novellhall Chapter 55: Should I Avoid His Edge?
Chapter 55: Should I Avoid His Edge?
Ivan looked at his little helper with admiration in his eyes.
"As expected of a division of my brain. Its comprehension, execution, and locking abilities are comparable to top-tier AI."
Your own eyes are infrared lock-on.
The secondary brain is the hunting robot.
He squatted down and gave the secondary brain a thumbs up.
"If we brothers join forces, how can we possibly defeat a single general!"
The secondary brain raised the bone spur and lightly touched it to his thumb.
"Brother is right!"
Evan muttered to himself, and together with his secondary brain, began a highly efficient mouse-catching operation.
The whole process resembled a precisely orchestrated combat exercise.
Ivan was responsible for using his demon hunter vision to lock onto targets, while the secondary brain was responsible for sneaking in and attacking.
In the cracks of the wall, behind the cabinets, in the wooden beams of the ceiling, and next to the drainpipe in the bathroom.
Once a target is marked by the demon hunter's vision, the secondary brain will slip through in an incredibly nimble way, sending the target to heaven.
In just ten minutes.
All the rats in the entire apartment were eradicated.
Evan grabbed the large straw basket in the corner and counted them one by one.
There were fifteen of them, all brown-haired rats fattened up in the sewers of Guding Street.
They came in all shapes and sizes, a complete family.
He squatted on the floor, squeezing the blood of each rat into his mouth.
The second one was still a bit hard to swallow, but the third one was easier to eat.
After the sixth rat, he even began to appreciate the subtle differences in the taste of blood from rats of different ages.
Because each mouse carries different types of pathogens, the rate of increase also varies. On average, Evan confirmed a certain data.
A single house mouse can contribute approximately 0.01% to the progress of the copper plague.
15 units brought in 0.15% of the progress.
After the blood was fully consumed, the overall progress of the copper epidemic successfully climbed to 0.371%.
After cleaning up the rat carcasses on the ground, he put the basket of corpses into a bag and went downstairs to the alley.
The little green-eyed wildcat that had been scared away by Pulis earlier was squatting there again, its eyes cold as it looked around.
Ivan tossed a bag of mice over: "This is a bag of mice."
I hope you can get through this winter.
Back upstairs, as he stood by the sink washing his hands and face, he found his stomach surprisingly full.
"I don't even need to eat breakfast today."
"No wonder Pris only ate a little for lunch; he's really not hungry after drinking so much blood!"
With a sigh, he looked at his secondary brain.
During the collaboration just now, Ivan also thoroughly understood the performance of the secondary brain.
The main brain and the secondary brain can send instructions to each other, but the transmission is not equal.
The command information density issued by the main brain is very high, and the secondary brain can understand complex tactical instructions.
Conversely, the secondary brain can only transmit a very limited amount of information to the primary brain.
It's nothing more than the most basic action signals like "wake up," "move forward," "lie down," and "bend over."
The maximum control radius between the two heads is approximately ten meters.
Beyond this distance, the secondary brain will enter a semi-automatic state, relying on instinct to act.
The bone spurs on the secondary brain are quite sharp and can easily pierce human skin and brittle bones.
The bony shell that surrounds the brain tissue is about twice as hard as the adult skull.
Its maximum jump height can reach two meters or three meters.
After replenishing his blood, Evan casually grabbed a gray woolen jacket with a missing button from the hanger and put it over his faded old shirt.
The shoes on his feet were secondhand leather shoes that Old Tom had repaired three times.
He took the biscuit box out of the drawer, stuffed the remaining six dollars and eleven cents into his pocket, locked the door, and left the apartment.
"The potion is gone, and I'm taking the last six dollars with me."
He sneered inwardly.
"Let's see how you curse me next."
As I walked out of the building, the hands of my pocket watch pointed to eight o'clock.
Guding Street has fully awakened.
The breakfast vendors set up their tin stoves, and the heat and soot swirled into a grayish-white mist in the cold air.
Newsboys were shouting today's headlines at the top of their lungs on the street corner.
In mid-November, the air conditioning was so cold that people could clearly see white mist coming from their mouths.
Under the sunlight, everyone seemed to have transformed into a dragon-like being capable of breathing.
A milk cart jingled past, the driver with an unlit pipe dangling from his mouth, winking at a waitress by the roadside.
Ivan's pace today is completely different from that of the past few months.
They walked quickly without bowing their heads, without avoiding eye contact, and without that ingrained awkwardness and caution.
