Sniper!

Whoosh!

A black walkie-talkie was tossed over from behind the truck. Zhou Zhengde, still stunned by the Blood Stopping Talisman, instinctively raised a hand and caught it.

He knew his stuff and immediately recognized it as an expensive anti-interference model.

Where had the Black Fire Gang gotten so much restricted equipment?

Zhou Zhengde looked beneath the truck again. By the diffuse glow of the headlights, he saw those cheap sneakers so common in Middle City.

"Bzz... Captain Zhou, are you okay?"

Zhou Zhengde replied in a hoarse voice, "Won't die. Probably."

"Will more Black Fire Gang members come?" Wang Jixuan asked.

"This is City of Joy and Silver Party territory. I hired their people... They should already be on their way... This isn't Black Fire Gang territory, so they probably can't send many people over."

Zhou Zhengde cursed the Black Fire Gang several times inwardly, but he kept his composure and quickly asked:

"How are you? Are you hurt?"

"Not for now. If you're fine, I'll be leaving."

"Wait! Wait!" Zhou Zhengde did not directly call Mu Liang's name. "Did you come to Lower City to take revenge on the Black Fire Gang?"

"Revenge would be overstating it."

Wang Jixuan spoke calmly, leaning against the rear of the truck.

He had already seen pairs of headlights appear in the distance along the road and heard the roar of motorcycle engines.

"They tried to kill me. I'm merely defending myself.

"The people arriving ahead should be your protection."

"Silver Party reinforcements. They like motor vehicles... It seems the general self-defense provisions can't cover what you're doing now... Mu Liang, want to cooperate?"

Zhou Zhengde glanced at the people beside him and decisively said:

"You're strong. I don't know whether you're a Psionicist, but we can see eye to eye on this matter.

"I can handle all the procedural trouble for you!

"How about we join forces and wipe out the Black Fire Gang? I can mobilize a great deal—not merely the resources of a Middle City Security Captain, though I hate using this so-called network."

Wang Jixuan leaned against the truck compartment and considered it carefully for a while.

Honestly, he had a fairly good impression of this Security Captain who had helped him twice.

Bzz, bzz.

Zhou Zhengde's voice came through the walkie-talkie, deeply sincere:

"I really want to save Wei Na. Wei Na is just an ordinary doctor with no background to speak of. At most, she has a lot of friends.

"The Black Fire Gang came straight for me tonight. We're locked in a Never-ending Battle now. I don't know why they've gone mad trying to kill me. It may have something to do with the people I offended.

"I have to make this clear. Judging by tonight, cooperating with me may drag you into even greater trouble. But Mu... brother, I guarantee on my family's honor that I'll resolve every problem you encounter in this matter, unless I die."

Wang Jixuan clasped his hands behind his back and walked out from the front of the truck.

The few people beside Zhou Zhengde instinctively tried to raise their guns, but Zhou Zhengde stretched out his arm and forcefully pressed their barrels down.

"Who did you offend?" Wang Jixuan asked leisurely.

"The 13th Institute."

Zhou Zhengde sighed.

"The 13th Biological Research Institute, creators and controllers of Psionicists. A colossal organization spanning several war zones, claiming to be humanity's savior.

"When I was Vice-Captain of the Fortress Law Enforcement Corps, I exposed their long-term Human Experimentation atrocities. Then... I became the captain of a Middle City Security Team."

He added, "The Black Fire Gang's business is connected to the 13th Institute. They provide materials for the 13th Institute."

"Fine. I'll cooperate with you, but only regarding the Black Fire Gang."

Wang Jixuan slowly walked forward.

Zhou Zhengde patted the young man in a blue Security Team uniform beside him. "Tao, go shake his hand for me. Make it feel ceremonial... I can't get up right now. The wound hurts like hell!"

"Rest, Captain!"

The young man named Lin Tao put down his rifle, sprang up, took two quick steps forward, and entered the range of a searchlight shining from the window of the neighboring building.

Bang!

Smack!

Right before Wang Jixuan's eyes.

The young man's temple suddenly exploded. Under the force of the impact, his face crumpled like a wrinkled tablecloth.

A sniper bullet pierced through his skull, spraying blood and brain matter into the darkness.

Wang Jixuan nearly instantly dodged backward, ducking behind the truck.

Bang!

Another muffled sniper shot came from deep within the darkness.

The approaching motorcycle formation descended into chaos!

The lead motorcycle veered toward the roadside. The collision caused its fuel tank to explode, bursting into a dazzling fireball.

The young Security Team member crashed to the ground.

"Lin Tao!"

Zhou Zhengde's eyes nearly split with rage, veins bulging in his neck and forehead.

The sniper rifle sounded again, and the approaching Silver Party motorcycle group cried out in panic.

"Sniper!"

"There's a sniper! To the right! Take cover!"

"Kill the lights! Kill the lights!"

"Call for backup! Bring over our Ironhead vehicle and crush that bastard to death! Hurry!"

Bang!

Another sniper shot rang out.

From his cover before the truck's cab, Wang Jixuan clearly saw one of the gang members riding over on motorcycles jump into the drainage ditch too slowly. A bloody hole exploded through his chest!

The other gang members leaped into the ditch and lay along its edge, wailing like ghosts.

