Ark Chess Player.

The old crossbowman didn't respond. He stared intently at the young man for a moment, then silently turned his head to look to the other side.

The other crossbowman who had escaped with him earlier was now standing on the stairs between the first and second floors, shouting at the top of his lungs to report the situation to the person in charge of guarding the first floor.

After all, the scene of the task force leader being defeated by Euler in three and a half pages was shocking. Although mercenaries were always separated for various reasons and scattered into different teams, with little affection between them, seeing their former leader fall to the ground in less than half a minute, his life hanging in the balance, even these people who had lived on the edge of death couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow.

Although it was impossible to hear what the two were saying, judging from the expressions of the mercenaries in the back row, they probably had a bad argument and parted on bad terms.

After all, mercenaries are proud, and only by possessing this pride can they persevere in completing missions that teeter on the brink of death.

Perhaps the commander mistakenly thought they were lying to shirk responsibility? After all, they were deserters, utterly disgraceful, though the mercenary world has always been lenient towards deserters. Everyone's risking their lives for money; how many mercenaries truly sacrifice everything for some so-called ideal?

The old crossbowman muttered to himself, "If he really is that person, he will definitely come, and he will come in through the main gate."

The old crossbowman was thinking to himself when he suddenly squatted down and placed his palm on the ground.

It's a pity that they couldn't detect anything; it's not the first or second time that a veteran's experience has failed in the face of high technology.

He was still living in the past; he hadn't yet recovered from his carefree past. It was precisely because of this that he knew just how terrifying this enemy was.

"coming."

The old crossbowman suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart; his intuition told him that the man had arrived.

He suddenly tilted his head back, placed the crossbow against the side of the bunker, and looked straight ahead.

If it really is him, he will definitely attack from the front gate.

The old crossbowman firmly believed this.

"--Bang!!"

A deafening roar came from the main entrance, thick smoke billowed up, and a wave of intense heat swept in from outside.

The old crossbowman's arms trembled; he didn't know whether to feel joy or fear. Perhaps he would become one of those fragmented corpses from five years ago, but witnessing the legend's return filled him with immense excitement, a feeling of participating in the course of history.

"First echelon, focus fire!"

"The Silverwing Commander, who was standing on the stairs, shouted."

The mercenaries guarding the first floor were divided into two echelons to ensure crossfire for ranged attacks, preventing a period of inactivity after a single burst of fire that would leave them all needing to reload. Furthermore, this allowed them to probe whether the enemy truly intended to force a breakthrough. If they revealed their trump cards from the outset, and the opponent remained observant from a distance, they would face an utterly crushing defeat.

Thousands of arrows were fired.

Arrows and darts transformed into a surging barrage of projectiles, striking the smoke-shrouded main gate with a dense, muffled thud.

Just as the young mercenary beside the old crossbowman said, anyone who dares to come will be shot into a pincushion on the spot.

"Second wave, focus fire!!"

The sounds of bows and crossbows rang out in unison, accompanied by a series of muffled thuds.

A figure could be seen in the thick smoke. The only mercenary wielding a gun squinted as he channeled Originium Arts into the gun's casting unit. His mental energy enveloped every part of the weapon, enhancing the power of the condensed armor-piercing bullet, calculating the deviation, and pulling the trigger.

A heavy sound came from the thick smoke. The sound alone confirmed a 100% hit, but it was still impossible to tell whether the enemy had lost their ability to fight.

When the second wave of fire failed, the first wave had already replaced their crossbow bolts, but did not immediately begin firing.

They were waiting for their commander's orders; no formal organization would tolerate someone who disobeyed orders from superiors at will.

The Silverwing commander squinted, his raised hand remaining still, unable to assess the situation yet, but a result would soon be forthcoming. Initially, the ground collapsed due to the impact, kicking up thick, gray smoke, but under the cover of fire, the smoke was churned, and a standing figure could be vaguely seen.

"What's this?"

As the wisps of smoke dissipated, a semi-transparent, illusory wall of light stood before the main entrance.

Beneath the wall of light lay bent bows and arrows, symbolizing that everything the mercenaries had done before was futile and useless.

The thick reinforced walls and metal objects, as well as the dragon scale panels of the third layer of protection, have neat rectangular gaps, and the figure standing outside the door has his arms outstretched.

"Sniper"

A faint purple hue appeared on the illusory wall of light, and the icon symbolizing the Sniper class slowly emerged.

The light curtain surged and moved rapidly toward Lin Lu, engulfing his figure in an instant.

"Aurhorize (Authorization successful)".

A clearly audible mechanical female voice echoed from the illusory light screen.

A powerful shockwave surged outwards, shaking the three-layered reinforced doors before crashing through the gap created by the light barrier and into the Silverwing Company. The mercenary hiding in the bunker in the first-floor lobby first felt an intense heat on his head, followed by the falling of his charred hair. A chill ran down his spine, making him feel cold all over.

