Chapter 127: Sniper Duel
Armed helicopters on the horizon pressed over the staggered high-rise buildings, the gale being shredded by the rotors, the massive roar carrying a frantic taste.
Li Tao inside the helicopter stared darkly at the train below, not seeing the negotiation personnel he had sent, gritting his teeth and saying, “The opponent’s attack range is predicted to be around three kilometers. I won’t let the helicopter get too close; we can only provide remote support. Remember, don’t be careless!”
The soldier nearby pulled open the cabin door, and the gale howled in.
Zhang Tie beside him puffed his cheeks, spat out the chewing gum in one gulp, grinned ferociously, grabbed the rope with one hand, and leaped outside.
Landing directly on a high-rise building.
Li Tao clearly had no mood to care about his attitude, ordering, “Launch the attack immediately and cover the ground troops’ charge!”
As soon as the words fell, the rockets mounted on the helicopter rushed out with a shrill whistle.
The next Moment, a massive fireball bloomed at the front of the train. Li Tao instinctively gripped the handle tightly, his eyes dead fixed on the train below.
“Chwee—”
A sharp whistle sound rang out, and the unscathed train continued to move slowly along the track.
There wasn’t even a dent on the vehicle armor.
“What?!”
……
“Can’t hit, can’t hit, this is so infuriating.”
Su Huan lazily stretched.
Old Master Ma stood up, looking at the helicopter outside the window and falling into thought. Xiao Ba’s eyes under the black hair in the corner gained a bit more gravity.
Just as the rocket was launched earlier, Professor Ma and Xiao Ba successively used their abilities to intercept and detonate it mid-air.
So although the fireball was spectacular, it didn’t even touch the train’s armor.
“My gravity interferes with it, but the effect isn’t good.”
Professor Ma suddenly said.
“Grandpa Ma, you rest first.” The motor turned, Xiao Ba’s wheelchair came to the window, gazing at the dozen rockets whistling from the horizon, seriously saying, “I think I’ve found a more energy-efficient way.”
The next second, the rockets that had just entered Xiao Ba’s ability range were detonated again.
The shockwave spread, shattering the glass of surrounding high-rise buildings and cracking the walls.
“Careful!”
Xiao Ba suddenly let out a soft cry.
“Pa!”
A 7.62 armor-piercing round suddenly appeared on the car window glass in front of Su Huan. Centered on the bullet, the entire glass stretched inward like plastic wrap, creating a hole.
The bullet hovered mid-air, as if frozen, with only the sound of the wheels colliding with the steel rail.
Xiao Ba beside him extended one hand, sweat beads rolling down the forehead.
The energy surrounding Su Huan didn’t dissipate; instead, he shifted his body slightly and chuckled, “Thanks for the hard work.”
“Pa!”
Again in the same spot, an armor-piercing round drilled in once more.
Everyone’s hearts tightened.
But because Su Huan had shifted, the bullet grazed past his eyes, the wind from it cutting off a few strands of messy long hair.
The stray bullet deflected by the energy flow hit the inner wall of the carriage.
Su Huan’s smiling curved eyes straightened a bit, with a hint of reminiscence in them.
Moving target, two shots through the same gun hole—only one person in the Steel Council could do that.
‘My old superior is here…’
Su Huan’s mouth twitched up, turning to He Jie who was leaning against the ladder with arms crossed, saying, “Qu Hang likes your daughter.”
He Jie was stunned for a moment, immediately frowning and retorting, “What nonsense, when has he ever seen my daughter.”
The train conductor likes to talk nonsense; can’t trust him easily.
“Is that so?” Su Huan tilted his head, “Are you sure they haven’t met?”
Thinking of how Su Huan had previously spouted all sorts of his information off the bat, and the near-omniscient info god-like ability he’d seen recently, He Jie couldn’t help but suspect, frantically searching related memories in his mind.
Though their training was mostly fully enclosed, to stabilize military morale, every six months they would bring their families over for a gathering.
Could it be then?
He Jie suddenly slapped his thigh hard.