A sniper rifle? A sniper?

'The seven major gangs each keep a few snipers capable of blowing off someone's head with one shot from hundreds of meters away.'

Lan Yuzai's voice echoed in his ears.

Wang Jixuan silently thought that this was bad.

Judging by the gunshot, the enemy was more than eighty zhang away. The weapon in the enemy's hands was tremendously powerful, and its bullets traveled more than twice as fast as pistol rounds. Even with the Power of Soul enhancing his eyes, he could not see the trajectory of such bullets.

Even with the Divine Movement Talisman, the Divine Movement Spell, and inner breath infused into his feet, he likely could not outrun the enemy's shots.

By locating the enemy through sound, he determined that the enemy was in that dimly lit block, likely atop the roof of a single-story building.

Wang Jixuan instinctively pressed the added pocket inside his lining.

More than a hundred talismans lay quietly within.

But now, the greatest problem was how to close the distance.

Wang Jixuan glanced at Zhou Zhengde, who was nearly losing control of his emotions, then at the young corpse named Lin Tao on the ground, rapidly considering a solution.

"Fuck his ancestors!"

Zhou Zhengde cursed loudly, snatched the rifle from someone beside him, and tried to rise despite his abdominal wound.

Bang!

The sniper rifle fired. Before Zhou Zhengde could stand, a bullet precisely struck the upper section of the reinforced truck panel.

A nearby Silver Party member immediately lunged forward and tightly grabbed Zhou Zhengde.

"Captain Zhou! It's Night Hawk! Night Hawk from the Black Fire Gang! Don't throw your life away! You still haven't paid us the balance!"

"Night Hawk is on the forty-sixth level! We have to kill him!"

"Fuck! Black Fire Gang, I ****!"

These Silver Party gang thugs cursed furiously.

Zhou Zhengde shut his eyes tightly, took several deep breaths, forcibly suppressed his rage, and quickly said:

"By the sound, he's using a military-surplus small-caliber sniper rifle! Standard Type 88! Standard 5.8-millimeter ammunition, ten rounds per magazine, muzzle velocity of nine hundred meters per second! It can penetrate three-millimeter steel plate at one thousand meters!

"He should be less than three hundred meters away!

"There are buildings blocking the front, so he should be to the right of the buildings!

"Find a light source and shine it over there! Locate him! Leave the rest to me!"

Bang!

The rear of the truck suddenly shook.

Zhou Zhengde cursed, "He's trying to hit our fuel tank! Find a way to take out the searchlights on this side!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Three small metal tubes shot from Wang Jixuan's palm, and the three searchlights went out at once amid the sound of shattering glass.

But the car still burning nearby continued to provide enough light.

Zhou Zhengde clutched his abdomen, constantly adjusting his breathing. He raised his rifle and fired several measured shots at the burning car.

He was testing the rifle's trajectory.

Bang!

The sniper rifle echoed again, and the car shook once more.

"Find a way to light up his position!"

Zhou Zhengde shouted.

The Silver Party gang members merely hid behind the vehicle with pale faces.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out again like a death warrant.

Even with its heavy iron plating, the vehicle could not be certain to withstand many more shots. Once the fuel tank was pierced, the enemy might ignite it.

"I'm confident I can get close to him."

Wang Jixuan's voice suddenly sounded as he simply said:

"Let me handle it."

"Mu Liang, don't be reckless!" Zhou Zhengde shouted quickly. "He may be an elite sniper retired from the military! He won't be easy to deal with!"

"It's fine. I have a way."

Wang Jixuan gently exhaled, and his eyes gained a trace of calmness.

By the nearby firelight, Zhou Zhengde barely made out Mu Liang pulling several long strips of pink paper from inside his leather jacket and sticking them around his body.

Then, a faint glow seemed to appear around Mu Liang.

Wang Jixuan used five talismans in one go.

The Strength Talisman enhanced his strength, the Adamantine Talisman reinforced his defenses, the Blood Stopping Talisman guarded against unforeseen injury, and the two Divine Movement Talismans on his legs had nearly exhausted their spiritual power, so he removed and replaced them.

Daoist Wang had already devised a response. Hiding before the truck, he leaped up, gripped his pistol, and smashed it forward, easily shattering the truck's front windshield before nimbly slipping inside.

Under the gaze of Zhou Zhengde and the Silver Party thugs, Wang Jixuan violently kicked several times, directly sending the truck door flying.

Bang!

A sniper bullet nearly grazed the sole of Wang Jixuan's foot!

Wang Jixuan's Dao heart trembled. He then sharply inhaled, darted out like a leopard, dove forward, landed precisely before the door, grabbed its inner handle, and directly hoisted it up!

A shield was formed!

His Dao heart settled completely. Crouching behind the door, he sprinted toward the direction of the gunshots!

Scattered low buildings lay ahead. He only needed to cross twelve zhang to reach an area beyond the enemy's line of sight.

He needed fewer than two breaths to cross those twelve zhang!

Bang!

Wang Jixuan suddenly felt a tremendous force strike his left shoulder. A powerful impact burst simultaneously from the vehicle door and his left shoulder!

His expression turned slightly stunned as his body involuntarily arched backward!