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The immense recoil caused Qingtian to sway and stumble to the ground, allowing Lin Chen to dodge in time.

He turned his head and saw a sliver of white light flashing on the top of a tall building in the distance.

If I remember correctly, it was a luxury hotel.

Is someone helping me?

Without a second thought, Lin Chen abruptly raised his shotgun, aimed it at Qingtian, and pulled the trigger:

"Bang! Bang!"

Two dragon breath bullets struck Qingtian's body, and the monster let out a scream.

He staggered back a few steps, then quickly rallied and raised his claws.

Lin Chen aimed at Qingtian again and pulled the trigger, but heard a "click" from the shotgun—

The bullets have all been fired.

He immediately drew his pistol and fired at the oncoming Optimus Prime.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Of the three shots, only one hit Qingtian in the head, destroying one of his eyes.

Optimus Prime, having lost his aim, let out a frustrated cry. His claws missed Lin Chen, but they grazed the edge—

"call!"

A tremendous impact knocked Lin Chen to the ground, causing him excruciating pain all over his body.

He struggled to his feet and, in the process, raised his gun and fired:

"Bang bang bang!"

This time, two out of three shots hit, destroying Optimus Prime's other eye as well.

While the monster was howling with its eyes covered, Lin Chen put away his pistol and took out a few dragon breath bullets from the magazine.

He struggled to shake off the magazine and frantically shoved the last five bullets inside.

After loading the gun, Lin Chen raised it and aimed at Qingtian, who was not far away.

At this moment, he faced the monster's slowly lowering head: on that distorted face, the eyes that had been destroyed by bullets had been restored.

"Depend on..."

Lin Chen didn't even have time to fire his gun before he suddenly lay down to the side.

The next second, a sonic boom rang out—

"boom!"

A gust of wind swept past the spot where Lin Chen had just been standing—Qingtian swept past in an instant, smashing the rain curtain into a long, empty trail!

The violent shockwave threw Lin Chen away again. He rolled several times on the rocky beach before struggling to get up.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Qingtian poised to pounce:

"Oh!"

Almost simultaneously, blood gushed from Qingtian's chest as he prepared to charge—the sniper had hit him once again.

opportunity!

Lin Chen immediately raised his gun and fired at Qingtian:

"Bang bang!"

The dragon's breath blast ignited Qingtian's body once again, and he screamed as he writhed in the rain.

While the monster was distracted, Lin Chen rubbed his arm, which was sore from the fall, and quickly thought of a solution.

For some reason... Qingtian suddenly regained a degree of rationality, and his every move became noticeably logical...

There are three Dragon Breath bullets left, but based on previous experience... it's unlikely that three bullets will completely take him down.

Should we retreat? Impossible... How could an electric car possibly escape a monster that can move at the speed of sound?

His superpower seems uncomplicated: pure muscle density brings pure strength...

Is there any way to address this?

Pure power...

The image of Qingtian walking out of the experimental chamber flashed through Lin Chen's mind.

His temples felt hot, and at the same time, the pale blue substance that had previously enveloped him gradually emerged, accompanied by flashes of white light.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap flashed across the sky, turning the torrential rain appear deathly white.

Lin Chen recalled that rainy night: through the "Mirage City," he successfully projected the RBAI-1045 revolver shotgun inside the Investigation Bureau.

So, is there a possibility...?

Since it's possible to project a shotgun through "experience"...

After Lin Chen experienced the history of "Qingtian being endowed with superpowers" through the dark blue substance...

Is he able to project the "superpowers given to Optimus Prime" onto himself?

if you can...

"Boom!"

Another thunderclap flashed, and Lin Chen raised his wrist, looking at the dark blue substance swirling around it.

He saw a pair of eyes in the reflection of those substances: the eyes of a towering figure.

"The ghosts of history..."

"Roar!"

The torrential rain extinguished the flames on Qingtian's body. He suddenly tossed his head, clenching his deformed claws into fists—

"boom!"

He broke the sound barrier the instant he started moving, his fist hurtling towards the stationary Lin Chen—

"Crack!"

excruciating pain.

The gale subsided, and the torrential rain poured down, revealing a hint of terror on Qingtian's ugly and distorted face.

