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The Ministry of Police was one thing.

But had the Ministry of Military become a sieve too? Wasn't the Owl Dragon Sniper Rifle supposed to be top secret?

Li Su's eyelids twitched wildly. He felt as though he had been locked onto.

If he were still in the Divine Power Realm, firearms would naturally pose no threat to him. No—even if Supreme Flesh had not been suppressed, it would have been fine.

But now, unable to use mana and relying on his physical body alone, this weapon was somewhat lethal.

The Owl Dragon Sniper Rifle's destructive power was no different from artillery.

If it struck the center of a target, everything within a one-square-meter diameter would be shattered, while within five square meters, only fragments would remain.

For example, Poison Snake's childhood home—a house of less than ten square meters, filled with all kinds of happy childhood memories... uh, no, memories of hunger, beatings, and cold—it was gone now, reduced to a huge hole.

Boom!

Li Su halted, then suddenly retreated several steps.

The next second, the corner of the building beside him that had blocked him exploded. At the same time, the spot where he should have just arrived if he had kept walking also exploded.

Pebbles blasted up by the explosion pelted his face and body in a rapid barrage.

Boom!

Only about half a second later did the lingering report of the gun reach Li Su's ears.

Hiss!

Li Su was a little startled. What the fuck, there's more than one?

The distance was wrong. The shots had come too quickly.

He had used sniper rifles himself. He was exceptionally skilled with the Owl Dragon series and even held the title of Sharpshooter.

A massive chill swept over him. Without a second thought, Li Su lunged forward,