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"Use."

Yan Li replied solemnly.

"Please plant the seeds into your flesh and blood, describe the detailed structural diagram of the required items in your mind, and count down for 1 minute."

The mechanical voice was broadcasting without emotion.

Yan Li’s eyes flashed. She dug out this seed from Vincent’s flesh and blood.

She walked to the table and took out the utility knife from the pen holder. Without hesitation, she cut open the palm of her right hand and stuffed the colorful black metal seed into the wound. Pictures flashed through her mind quickly.

Suddenly she flipped her wrist and raised her hand to aim at the wall behind her.

A black silenced pistol with silver dandelion patterns appeared out of thin air in the blood-soaked right hand.

Yan Li pulled the trigger with her finger, and a hole instantly appeared in the wall. Sparks crackled and metal wires came out.

A shrill scream sounded, and the room seemed to have unstable voltage, and the light flickered.

Immediately afterwards, a black and ferocious human face appeared on the hole. The human face was twisted, and the eyes seemed to bulge out. It rotated 360 degrees, and then returned to its original state, staring at Yan Li fiercely.

"My previous feeling was indeed correct. Someone was watching me and could swim freely in this room."

She said and paused, "What are you? Are you a ghost or a human? Can't you speak and can only scream? I'll try again!"

The black face twisted, then disappeared into the wall again.

Yan Li held her breath. She glanced at the gun in her hand and became excited.

That special seed can actually transform into a full-metal weapon according to the precise composition in her mind.

As an armed personnel selected by the base since she was a child, weapons are an extension of her limbs and a part of her soul.

1 minute is enough for her to show off her skills.

Yan Li was thinking about it, and suddenly turned around and fired a shot at the glass window in front of the desk. Another scream sounded, and the black face twisted into a ball and appeared on the glass, and then disappeared again.

Sparks flew out of the glass window, shattering like a mobile phone screen.

Yan Li pondered for a moment and looked at the group of cyberpunk-style building display screens opposite the window. This time the advertisement was for a printer.

The silver-white printer looked like an iterative version of the old black model at home. Almost instantly, five young men with different styles and prosperous faces were printed out, and they began to dance a sword dance that would not have been practiced for 800 years.

"Hide and seek? I'm very good at this."

She is really good at finding a needle in a haystack to find the mission target, and then obliterating it.

The light in the room flickered again, like an old-fashioned screen with poor signal, and it felt like snowflakes would appear at any time. Page (1/3)