Feng Jun had never imagined that he would suddenly be targeted. He could not help but sense where the lock-on was coming from.
It came from a tall building more than two kilometers away. The building was about the height of a twenty-story building in the Blue Star Realm, but judging by the window layout, it probably had only around five floors.
There were not many large windows on the building. Instead, it was covered in dense mosaic panels. Some of those panels had already been moved aside, revealing pitch-black openings—it was clearly a defensive fortress.
Then why was I being targeted? Feng Jun was somewhat puzzled. He was holding an umbrella, but that should not have mattered, since this world had umbrellas too. In fact, the umbrella in his hand had been picked up from a residence that had already become ruins.
As for his clothes, he had obtained them in this world as well. They were a little loose, but there was nothing he could do about that. Most members of the Human Race in this world had relatively short, stout limbs.
Feng Jun did not want his pants and sleeves to look too short. Properly fitting clothes would make his body appear especially slender.
But could ill-fitting clothes alone really warrant being targeted? He found that reason utterly absurd. In fact, he also liked wearing loose clothes in battle.
As for weapons—he had put away all his heavy weapons. A decay-radiation pistol hung at his waist, and an alloy scimitar was strapped to his back. Those were standard Human Race wartime loadouts; even non-reservist soldiers were qualified to carry them.
Just as he was wondering about it, a male voice sounded from less than a hundred meters away by the roadside.
It was mechanical and cold, unmistakably