He stared in disbelief at the scene before him: Lin Chen's hand caught his fist!

"Boom!"

Thunder flashed and the wind howled.

In the pouring rain, a hint of dark blue flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.

"It's my turn," he whispered.

......

Chapter 17 Blood Payment

"Crack!"

Li Zhanyi pulled the bolt hard, and the heavy casing of the .338 Lapua Magnum round flew out, landing on the waterlogged rooftop with a crisp sound.

She was lying on the roof of the Waldorf Hotel, wearing a hastily put-on raincoat, her school uniform filthy from the rain.

Just now, Li Zhanyi fired a second shot, intervening in the battle on the beach.

After starting his operation alone, Li Zhanyi immediately threw away his headset and focused all his energy on the "prophecy".

After Qingtian flew out, she accurately calculated the guy's landing point and began to measure the distance and make fine adjustments.

Without an observer, she silently watched the battle on the beach 2500 meters away, choosing an intervention window.

Li Zhanyi was not surprised by the involvement of a third party. After discovering the "unpredictable factor" in the hotel, she guessed how complicated the situation was.

This was the second time Li Zhanyi had encountered this situation; the first time was during an exam at the Investigation Bureau.

At that time, she tried to predict the movements of an Alpha-level demigod, only to find that all the foreseeable future turned into a jumble of lines.

"And who are you...?"

Li Zhanyi stared at the figure in the raincoat on the beach: after being knocked down by Qingtian for the second time, he was obviously somewhat powerless, and after firing one shot, he stopped moving, as if he was thinking about something.

He didn't seem like an Alpha-level demigod...or anything unusual...

His movements were even a little clumsy and not very nimble.

However, his plan was quite clever; he left Qingtian half-dead.

Moreover, Li Zhanyi always felt that his shotgun looked somewhat familiar...

"call..."

Li Zhanyi exhaled softly, and a ghostly blue light flickered in her right eye:

"Wind deviation correction 0.3, total deviation 0.6."

Regardless of who that guy was, Li Zhanyi knew that as long as he kept suppressing Qingtian, he would be fine once the Investigation Bureau's backup arrived.

As long as he survives, he will eventually be able to see them again.

At that moment, she really wanted to see for herself who this person, who defied her predictions... was...

Just as her aim caught on the Sky-Piercing Dragon, the monster suddenly clenched its fist, preparing to charge.

The figure in the raincoat... didn't seem to intend to dodge...

"Huh? You're not going to live anymore?"

The .338 Lapua Magnum bullet has an initial velocity of approximately 830 meters per second. When fired at a target 2500 meters away in heavy rain, the bullet would take about 4 seconds to travel.

Four seconds later, by the time Li Zhanyi's bullet arrived, that guy had already been smashed to pieces by Qingtian.

Li Zhanyi didn't have time to think much. She blocked out the figure and focused on "Qingtian," then predicted his location four seconds later.

Then she fired at that spot—

"Oh!"

The bullet whistled out, cutting through the torrential rain, and flew towards the sky four seconds later.

But Li Zhanyi knew that this bullet couldn't save that person—

But the guy caught Qingtian's fist with his bare hands in the next second.

"...?"

The girl looked away from the sniper scope, rubbed her eyes, and then looked back at it.

She saw the boy's raincoat being blown open by the strong wind, and at some point, his mask had also fallen off in the struggle.

In the torrential rain, the mysterious assassin's face was finally revealed—

"Mr. Linlinlinlin?"

Li Zhanyi's mouth opened slightly as he began to brainstorm.

Almost simultaneously, the bullet she fired four seconds earlier struck Qingtian—

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered from Qingtian's chest, and the reality that followed drove him mad.

A mortal grabbed his fist!

"No!"

The severe damage from the large-caliber bullet hit him caused him to kneel on the ground. He could only watch helplessly as Lin Chen gradually tightened his grip, and his fist, which was being held, made a cracking sound.

"how do you feel?"

Lin Chen looked down at Qingtian, who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes flashing with a dark blue light.

He felt his temples burning: projecting those dark blue substances onto himself would obviously put a huge strain on him.

it hurts...