No wonder Qu Hang got chummier with him later—this guy had planned it all along!
His daughter was only fifteen back then.
Qu Hang, that son of a bitch!
Su Huan timely added from the side, “Afterward, Qu Hang developed a habit of always taking out a photograph to look at. Wouldn’t be a new girlfriend from training, right!”
He Jie’s nostrils flared, cheeks twitching uncontrollably, looking increasingly ferocious.
Enclosed training! Fully enclosed training!
In the first six months, he didn’t have that habit at all. The entire island had only their group of guys and their families—no damn females around!
Where the hell would he meet a girlfriend!
“Don’t say, if Qu Hang went to help take care of your wife and daughter, it’d be better than…”
“F**k! Shut up!”
He Jie was so angry his lips trembled.
Seeing the provocation was about done, Su Huan pointed at the iron rain anti-aircraft machine gun overhead, “Go on, don’t keep your old comrades waiting too long!”
The enraged brown bear grabbed the railing, flipped over, and jumped onto the roof.
Su Huan pinched his chin and walked toward the rear carriage.
He was afraid that if he stayed longer, he’d burst out laughing.
His old superior did like He Jie’s daughter, but not in that romantic way. As for the photo in his pocket, when Su Huan saw it, the face was all smudged; aside from it being a woman, nothing else was discernible.
But the train conductor had no other hobbies—what’s a little white lie?
The violent metal bullet rain from the iron rain overhead swept toward the distance.
Su Huan suppressed his laughter while his footsteps suddenly paused; a bullet hit the armor and was directly ricocheted away.
He continued forward.
His steps were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, each time perfectly using the vehicle armor to dodge the sniper rounds, like a dancer leaping to the beat.
First returning to his room to pick up the City Breaker electromagnetic sniper rifle, then heading to the dining car.
It was much better once inside the dining car.
The glass here was double-layered; even 7.62 bullets hitting the same spot couldn’t penetrate.
Yu Yue rushed over quickly with her sniper rifle, and upon seeing Su Huan, her face showed relief, “We’re under attack, but my sniper rifle doesn’t reach as far as his; I can’t hit him!”
Su Huan placed the 1.8-meter anti-materiel sniper in her hands, raising an eyebrow, “Yours only has an effective range of 1200 meters. To hit him, you need this.”
……
Four infantry fighting vehicles charged madly through the chaotic streets, showing no intention of stopping even with blocking vehicles ahead.
Various zombies were shredded by the violent firepower before they could get close.
The armored personnel carriers behind closely followed, tearing open the converging roads again.
On several high-rise buildings near the railway track, snipers were already poised.
Qu Hang was prone in the living room of a high-end residential community, with a floor-to-ceiling window offering an unobstructed view below.
But the gun in his hand was an ordinary high-precision sniper rifle.
With a range of only 1000m, even 200m less than Yu Yue’s Night Owl X.
Even after seven consecutive shots were dodged by Su Huan, Qu Hang’s mentality remained unchanged, steadily reloading, adjusting direction, abandoning Su Huan, and selecting a new target.
Naturally, the scope locked onto the anti-aircraft machine gunner on the roof.
Upon clearly seeing that stubbled face, even he was stunned for a moment.
Various possibilities flashed through his mind, but he reported factually.
“He Jie didn’t die.”
The four words were carried by the breeze, passing through the shattered glass window, entering the infantry fighting vehicle that had just passed below.
Within a few breaths, all chaotic thoughts were suppressed by powerful self-control.
He put He Jie back in the scope, his eyes left with only a cold glint.
Now they were enemies.
Sensing the wind strength outside the window, Qu Hang’s finger hooked onto the trigger.
The next moment, an immense sense of crisis suddenly enveloped his entire body, like a giant hand brutally squeezing his heart.
His body hair stood on end, breath abruptly stopping!
Without time for any thought, he instantly abandoned all attack actions, hugging his lightweight sniper rifle and fiercely twisting his waist to roll over.
“Bang—”
A dark blue light beam emitted from the armored train three kilometers away, with no parabolic arc, piercing straight into the living room!
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