One after another, the impact was intense; the heat waves even ignited the paper scraps, which flew up and down in the wind, turning into black snow that fell.

“Ark Ride Jessica”

Amidst the billowing smoke, the figure standing at the doorway gradually became clearer.

The black trench coat billowed in the heat, the hem of which burned with embers, and there were several obvious wounds on the upper garment.

Lin Lu slowly opened his green eyes. This wasn't his first time becoming a Felin Clan operator, and he had some understanding of the amplification of their innate perception ability.

Sniper Operator Jessica's information was displayed in the Spirit Realm with the help of the Silver Lotus. Unlike previous transformed operators, Lin Lu felt that his current power was like a program upgrade with white cards inserted at the same time, and his abilities in all aspects were improved.

Not only that, he can also sense Jessica's feelings.

Weak, timid, lacking in self-confidence, flustered...

And intense resentment, strong persistence, and self-denial that almost led to self-destruction.

Lin Lu's overdeveloped tear ducts almost made him cry on the spot, but he overcame the body's instincts with his strong willpower.

"do not Cry."

"Don't cry, Jessica."

“I have indeed received your power.”

Lin Lu clenched his fist, then slowly released it, unleashing his mirror-like technique, which solidified into the shape of a firearm.

After being enhanced and modified by the Army Without Borders, Lin Lu was able to appropriately activate the mirror magic engraved within the Ark Driver.

"Trace On!"

The matte-finished Benelli M4 semi-automatic shotgun appeared in Lin Lu's palm, which he gripped tightly, instantly ready to engage in battle.

Although he lost his past memories, he did not forget his knowledge of firearms, just like he did of other knowledge.

Lin Lu held the shotgun horizontally in his hand, quickly checking it to ensure the projection was correct... a custom bolt carrier and charging handle, a folding stock, a non-slip textured grip, a standard sight with a blade front sight, and a laser designator mounted on top of the receiver. Bold and unrestrained, it was perfect for tolling the death knell for the enemy.

Italian classic.

What is Italy again?

Lin Lu was slightly bewildered by the surge of knowledge, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Jessica, watch closely."

Lin Lu raised his shoulders, his heavy backpack swaying slightly, and his axe making a soft scraping sound. His backpack was full of etched bullets, special ammunition that required Originium to process, which were not only expensive but also extremely rare.

"You are an operator I can entrust my back to."

Lin Lu felt the weight he carried, enough to buy a building, and for some reason, he suddenly felt more confident in his speech.

Money-powered warrior, my day has arrived.

"First echelon, second echelon, all fire!"

The Silverwing Commander made a decisive move, raising his right hand high and swinging it down with the force of splitting rocks.

Although he was surprised that his enemy was an unassuming, short girl, he was deeply impressed by her Originium Arts ability to single-handedly shield him from the barrage of bullets. He had a premonition that if he didn't act now, everyone would perish in silence.

All the mercenaries opened fire, unleashing a torrent of arrows and crossbow bolts without reservation.

Only two people present did not make a move: one was the gunner mercenary standing on the high platform, and the other was the old crossbowman.

The old crossbowman's eyes gradually became moist. He saw it, he saw it!

That belt—there's no mistake, the king of the mercenary world has returned!

Chapter 259 Rapid Pursuit (4K)

"Damn it, this is insane, this is insane."

The mercenary, skilled in firearms, quietly retreated from the high platform, his palms sweaty and his glasses fogged up.

"What the hell? What the hell!" He was 100% certain that his bullet had hit the target, yet he couldn't find a single trace of damage on the illusory wall of light.

He knew better than anyone else present how lethal the armor-piercing bullets he fired were. He had tested it before; when Originium Arts were poured into a gun with all his might, even a fully equipped Ursus cavalry would be killed if they took a direct hit from an armor-piercing bullet.

He was initially wanted by the Ursus military for hunting down an Ursus Ironclad soldier, living a life of utter destitution. Within Ursus's control, he had to change his residence approximately every four hours, even disguising himself to buy bread downstairs, let alone go to bars or similar places to unwind. Unable to survive in Ursus any longer, he packed his bags and fled to Lungmen, where his unerring marksmanship with firearms caught the eye of the Silverwing Company.

Although he was deeply grateful to Silverwing Private Security Contractors for their patronage, it was impossible for him to devote himself to them to the point of death. If it weren't for the fact that they provided room and board and gave him one day off a month, he wouldn't have given up his dream of traveling through Terra for the sake of making a living.

Those who understand the times are wise; the gun-wielding mercenaries decisively chose to retreat, knowing that as long as they survive, they can always rebuild.

Before leaving, he planned to glance at the main entrance to see if that person could still cast a magical light barrier that could block everything.

However, all that could be seen at the edge of the field of vision was a cloud of dust, obscuring the actual situation.

