The Ghost Cavalry of the Vanguard was practically exploding with rage. "You bastard, whose side are you on?!"
"Amitabha. A monk does not lie. Speak thus, and one may behold the Tathagata." Mad Monk pressed his palms together, his face humble. "Huanlong is about to make a move. We'll see whether I was right."
On a distant high-rise, the tall, skinny man seemed to melt into the purple night.
He lay quietly concealed in a corner. His right arm suddenly twisted and warped, transforming amid chilling crackles into a long firearm resembling the arquebuses carried by gunners during Japan's Warring States Period.
The air pressure and hydraulic pressure within his body rose continuously. Something resembling a scope grew from the arquebus. Yet there were no lenses inside its tube, only an eyeball fixed rigidly in place. Layers upon layers of lenses stacked before it, allowing the eyeball to see its target with immense precision wherever the muzzle pointed.
Countless tendrils grew from the gun body, firmly fastening it to the solid structure. Combined with the weapon's peculiar construction, its bullets were not propelled by an instantaneous explosion like conventional firearms, but accelerated along their path like an electromagnetic cannon.
Thus, its recoil was excellently dispersed, its gunshot faint, and its muzzle tremor negligible.
Coupled with Huanlong's innate optical camouflage, this weapon had assassinated who knew how many important figures without ever missing.
"A marksman stronger than me? I don't believe it."
The two eyes on Huanlong's face had completely vanished. Every sense across his body had been shut off, leaving his sole vision focused upon the target indicated by the gun.
"Today, this shot will tell you who the strongest gunner truly is!"
The heavy truck raced madly onward, and everything beyond the firing ports lay exposed within Huanlong's vision.