Robertson's residence is on the roof of a building a few kilometers away from the Allen Martial Arts Hall. Xin Ji arrived downstairs, looked up, looked around the scenery around him, and confirmed that this place was this place.

He found clues from a photo that Robertson once posted on the Internet, and the background in the photo leaked the address. However, that photo can only tell that Robertson lives on the roof, and it should be one of the top floors. Which one is not visible.

After looking around for a while, Xin Ji walked into the building and then went upstairs.

Because there is a camera in the elevator, Xin Ji can only walk the stairs.

In fact, there are several surveillance sites in the stairs, but the layout is not tight enough and there are blind spots. Xin Ji used these dead spots to go upstairs without leaving any images in the surveillance.

The building is more than 200 stories high. If ordinary people's legs are about to get weak, Xin Ji only took ten minutes to reach the top floor. He stopped in a hidden corner, and Xin Ji's telepathy was searching around in a bunch, and it didn't take long to find Robertson's residence.

As expected, Robertson lives on the highest floor of the building, with an apartment area of ​​more than 500 square meters, including a duplex building with upper and lower floors, and a large open-air garden. The spacious balcony is on one side of the swimming pool. The interior decoration is extremely luxurious. The whole is like an aerial villa, which shows the identity of the rich man of the household head everywhere.

Xin Ji walked to the highest floor in the stairs and investigated the situation inside through the wall.

At this moment, there are no living people in Robertson's house. There are only three simulated robots at home, one is a nanny type, and the other two are defensive types, equipped with weapons, with reconnaissance and combat power.

Xin Ji frowned slightly. Three robots and the smart home system throughout the apartment were combined with the smart home system, it would be difficult for Robertson to sneak in even if he was not at home. He could be found by accident and be alerted.

However, Xin Ji had no intention of breaking in now, and sat down on the stairs, waiting for Robertson to appear.

Nowadays, everyone is flying in the air. There may not be anyone walking the stairs every ten days or half a month. Xin Ji doesn’t have to worry about someone passing by. Even if someone really comes, telepathy can be discovered in advance and avoid it.

While waiting, Xin Ji took out the Gauss pistol and held it in his hand to adapt to its structure.

The Federation is very strict in gun management. Citizens rarely have the opportunity to get in touch with guns in reality and can only enjoy it in virtual shooting games. However, the guns in the game are also restricted by the Federation and cannot be designed to be too similar to real guns, which are distorted when used.

This is the first time Xin Ji has obtained a real gun. Telepathy has already scanned the inside and outside of the pistol countless times. All the details of the gun are kept in mind, just as familiar as the lines of his palms.

The principle of a Gaussian pistol is very simple. It uses electromagnetic coils to generate huge magnetic force when a strong current flows through it and shoots out ferromagnetic bullets.

This special bullet is a small tungsten alloy projectile with a diameter of only three millimeters, but it can reach ten times the speed of sound under the acceleration of the electromagnetic coil. The huge kinetic energy it carries is enough to penetrate five centimeters thick steel plate at a close range, with an effective range of 400 meters, which is amazingly powerful.

Because the bullets are extremely small, the capacity of the Gaussian pistol is far greater than that of the pistols of the Earth era. One magazine can hold at least 120 bullets. If the Gaussian pistol did not consume electricity at the same time, more than half of the space in the magazine was occupied by batteries, and the number of bullets could be increased several times.

The sound of the Gauss pistol is very small. Even if you don’t use a silencer, it’s like you’re crushing a plastic foam ball when you shoot. There is only a slight sound of "pop", and you can’t hear it clearly a few meters away.

However, its recoil is very strong. Ordinary people shoot without any defense. The fierce recoil is likely to break their wrist bones.

The Gauss pistol in Xin Ji's hand is the seventh-generation version of the classic Black Crow series. It was developed from the first generation of Gauss pistols. After hundreds of years of optimization and improvement, it has great power and stable performance. There is almost no room for improvement. It is deeply loved by gunmen and is regarded as one of the top ten classic pistols in the Federation by many gun fans, referred to as the Black Crow Seven Series or Black Seven Series.

The Black Crow Seven Series weighs 2 kilograms and feels heavy when held in the hand. The gun body is dark and has a simple and low-key shape. The gun body is engraved with a crow-shaped wing-spreading pattern. It is 31 cm long and has a bullet capacity of 140 rounds.

The killer used more than 20 bullets before, but now there are 116 bullets left in the magazine, which is enough for Xin Ji.

A week ago, when Xin Ji held the Black Seven in his hand, a strange feeling was created in an instant, as if a pistol had become an extension of his body, like an arm using his fingers. It seemed that as long as he thought, he could hit any target within the range, and there would never be any deviation.

Without shooting tests, Xin Ji knew that this was another wonderful use of telepathy. He was a natural sharpshooter!

With the power of the Gauss pistol, the Force Warrior under the general was unable to escape from the gun, and his body could not stop the bullet, so Xin Ji immediately had the idea of ​​revenge and hid the gun quietly at that time.

