74: Chapter 74 Physical Salvation
The tire named Robert clearly understood the words "inferior product."
It was furious.
Its entire rubber body began to tremble violently. The already flickering streetlights now went haywire, emitting a teeth-gritting buzz of electricity.
An invisible, even more violent wave of psychokinetic energy, like a heavy hammer, slammed fiercely into Qin Ming's head.
If he were an ordinary person, his brains would likely be smeared all over the asphalt behind him by now.
Sheila covered her ears and screamed, closing her eyes in despair, not wanting to see that bloody scene.
However.
One second passed.
Two seconds passed.
There was no explosion, no sound of spraying liquid.
There was only a crisp, cold metallic click.
Clack.
That was the sound of a heavy firearm being chambered.
Sheila tremblingly opened one eye.
She saw a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.
The boy in the neat school uniform was holding a pitch-black, menacing monster in his hands.
benelli m3 Super 90 tactical shotgun.
The gun body gleamed with a cold, chilling light, its muzzle a dark abyss exuding the scent of death.
This weapon, over 1.2 meters long, held in the hands of a child less than 1.6 meters tall, created an extremely intense and absurd visual contrast.
"Although you're made of rubber," Qin Ming held the gun with one hand, the stock firmly pressed against his thin shoulder.
His eyes were colder than the barrel in his hand.
"But I don't think you can withstand 12-gauge shells."
The tire froze.
The psychokinetic wave it had been building up instantly stalled.
As a tire that had awakened self-awareness, although it had no eyes, it could "see" that pitch-black muzzle.
An emotion called "fear" appeared within its rubber molecules for the first time.
It rolled back a turn.
It seemed to want to run.
"Too late."
Qin Ming pulled the trigger.
Bang!!
The massive gunshot exploded across the empty road, the flames erupting from the muzzle instantly illuminating the night sky.
There was no suspense.
At a distance of less than ten meters, the dense lead pellets formed a destructive net.
The tire let out a strange, wheezing shriek.
Its tough rubber skin was instantly torn apart, half of the tire body was blown to shreds, and black fragments splattered everywhere.
It fell to the ground, twitching wildly.
"Still moving?"
Qin Ming was expressionless.
Clack.
Racking the forend, ejecting the shell, chambering a new one.
The movements were fluid, like a veteran who had practiced countless times.
Bang!!
The second shot.
This shot directly obliterated the tire's remains.
The once arrogant serial killer Robert had now become a pile of smoking junk.
Qin Ming stepped forward.
His military boot crushed a rubber fragment that was still trembling slightly.
"Be a swimming ring in your next life."
"That'll be safer."
Bang!!
The third shot.
This was a merciful execution.
The last bit of intact rubber was blown to bits.
The road was completely silent.
Only the smell of gunpowder and the chirping of unknown birds in the distance remained.
Qin Ming put away the gun.
The massive weapon vanished into thin air in his hand, as if it had never appeared.
In his mind, the system's notification arrived late.
[Ding!]
[Successfully killed Mutant Grumpy Little Tire (Robert)]
[Obtained points: 3]
Qin Ming looked at the number, his eye twitching uncontrollably.
3 points.
"Cheapskate."
Qin Ming wiped his shoe sole on the ground in disgust, as if he had stepped on something dirty.
"Wasted three bullets on you."
He turned around and looked at Sheila, who had long since collapsed onto the ground.
The girl's mouth was wide open, her eyes dull.
She looked at the pile of charred rubber trash on the ground, then at the boy with the angelic face before her.
Her brain had completely crashed.
"You..."
Sheila's lips trembled, and it took her a long while to squeeze out a complete sentence.
"Where... where did you get your gun from?"
"Picked it up by the side of the road," Qin Ming lied casually.
He adjusted his slightly crooked collar.
"Sister, don't go out much at night from now on."
"In this world, there are many unclean things."
"And helpful elementary school students like me just passing by are rare."
After speaking, Qin Ming ignored the poor woman who had been scared silly.
He put his hands in his pockets, stepped on the moonlight covering the ground, and continued walking toward home.
[Current Points: 644]
Although these 3 points were pitifully few, even a mosquito's leg is meat.
Accumulating small amounts into a large one—that is the true meaning of life.
Qin Ming comforted himself in his heart.
The wind blew across the road.
Sheila sat alone under the streetlight, watching the boy's receding back.
She suddenly felt that, compared to that murderous tire, this child was the true protagonist of a horror movie, right?
Monday mornings are always irritating.
Qin Ming sat at the dining table, mechanically putting a piece of burnt toast into his mouth.
"You came back very late last night," Emma sat opposite him.
"Went to deal with a traffic hazard," Qin Ming took a sip of milk.
"A tire that didn't obey traffic rules."
"Did it die?" Emma stopped her knife, her big eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Shattered," Qin Ming said concisely.
"What a pity," Emma sighed, stuffing a large piece of egg white into her mouth and chewing vigorously.
"If you had brought it back, I could have installed it on my scooter."
"Then I would have a scooter that can kill people."
"Sounds good," Qin Ming agreed.
School.
The first class was boring history.
That bald teacher was on the podium, spitting as he talked about the American Revolutionary War.
Qin Ming sat in the back row by the window.
He was looking at the system shop.
644 points.
Not a lot, but definitely not a little.
He was hesitating whether to exchange for that [Primary Mind Shield].
It only cost 300 points.
It could grant immunity to most mental attacks and mind reading.
Although his mental power was already very strong, having an extra layer of insurance was never wrong.
After all, this world not only had ghosts but also various strange superpowered individuals.
"You are thinking about killing," a cold voice interrupted his thoughts.
Qin Ming turned his head.
Wednesday had approached him at some point.
"I am thinking about shopping."
"Besides, I usually don't think about killing."
"I only execute it."
Wednesday stared at him for a few seconds.
Then she nodded.
Wednesday pulled a small transparent glass bottle from her pocket.
Inside was a colorful beetle.
"For you," she placed the bottle on Qin Ming's desk.
"This is a carrion beetle sent from the Amazon rainforest."
"It can strip a mouse down to the bone in thirty minutes."
"Thanks," Qin Ming put away the bottle.
"I'll give you a piece of a demon's finger bone as a return gift later."
"It's a deal."
The corners of Wednesday's mouth twitched upward by a millimeter with extreme difficulty.
Just then, there was a commotion at the classroom door.