"Can hit. But not necessarily kill."
Qi Lu frowned and whispered, "He seems to know my abilities very well, standing at the farthest point within range."
Just one more step back, and he could leave the effective range.
In the past, he always felt inexplicably calm when his finger hovered over the trigger.
But this time was different.
The more he aimed, the more a tense emotion fermented in his heart.
Qi Lu vaguely sensed that if he fired, there was a high possibility that the result would be a bullet piercing the coerced hostage, while the guy standing at the farthest point remained unharmed.
"I've dealt with the Crow several times, he's indeed a sharp guy," Wu Yong silently stared at the distant river, "Leading us here, and posing such a provocative posture... What is he planning?"
"Regardless, shoot."
Wu Yong said indifferently, "If we kill him, things will be peaceful in the future. If we can't kill him... it means that the Crow still has some ability."
The laziness in his eyes turned fierce in an instant.
He raised his hand.
Countless roars tore through the night, and dozens of machine guns spewed out anger!
Although the bullets in these gun barrels were not made of precious purple silver, they still contained a trace of red silver, which, when hitting a transcendent, was enough to produce tremendous destructive power!
If a passerby were to stand outside and look in at this moment, they would only feel the night was so quiet and the river so peaceful—
They would never imagine the scene inside the night sky was so brutal.
The river exploded from afar!
Water columns blurred the vision, as if the entire world had been blown up. Bullets roared in anger, almost splitting the entire river in half. Hundreds of water walls were overturned by the impact of the bullets, only to be shattered by the next bullet in the next second. Amidst the rippling waves, Qi Lu, who had been crouching motionless, finally fired.
From start to finish, he was the quietest one.
Few words.
Like a shadow.
He crouched under the long night, amidst the countless blossoming gunfire, like an unopened bud.
Until the moment he fired.
The firing pin ignited a brilliant purple light, and compared to the pouring anger of the firearms, this large sniper rifle was as silent as a ghost. In the midst of the earth-shattering roar of the firearms, the silent firework suddenly bloomed a thousand meters away.
A long bullet crossed a distance of a thousand meters in an instant.
Pierced through dozens of water walls.
Just pulling the trigger, a simple action, seemed to consume a great deal of Qi Lu's energy. His pitch-black pupils oozed blood, and even blood flowed from his nostrils... Under the transcendent ability of "Hawkeye," he could easily capture any object in his line of sight, even two or three.
But just as the convoy all fired at once.
The mental power consumed by Qi Lu's Hawkeye suddenly surged... In the countless water splashes, the shameless man holding a flowered shirt suddenly became blurry, a blur that didn't seem like much to others.
But for the Hawkeye... it was a nightmare.
Countless bullets pierced the water curtain, but not one could touch the Crow's clothes, not even the skin of the hostage. The gunfire had already submerged the place where he had been standing.
But in the Hawkeye's captured perspective... every millisecond, the Crow's position was changing drastically. He was like a wildly trembling spring, swiftly moving in an extremely narrow space.
At this moment, Qi Lu finally understood where his ominous premonition had come from. If he couldn't capture the precise position... and predict the next landing point, then the purple silver bullet would miss.
With Wu Yong's raised hand.
All the sounds froze together, and the great river shrouded by the night sky returned to silence.
Only the sound of falling water splashes.
Qi Lu's lips turned pale, he stared hard at the night mist in the distance, just capturing the trajectory of one shot had already overdrawn his Hawkeye. When he removed the mental power's support, the world in front of him became somewhat hazy, and many shadows overlapped.
He tried to focus on the landing point of the water splashes... wanting to know if his shot had hit the other party.
Finally...
A muffled groan sounded on the river.
In the silence of the long night, this sound was so conspicuous and joyful... until all the water mist dissipated, the man who had been crouching on the river bank slowly stood up.
A wisp of blood seeped into the river.
And was washed away by the surging waves in an instant.
This wisp of blood did not belong to Song Ci.
The muffled groan just now did not belong to him either.Wu Yong's expression was grim as he stared at the figure hoisted up by the crow's hand. A purple flower bloomed eerily and conspicuously at the latter's throat, where the slender bullet had shattered his windpipe. No matter how hard he tried, he could only emit muffled groans of 'heh heh heh', sounding both tragic and helpless.
Dozens of seconds later.
The helpless moans of agony dissipated from this world.
"What touching brotherly love..."
The crow finally spoke.
His flip-flops were in the waters of the dam, his voice filled with emotion and sympathy, "To prevent the hostage from being killed by me, you chose to take him down?"
As he said this, he smiled and looked towards the gaunt man in the crowd.
That was a sniper not to be underestimated... From the beginning, he had sensed the dangerous aura of the other party. In fact, the crow didn't understand, nor did he care to understand Qi Lin's abilities.
Just as he had said to Gu Shen.
He was a simple man, and most of what he did was done without thinking, relying on intuition.
The advantage of simplicity was that he didn't need to understand Qi Lin's abilities or calculate the range of Hawkeye.
He had simply taken a few silent steps back at the beginning, retreating to a position he estimated in his heart to be safe from danger.
These few steps back were enough to surpass ninety percent of the most intricate calculations.
"I have never seen such shameless audacity!"
Wu Yong's expression was far from pleasant, and even though he had prepared for the crow not to be killed by firearms, he still found it hard to accept the outcome of the battle.
So many strong logic material bullets had been fired, nearly shattering half of the riverbank, and yet the crow was still unscathed?
There were rumors that the crow's fists were extremely hard.
He hadn't believed it at first; how could fists, no matter how hard, compare to guns?
Now, looking at this slovenly dressed man... his strength completely exceeded his expectations!
After taking a deep breath, Wu Yong approached the riverbank and shouted loudly, "Tonight, at all costs, the crow must be killed!"
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The azure sky seemed to have heard his voice.
The crow squinted his eyes, looking up with interest.
His expression quickly became serious... The sky that enveloped the great river seemed to truly connect to the heavens, and in the long night, a light rain began to fall, the droplets heavy as iron upon impact.
"Is it a natural series, akin to a domain-binding power?"
Song Ci clenched his hands; the rain seemed to possess a significant corrosive effect, as something within him was slowly being drained away.
He saw Wu Yong across the riverbank draw a long knife from his waist, while the fat man put on brass knuckles.
Chen San's four sworn sons, one with extremely sharp dynamic vision, one with a natural series domain that could cover the real world on a large scale, and the other two... must be close-quarters combatants.
"Interesting..."
He chuckled softly, releasing the already lifeless body in his hands.
With a "bang," the body fell, and the river exploded.
Wu Yong was about to step across the river when he suddenly stopped, because after the water column exploded... the figure that had once stood tall and imposing, exuding the demeanor of a grandmaster, had left behind nothing but a fleeing figure in a mad dash!
"This... this is..."
"Running away?"