The lead man's body flew backward and slammed hard into the base of the Ferris wheel. His back made intimate contact with the steel supports; it looked painful just watching it.
But Zhang Heng raised an eyebrow. Given the power of Butterfield's bullets, the target should have been torn directly in two after being hit, rather than flung backward as if struck by a locomotive. Moreover, Zhang Heng noticed that the lead man could still move after crashing into the Ferris wheel's base.
Enduring the pain, he climbed to his feet and rolled to the other side of the base. His two companions had also used that shot to determine the sniper's approximate location. But the distance was too great for them to return fire, so they could only find cover and hide.
Meanwhile, Maitreya's voice came through the communicator. "He may be wearing the latest generation of body armor. It hasn't entered mass production yet, but it's already been reported in the news. Supposedly, it can distribute force from a single point evenly across the entire body, allowing it to withstand large-caliber bullets."
"I noticed that too," Zhang Heng said. "But if he takes another shot, his ribs probably won't be able to hold up."
However, as Zhang Heng spoke, the man hiding in the control room made his move. He opened his backpack and took out a black case filled with all sorts of components. With practiced ease, he assembled the parts into a rifle. It was only two-thirds the length and size of an ordinary rifle, yet its entire body gleamed with a dangerous sheen.
The man in the control room then carefully took out a box of ammunition from the bottom of the case. There were only twelve rounds, made from a special material unlike ordinary