Unfilial disciple, do not ruin your master's dream of ascension and peaceful life.

"The monitoring room is on... the second floor."

Qianjing rushed straight to the emergency staircase, avoiding all cameras, trying to avoid appearing in the enemy's line of sight as much as possible! But the enemy was clearly also an experienced sniper, and knew the structure of the building inside very well. He could roughly judge Qianjing's position, and several blind shots grazed his flesh!

"Third floor...second floor...second floor south...this is it!"

The second floor was the most crowded, with people trampling each other to escape, blocking all the passages leading to the first floor! Qian Jing went against the flow, avoiding the cameras and rushing into the employee passage, and soon arrived outside the monitoring room.

Since this place is in the opposite direction from the mall's entrance and exit, no one is running this way, and Qianjing is the only one in the not-so-spacious corridor.

And—the enemy!

Qian Jing kicked open the door to the monitoring room and went inside to take a look—

Inside, there was no one.

Only the swivel chairs still warm in front of a bunch of CCTV cameras, and the cigarette ash flicked on the worktable, told him that someone had been here.

The next second—

Buzz—da da da da da da da da da! ! ! ! !

A hail of bullets pierced through the wall, and Qianjing instantly created the same metal shield wall as before, but the fierce firepower almost breached the end wall! The monitoring room was instantly a mess, with fragments of the floor and walls flying everywhere. This firepower was definitely from a heavy machine gun!

The metal shield wall trembled violently, cracking constantly on both the inside and outside sides, and it couldn't hold out for long!

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"Hahaha! How's it going, kid? How are you feeling?"

In the warehouse next to the monitoring room, Micah had set up three M134 rapid-fire machine guns in advance, which were firing at full power. Their rate of fire was as high as 6000 rounds per minute, and they could penetrate any non-heavy armored unit within 100 meters.

His superpower's range of influence is certainly not limited to sniper rifles; it also affects heavy machine guns, and he could even influence aerial bombs if he wanted to, although he hasn't tried it.

That wasn't all; he then picked up his favorite possession—the M109 sniper rifle. This thing weighs over 20 kilograms, has a 25mm caliber, and is more like a cannon than a rifle. It can penetrate 50mm of armor steel plates and destroy high-value military targets.

If it hits a person, the body will instantly explode into a bloody mist.

"Kid, you think I have to constantly check the security cameras to pinpoint your location? Don't be ridiculous! I only need to 'see you once' to be able to sense your every move!"

He clearly sensed that Qianjing was standing still and stubbornly resisting in the monitoring room, which suited him perfectly.

"Your defenses can't withstand a heavy machine gun at all, and even if you do... hey, surprise!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a barrage of three heavy machine guns and a saturation attack from the M109, known as the shoulder-mounted cannon, all three hit their mark. There was no way that kid could survive.

Micah finally stopped his onslaught only after emptying his magazine.

He lit a cigar and walked out of the warehouse with a relaxed and cheerful air, preparing to go to the monitoring room next door to collect the body. His only worry now was how to convince the client that the pile of meat paste was their target.

"Hopefully, you'll leave behind something to prove your identity... huh?"

Just as he arrived at the same department in the corridor, Qian Jing, completely unharmed, emerged from the smoke-filled monitoring room.

Literally, it means completely unharmed.

Even the gunshot wounds from before were no longer visible, and even the clothes were intact.

"...Really?"

Micah frowned.

"What do you mean by true or false?"

Qianjing brushed the dust off his clothes and swaggered over.

This is indeed a very obvious trap.

The areas that could be seen by the cameras were covered with injuries.

People can survive by sheer luck in places where cameras don't reach.

Anyone who sees these phenomena will come to this conclusion:

1. The enemy needs to keep the target within their line of sight for the shot to hit.

2. The enemy is in a monitoring room or similar location.

That is to say-

"This is so obvious, I can't even be bothered to comment."

This is clearly a misleading trap. The first conclusion will lead people to misjudge the conditions for activating the ability, and the second conclusion will lure people to the monitoring room. If they foolishly run there, they will fall into the trap.

But Qianjing still came over.

The reason is simple: if Qianjing and the enemy are on different floors, there is an additional z-axis between them, making it difficult to determine the source of bullets that are fired through the ceiling and floor. However, it is different when they are on the same floor and the same plane.

Qianjing's only weakness is enemy location; all he needs is to "know exactly where the enemy is."

Micah was surprised at first, then silent, then burst into laughter.

"Heh...hehehe...hahahahaha! Interesting! That's more like it!!!"

He tossed aside his cumbersome anti-materiel sniper rifle and pulled out two classic Colt revolvers from his waist, just like the prelude to his duels with outlaws in his hometown of Westworld. It was fucking exciting!

"Come on, kid, I acknowledge you! Let's settle this like men!!!"

Excuse me.

However, Qian Jing ignored his challenge and strode past him without even glancing at him, which greatly angered him.

"Huh? Wait, you stand up straight for me—"

*Smash!*

Micah was covered in blood.

He collapsed to the ground before he could finish speaking.

His entire body was riddled with bullet holes.

Bullets appeared out of nowhere and rained down on him, tearing his skin and flesh to shreds, leaving his face a mangled mess.

As he fell, in his blood-stained vision, the only thing he could see was Qian Jing's departing figure.

Until he breathed his last, Qianjing never looked back at him directly, not even once.

Qianjing was indeed too lazy to look back.

As he walked, he dialed Ning Ruozhi's number and said:

"Xiao Zhi, come to World Hub quickly to save them. I've given them a breather, they should be able to hold on for a little while longer."

【Ah!? Qianjing, are you at World Exchange now? I saw a message saying there was a sudden—】

"The danger has passed, you've come to the right place."

Then, he dialed Lin Zhiyu's number:

"Old Lin, you should have noticed the commotion by now, right?"

[I heard there was a terrorist attack at World Plaza? Are you there?]

"There was someone who overestimated themselves and came to get themselves killed, that's been dealt with, I don't care, but you'd better use your ability to make everyone forget about it."

Are there many dead and injured?

"With me here, no one will die. There are cell phones or other communication devices on the enemy's corpses. If we investigate, we should be able to find out something."

After giving a brief explanation, Qianjing put away her phone and headed to the fourth floor.

I haven't paid for the clothes I just bought for my silly apprentice yet.

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~~~~Ascension Guide~~~~

Name: Micah Van der Linde

Hometown: The Great Desert of the Western World

Ability: If it's not off, it means it's on?

It allows bullets, arrows, and other projectiles to penetrate obstacles and reach the target directly, without losing kinetic energy until the target is hit. It can also sense the target's location through walls after locking onto an enemy once.