaced the Scorpio in his hand with an energy magazine.

In addition to smoke and dust, the corridor was also filled with the smell of burning steel, and...the smell of roasted protein.

The eye-tracking cornea helped Jiang Zhou zoom in, allowing him to see clearly the two people who caused the mess outside.

One is Booker. At this moment, there are a few scratches on the metal carapace on his body, as if he had been scratched by wild beasts.

The other one was a man who was stepped on the ground by Booker. Behind him extended the turbine iron wings that were emitting dark smoke, and his entire lower body seemed to be roasted and was sizzling.

Oil leaks out.

For some reason, Jiang Zhou felt that this person's appearance was somewhat similar to Black Falcon-136.

"Hey, Liao Qi, have you finished your work over there?"

Probably hearing the footsteps behind him, Booker turned his head. When he saw that the person coming was Liao Qi, he said in a voice with a dull reverberation.

At this time, the man he stepped on the ground wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to swing his claws at Booker, but he was caught by the latter.

"My side is also fast."

As he spoke, Booker broke it off with his bare hands, then bent down and pressed the broken claw blade against the opponent's throat like a knife.

"Tell me, who gave you the confidence to come here to challenge Icarus?"
Chapter completed!