112: Are you a pilot too?

As time passed, everyone's inversion reached a certain degree.

At a height of about 50 meters, everyone paused in mid-air, as if an invisible wall blocked them.

"Is this the limit of vertical and horizontal? I thought we'd fall directly into outer space."

Liu Yan shook his head and flipped vertical and horizontal back over.

Seeing this, everyone's pupils instantly contracted!

Compared to falling towards the clear blue sky, watching oneself plummet to the ground was even more despair-inducing.

At a height of 50 meters, no one could survive.

As he fell towards the ground, Liu Yan continued to use his power propulsion device to change positions and harvest kills.

Compared to earlier when they didn't fight back at all, everyone now had the thought of taking Liu Yan down even if it meant their own death.

All the Foreigners aimed their guns at Liu Yan and squeezed their triggers completely.

Under such frantic, almost aimless shooting, some Foreigners even died from their own comrades' bullets.

Even if some bullets did hit Liu Yan, the power of the six sets was no joke; he was completely unaffected.

Finally, before landing, Liu Yan killed all the others.

After clearing the area, Liu Yan looked in Zhao Chuang's direction.

At this moment, Zhao Chuang was covered in blood and falling towards the ground, while a Black man falling nearby was reloading.

Liu Yan couldn't help but sigh, thinking that if this were a game where everyone had 100 health, then Zhao Chuang might have 300-400.

Liu Yan had noticed this earlier in Bakshi; Zhao Chuang, holding his shield, had taken so many shots to his arms and legs but stubbornly refused to die.

It was the same this time; the opponent had clearly fired a burst, and no matter how much the fall affected his aim, he couldn't have missed many shots at this distance.

Whoosh—!

Dududu—!

Liu Yan charged towards John, simultaneously raising his gun and firing frantically at him.

John, despite being shot in the head, did not die.

"heaven is round, earth is square! Damn it!" Liu Yan regretfully slapped his forehead.

If he had known the opponent had heaven is round, earth is square, he wouldn't have killed him directly.

If he had gotten up close, he might have been able to snatch another heaven is round, earth is square.

John, feeling his heaven is round, earth is square shatter, instantly turned his head and saw an enraged Liu Yan.

John was bewildered; looking at the other person's expression, it seemed as if *he* was the one who had wasted a special item?

Unsure if the opponent still had heaven is round, earth is square, Liu Yan did not continue shooting.

Just as he was about to hit the ground, Liu Yan inverted vertical and horizontal again.

Zhao Chuang and John were once again inverted towards the sky.

Using this recoil, Liu Yan inverted vertical and horizontal again.

The fall damage was completely canceled out, and Zhao Chuang and John fell to the ground, sustaining only minor scrapes.

As soon as he landed, John quickly got up, but suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet drop again.

He turned his head and saw Zhao Chuang, covered in blood.

Liu Yan, meanwhile, put away his gun and slowly walked over.

Seeing this, John sighed in resignation.

He, with his 180cm height, was lifted up like a chick by the other person.

And based on Zhao Chuang's exaggerated performance during the recent fight, John knew he was powerless to turn the tide.

But even more exaggerated than Zhao Chuang, in his opinion, was the young man with a scar on his face, slowly walking towards him.

"Are you also a pilot?" John couldn't help but ask.

Liu Yan ignored him, directly snatched John's backpack, and began rummaging through it.

"Hello? Are you also a pilot?"

John thought the other person hadn't understood and repeated himself word for word.

This place clearly had language translation, so why did this person act as if he hadn't understood?

"Hello, are you also..."

Slap—!

Liu Yan backhanded John across the face.

"What the hell are you babbling about?"

John looked stunned, about to ask again, but the force of that slap made him feel a bit dizzy.

Why were people from Xia Country so strong?

After thinking it over, John changed his approach.

"That repeated inversion just now, was that the effect of a special item?"

Slap—!!

"I used to be a pilot."

Slap—!!

Liu Yan backhanded him again. Was this person an idiot?

What did him being a pilot have to do with Liu Yan?

"That's why I was able to remain unaffected in that situation just now."

"I'm more curious how you did it; even that big guy just now was struggling a bit."

Hearing this, Liu Yan was about to backhand him again, but his hand froze in place.

It was true; every time he used vertical and horizontal, no matter how many times he inverted it, he never experienced any discomfort.

In fact, there was one time when Zhao Chuang and Fuji both vomited, and he had laughed at them.

Liu Yan, while rummaging through the bag, frowned in thought; he hadn't had any similar training when he used to do motion capture.

Seeing Liu Yan lost in thought, John had no intention of resisting.

He knew it was pointless; the other person dared to walk up to him with his gun slung on his back, so he naturally had confidence.

And the force of the earlier slap also proved that even if the tall guy behind him wasn't there now,

the young man in front of him could still beat him to death in close combat.

John kept staring at Liu Yan, also deep in thought.

But what he was thinking about was how to win over such an existence to his side.

If he couldn't, then he absolutely had to eliminate him, otherwise, the threat to him in the future would be too great.

"Hello, my name is... my name is Jack, and I'm preparing to form an army."

"I wonder if you're interested in joining? Although it's still in its early stages."

"But I'm confident that in the future, this place will be completely under our control, and then you will be in charge of all operational personnel!"

John looked at Liu Yan with great emotion, even gesturing with his hands.

It was completely different from when he communicated with other Foreigners; his eyes were filled with madness!

Slap—!!!

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

This time, Zhao Chuang couldn't take it anymore and slapped John across the face.

John was slapped so hard that he lost a few teeth.

"Even if you don't join, it's fine; we can still be friends."

"Even if a deal isn't made, goodwill remains. What's your name?"

Liu Yan looked up, giving John a strange look.

Was that how that phrase was used? Where did this Foreigner learn that?

But when Liu Yan looked at the Black man in front of him, baring his white teeth, he couldn't help but marvel at his cunning.

One must know that Third District had the existence of smoothbore guns.

He had only recited Chen Yu's name before, and after activating the smoothbore gun, Chen Yu was gunned down not long after.

With such a thing existing,

could names be casually spoken?

"My name is Chen Yu."

"After you get out, you can ask around. People who know me usually call me, Warden."

"And tell your other accomplices, as long as I, Chen Yu, am alive for one day, you can forget about doing evil."