Digging Gold from Graves

Bang!

Another sniper shot rang out!

The firing pin clicked sharply, and the explosion of gunpowder echoed across the empty Experimental Graveyard.

The sharp bullet came straight for Liu Di's head!

In that one-thousandth of a second, Liu Di frowned and turned his head.

The bullet tore past his temple!

The next moment.

Liu Di's body became a straight line, shooting forward two kilometers in an instant!

Amid the weeds.

A middle-aged Chinese man in camouflage had already tossed aside his sniper rifle.

Just as Liu Di stood before him like a javelin, he had pulled out a pistol and pressed it to his own temple.

The middle-aged man was powerfully built, his face covered in stubble.

Though his eyes were full of shock, his expression did not change. He said in a low voice, "Scorpion's Tail Thorn has been activated. You'll die within three days."

Then.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation!

Bang!

A muffled blast sounded, and a wisp of smoke rose.

But Liu Di shot out one hand like lightning. Black light flickered across his palm as he gripped the pistol's muzzle directly, crushing the bullet in his hand into a flattened piece of iron.

The shock in the middle-aged man's eyes could no longer be concealed.

Liu Di, meanwhile, looked at the information before his eyes.

'Kuang Yewei, 46 years old, Chinese national, Vietnam War veteran, currently a factory worker.'

Liu Di smiled. "What's the rush?"

A cold glint flashed.

The middle-aged man pulled a dagger from his waist. Rather than attacking Liu Di, he slashed it toward his own throat!

Though his technique and speed far surpassed those of an ordinary person, they were incomparably slow in Liu Di's eyes.

Liu Di snatched away the dagger again!

With a slight exertion of force, he crushed