The muffled sound of a gunshot reverberated through the 49th Floor of the fortress.
This thing has such power!
Wang Jixuan watched as An Qian, a D-grade Telekinesis Spirit Ability User, now half a body, fell powerlessly toward the ground, the corners of his mouth curling slightly behind his helt.
He acutely realized...
The tis had indeed changed!
If one considered that this kind of anti-material sniper rifle was just a personal weapon, and the fortress strictly limited the influx of powerful weapons into the Lower City, they must actually have even stronger equipnt!
Wang Jixuan's Dao Heart clenched fiercely, and he decided to be a little more friendly toward Zhou Yan in the future, treating him like half a fellow.
There was no helping it, Daoist Wang also had to face reality.
The reality was—this world had too little spiritual energy, his cultivation speed was much slower than his last life, and even in the Wanli Gold Greenhouse District, it went from 'dying of old age without achieving Foundation Establishnt' to 'probably achieving Foundation Establishnt before dying of old age,' with the Qi Refining Realm being the simplest of the Foundation Establishnt Four Realms.
Once he achieved Great Success in Foundation Establishnt, he could block this hit if he was prepared, but if unprepared and shot in the head by this gun, there was a high probability...
Although his thoughts were sowhat complicated, it didn't delay his actions as he picked up his gun and turned to run.
The target was accomplished, no need to linger.
He didn't want to engage in a sniper duel with the Black Fire Gang's sniper. He had been able to kill An Qian purely because of the previous continuous calculations, and the built-in aiming system of this thing.
Nevertheless, Wang Jixuan also had no intention of easily letting go of those guys from the Black Fire Gang.
Taking advantage of the chaos among them, he prepared to quickly maneuver to other positions, going in and out seven tis, drawing his gun swiftly, to fight a satisfying battle...
Hm?
Wang Jixuan suddenly frowned, his eyebrows knitting tightly as he dashed to the edge of a sewage ditch, crouching down, closing his eyes and concentrating, his sword fingers swiftly gliding.
A few talismans hidden in the corners of the wooden hut flickered faintly.
The surveillance gear that Zhou Zhengde had gotten hold of sacrificed a lot for concealnt and could only be used within a twenty-ter range.
But that was alright, Daoist Wang had a whole new system beyond technology and Spiritual Energy.
Vague images surfaced in his mind.
A drunken mber of the Wanli Gold Gang, with a vicious smile, was closing in on Ye Zi who was shaking continuously in the corner. Her shoulder clothing had been torn off, revealing a light white bra.
In her hands, she held a kitchen knife, her lips tightly sealed, her expression calm and her eyes resolute.
Wang Jixuan slightly furrowed his brow.
He glanced in the direction of the wooden house; it would take about ten minutes to return from here, crossing an entire territory of Wanli Gold, but if he took a certain shortcut, six to seven minutes would be enough.
Yet behind him, the Black Fire Gang was already in chaos. An Qian's death had instilled a great sense of panic among the Black Fire Gang mbers, and he could easily expand his triumphs next...
Wang Jixuan squinted his eyes slightly.
Indecision breeds chaos.
Follow your heart, leave no regrets!
Whoosh!
With Qi coursing through his body and swift as an arrow released from a bow, he rushed back into the territory of the Black Fire Gang.
...
Inside the wooden house.
The drunkard greedily sniffed the faint scent emanating from the freshly bathed girl, steadily advancing towards Ye Zi.
"Xiao Yezi, I've been thinking of you for a long ti... don't worry, everyone from Black Fire has gone to fight, no one will know I'm here," he said.
"Just let strip you naked, and I'll show you how happy it can be. You're already a big girl, co here, co on."
Ye Zi's pale face held a kitchen knife in her trembling hand.
Suddenly.
Click.
The sound of a safety catch being released was crisp to the ear, and from the dim corner, Mrs. Kong raised a handgun, aiming at the drunkard's temple.
The drunkard paused, "Hey, hey hey, old lady, are you serious? You've got so many kids, what's wrong with letting play with one? I can pay. I really like this Xiao Yezi."
"Don't move, you filthy garbage," Mrs. Kong's voice was unusually calm, so calm that the drunkard's hand stopped reaching for the gun at his waist instinctively.
She would really shoot.
The drunkard ca to this conclusion.
Mrs. Kong slowly stepped out from the corner, her tone icy, "Go upstairs, Ye Zi."
With a clatter, the kitchen knife hit the floor, Ye Zi covered her mouth, tears streaming instantly, and she ran upstairs, her footsteps thumping.
Mrs. Kong whispered, "You've made a very unwise decision; no one bullies my kids."
"Alright, old woman!" the drunkard blurted, his expression impatient:
"If you dare shoot, my brothers will blow this place to pieces, and take your kids to the pervert zone in Joyful City. Know your place, all you've ever done is scrape by with your old age..."
Bang!
A polished shiny silver revolver spat out a tongue of fla.
The drunkard's head burst blood and brain matter, his body slumping down powerlessly.
Mrs. Kong, expressionless, walked out from the dark corner, looked down at the drunkard, and raised her gun.
Bang, bang!
"Know your place, young trash."
"Why didn't the alarm go off? Didn't I turn it on?"
Suddenly.
The black barrel of a double-barreled shotgun pressed against Mrs. Kong's back.
A sowhat burly figure appeared at the junction between the diner and the staircase.
"I turned off the alarm system, and I arranged for this unlucky guy too.
"Don't move, and don't turn around. I know you're a good shot, even almost seventy years old."
"Xiao Hua?" Mrs. Kong's brow slightly furrowed.
"Hmm."
The newcor slowly moved, revealing his face.
It was Thomas, unadorned with flamboyant makeup, his black shirt paired with a bulletproof vest, his hands trembling slightly around the shotgun.
He said softly, "I'm sorry, Ma, I didn't want it to be this way."
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