Head held high, chest out, striding confidently.
"Walk with vigor and speed, make rapid progress every day!"
He hummed a little tune he didn't even know the exact melody of, and waved to Old Tom as he passed the shoe repair stall.
Just then, a tall figure came crashing into them from around the corner.
A week ago, Evan would have instinctively stepped aside to avoid it.
After all, there are countless people like this "extortionist" on Guding Street.
Behind each of them is a gang, and behind each gang is a protective umbrella.
Ordinary people would obediently walk around such a figure, and no one would dare to provoke him.
He had been extorted for 40 cents before.
But now.
Should I avoid his sharp edge?
Bang.
Their shoulders collided heavily.
The burly man visibly swayed, but he quickly regained his balance, feigned an angry expression, and grabbed Ivan's collar with his other hand.
"Hey kid, you've run into me!"
He exaggeratedly covered his shoulder with his other hand, his face contorted as if his bones were broken.
"You hurt my shoulder!"
Upon hearing this, Ivan glanced out of the corner of his eye at several young people on the street who were pretending to be eating breakfast.
They stood up, holding their bowls of porridge, and quietly replaced the spoons in their hands with folding knives hidden in their sleeves.
Ivan grinned.
Since the 13% brain nerve damage was removed due to the removal of the secondary brain, he feels great mentally.
Never engage in internal strife. Always speak with confidence and conviction.
You're the one who messed with me? That's definitely your problem.
Since you have a problem, then I will solve it.
He reached out his right hand and placed it on the shoulder that the burly man was covering.
"Since you say it's bad, then I'll help you out."
bang.
The sound of bones dislocating and breaking was as crisp as stepping on a chicken leg bone.
Ah!
The burly man let out a scream so real it stunned everyone, and he knelt down on the cobblestone pavement, clutching his shoulder.
Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead; he was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to curse.
The scream drew the attention of everyone around.
The four young men pretending to eat breakfast exchanged glances, and almost simultaneously pulled out daggers from their sleeves, surrounding the area from four directions.
The dagger gleamed coldly in the morning light.
then……
Ahhhhh!
Ah!
Screams rang out incessantly.
Ivan's figure weaved among the four people like flowers in bloom.
Every movement was precise, clean, and without any unnecessary actions.
An elbow strike, a sweeping leg kick, a reverse joint lock, and a slashing leg kick.
The pause between each action should not exceed half a second.
Almost instantly.
The four originally aggressive young men all knelt down on the ground.
Each person's right arm dangled at an eerie angle, the bone protruding faintly from the flesh, and blood seeping from the torn cuffs of their shirts.
"Big brother! Big brother! I was wrong!"
"Brother, spare me!"
The four youths turned pale instantly and burst into tears, just like children caught stealing by their parents.
Evan pursed his lips, ignored them, and turned to look at the corner of Guding Street.
There stood three members with Gus tattoos.
Evan shouted at them.
"Hey! You're from the Gus gang."
"Come wash the floor."
He said it in the most casual tone imaginable.
"Thugs who've snuck in and are extorting money from the neighbors. Didn't you see them?"
"You took the protection money but didn't do anything, huh?"
The entire Guding Street fell completely silent in that instant.
The breakfast vendor stopped shoveling.
The newsboy's next shout got stuck in his throat.
The coachman pulled on the reins.
All the passersby turned around in disbelief, staring at the young man who looked like he had just come of age, as if they had seen a ghost.
Old Tom, the shoe repairman, slowly took off his reading glasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his clothes, put them back on, and then carefully looked at his upstairs neighbor.
The three Guz gang members on the street corner turned pale and then flushed.
They had received clear orders: they must never provoke this guy named Arkham.
After all, they still haven't received any news about where Brother Zack and his group went.
Mr. Knock only told them one thing to remember: "Stay away from this kid."
Now, instead of staying away from them, this kid is treating them like cleaners.
But none of the three dared to utter a single word.
He could only hold his nose and run over in small steps, without saying a word.
They kicked and shoved the five outsiders who were kneeling on the ground and wailing, dragging them up and driving them out of the Guding Street area while cursing all the way.
Ivan clapped his hands.
"Today's a great day to climb the ranks!"
He hummed a new tune that no one could understand, and walked through the cobblestone alleyway bathed in morning light toward the tram stop.
Behind them, the entire Guding Street seemed to have been put on repeat, slowly returning to its original bustling atmosphere.
But everyone who witnessed that scene looked at it differently than before.
Gus gang...
It seems they aren't all-powerful.