With the Gauss pistol combined with telepathy, Xin Ji was confident that no high-level warrior could hold on for a second in front of him!

A few hours later, it was not dark, but the people on Europa entered a rest time. The traffic in the sky gradually increased, and the peak period for get off work was coming.

Xin Ji sat on the stairs, motionless, like a sculpture, but was actually constantly absorbing vacuum energy to convert the force.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Robertson's nanny robot was busy in the kitchen, preparing several dinners. Xin Ji knew that this meant that Robertson was coming back.

Sure enough, not long after, a luxury speed landed outside the platform of Robertson's house.

Xin Ji's telepathy extended over and found that there were four people in the car. The two intermediate warriors sitting in the front row were one male and one female, and the two were senior warriors in the back row, one of which was Robertson himself.

"I'm finally back."

Xin Ji stood up, stretched his body and moved his body.

Robertson and the other four got out of the car and entered the home, chatting in the living room. Most of the conversations were related to work. These people were not only his bodyguards, but also his confidant assistants.

The nanny robot quickly served a sumptuous dinner, and the four of them sat on the dining table, eating and talking.

Xin Ji was about to take action, but Robertson's phone rang. He glanced at the call and found that it was his father's phone. He quickly put down the tableware, got up and entered his study, as if he had something to say to his father.

Seeing this, Xin Ji paused, and was not in a hurry to take action at this moment.

"Dad." Robertson shouted respectfully in the office.

"Roberson, how many times have I told you, don't make trouble with me on my back, why don't you just listen!" Benson Allen on the other end of the phone seemed very angry, and his voice was loud, which scared Robertson. He said guiltily: "Dad, I'm not doing anything, why are you so angry?"

"You know the best thing you have done. Don't pretend to be confused in front of me. Who can't tell you that little cleverness? Sooner or later, you will ruin yourself." Benson Allen's scolding made Robertson feel a little embarrassed and his face looked very bad. Fortunately, the two of them were just talking on voice and could not see each other's images.

Robertson asked with a thorn in the air, "Dad, I really don't understand what you are talking about."

"You really don't understand?" Benson Allen's voice suddenly became a little colder, and he said in a deep voice: "Then I ask you, did you send 'No. 3' to assassinate Xin Ji last week?"

Robertson turned pale and didn't know how to answer.

"How did I explain to you before leaving Europa?" Benson Allen seemed to have reached the verge of anger and shouted: "If the champion is gone, it will be gone. It is also true that you can't beat others. If you want to take revenge, just use some commercial means to target Hongqiao Sports. Never attack Xin Ji himself again and provoke a great enemy for the family for nothing!"

"You asked Iobecai to take someone to attack Xin Ji without hiding me, which was already a big blow to him. Fortunately, he didn't know who took action, so he just exposed it. Now you are a fool, and you'll be able to assassinate him again. If you succeed, it would be fine. If you fail again, you will be killed by the snake and suffer. Will you bear his revenge in the future?"

Robertson was indifferent when he heard this, and said indifferently: "He is just a junior warrior. How much energy can he have to revenge? Let him come to me, will I be afraid of him?"

Benson Allen said furiously: "Did you forget what Marcus General Marcus said? On the field that day, the Martial Saint of Bingyuan believed that Xin Ji would win the championship from the first sight. There is a high chance of becoming a Martial Saint in the future, so he personally presented him with an award. Who do you think Martial Saint is? Can you bear the responsibility?"

A trace of jealousy flashed in Robertson's eyes and he sneered: "It's possible to become a Martial Saint in the future. I don't know how many years it will take. Isn't it enough to kill him while he is still very weak now."

"Then have you killed it?" Benson Allen asked coldly.

Robertson's expression was frozen and speechless.

"No. 3 is the best killer trained by the family. As a senior warrior, he is good at using guns and sneak attacks in secret. If you encounter No. 3 assassination, you will lose ten lives. As a result, No. 3 not only did not kill the opponent, but was severely injured and even lost half of his life! Now you should know why the Martial Saint of Bingyuan is so optimistic about him, right?" Benson Allen educated his son in a tone of regret. This time he was really disappointed.

"Dad, what should we do?" Robertson finally realized something was wrong.

Benson Allen was silent for a few breaths and said coldly: "Since he has offended him and is irreversible, then before he finds us, let the generals take action and eliminate the roots and eliminate future troubles."

Robertson hesitated for a moment and said, "But... he returned to Earth by boat today."

Benson Allen's anger finally burst out and roared, "You nerd! idiot! You don't even do bad things well. Wait until I go back to Europa to see how I deal with you!" Then he hung up the phone with a bang.

Robertson looked pale and was stunned at the phone.

Although he was a high-level warrior, he still had a deep fear of his authoritative father. When he thought of the anger he was about to face, he was immediately upset and had no appetite to continue eating.

"Ding Dong..." At this moment, the doorbell rang.
Chapter completed!