The gun-wielding mercenary couldn't help but think, "Could this guy only be able to cast a spell once? If so, wouldn't it be incredibly humiliating for me to just run away like this? What if the smoke clears and that guy's body is lying on the ground? Wouldn't the other mercenaries just bury me along with him?"

"--boom!"

A sudden, violent roar shattered his hopes.

Amidst the cacophony of arrows and crossbow bolts, the sound of gunfire suddenly broke through the hall. Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound and discovered that the Silverwing Commander, who was preparing to escape to the second floor alone, was being held by someone at the foot of the stairs between the first and second floors.

The walls were smeared with vibrant colors by a large amount of blood, like the paintings often found in buildings in wealthy neighborhoods. It looked like paint had been poured onto a canvas, yet it possessed an indescribable beauty that made people involuntarily hold their breath.

Lin Lu tossed the headless corpse aside, swung the Benelli M4 slung over his shoulder, and pulled the trigger at the nearest mercenary.

Mental energy is channeled into the firearm, and Originium Arts flow steadily and continuously through every part of the gun body, with the matte-finished metal casing covering the cobalt blue patterns.

The modified Benelli M4 was loaded with etched bullets, and the bursting Originium bullets instantly blasted the mercenary's upper body into pieces like dragon's breath. The thick Silverwing standard armor was no match for it, and the bullets that pierced through even hit the mercenary behind him, knocking him down the stairs.

The exhaust pipe of the Benelli M4 jerked violently, and excess propellant gases overflowed through the spring valve, filling the air with the smell of gunpowder.

In the blink of an eye, the commander and his guards perished. No one knew when the girl from Felin had circled behind them and carried out the decapitation strike. Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds; their subconscious was still stuck on the moment the commander gave the order, but death had silently arrived.

"Go! What are you standing there for?!"

A seasoned mercenary shouted first, pulling everyone back from their daze.

We can't just sit here and wait to die! The mercenaries were filled with fighting spirit and changed their crossbows to fire in unison.

Lin Lu leaped down the stairs, dodging the incoming arrows. His movements were incredibly sharp, as if he had anticipated his opponent's actions. In fact, the enemy's gun aiming trajectory was outlined as red lines in his digitized spiritual domain, precisely showing how many seconds it would take to reach its landing point.

With the aid of the information-based tactics of the anemone, Lin Lu's movements were as if he could foresee the future, easily avoiding the flying projectiles.

At the bottom of the stairs, the mercenary, wounded by the etched bullet, clutched his bleeding chest. He shakily raised his dagger, attempting one last desperate strike, but Lin Lu grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and plunged it into his own chest cavity, the hilt sinking deep inside.

My heart feels cool and my heart is soaring.

The half-dead mercenary was hoisted up by Lin Lu and placed to the side as he charged forward.

In less than five seconds, the meat shield in Lin Lu's hand turned into a hedgehog.

Lin Lu tossed it aside and sprinted to another cover at the same pace.

The mercenary hiding there was startled. He tried to raise the crossbow in his hand, but Lin Lu struck him hard in the eye socket with the butt of his gun. Blood splattered on his face, and the mercenary, unable to think clearly in his pain, was kicked against the cover by Lin Lu, the splattered blood covering the long table.

Every minute and every second, mercenaries were dying. Lin Lu was like a precise and effective harvesting machine, sending these mercenaries to heaven.

Without their commander, the mercenaries could only act independently. Some insisted on using ranged weapons to inflict damage, while others put down their unfamiliar crossbows and took out their preferred melee weapons. Coordination among them was chaotic, and some mercenaries even accidentally struck their own comrades. A flurry of arrows fell and pierced the calves of a mercenary who was running forward, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Lin Lu, who suddenly appeared from the side, blasted the man's skull with a single shot, and didn't forget to give the traitorous mercenary a thumbs up.

Well done, you did a great job!

"I, I didn't mean it."

The traitor raised his hands as the mercenaries around him pointed their weapons at him.

No one wants to be stabbed in the back by their own people at a crucial moment; such a death is incredibly humiliating.

"There are four rounds left in the gun magazine, spare etched bullets... and a whole backpack! Is this the power of a rich woman?"

Lin Lu didn't even need to worry about running out of ammunition, as the data-driven spiritual domain had adjusted the visualization of the data to a very comfortable interface. Even without mental calculations, he could know the status of the weapons, the number of bullets loaded, and even see the mercenaries' health points, torso stats, combat ability values, and danger levels.

It's like projecting an entire FPS system UI directly into reality. Compared to other Originium Arts, the Spirit Realm is the key to accessing the power of the gods.

Lin Lu circled around to the other side of the main hall, then ducked into the wall cover, sharp arrows grazing the edge.

"call……"

Lin Lu let out a soft breath, his gaze inadvertently falling on the mirror-like glass curtain wall. In the mirror, his long blue hair was stained with blood, even his pink and purple highlighted ponytail was wet, and his cat-like head, which looked like it was about to cry, was full of a resolute expression.