The Human Heart is Hard to know

Zhao Yi released the trigger, moved his gaze away from the scope, and rubbed his somewhat sour eyes. He picked up a pebble and drew a mark on the floor beside him, completing the last stroke of the character 正.

It was time to leave this place! In the past three days, five people had already died under his gun, four of whom were quite troublesome, while the remaining one was an extra.

After all, bullets were precious. His ability was only [Penetrate], not the legendary [Guaranteed Hit] among the remote abilities.

[Penetrate] was not as good as [Guaranteed Hit]. It could shoot any target in sight, but the advantage of [Penetrate] was its versatility. No matter what ability the opponent had, no matter how powerful their defense was, his attack would definitely penetrate the defense.

As long as Zhao Yi wished, it would only take one shot to kill Charles, who was standing in midair, with electric lights swirling around him as a shield. Invisible or visible defenses would not be able to stop him.

But Charles could not die yet. Zhao Yi still needed Charles to clean up the other participants. Only when there was just him and Charles left would the gunpoint aim at Charles. By that time, he would be the final winner.

Zhao Yi skillfully disassembled the sniper rifle and put it back in the box. Every move he made was carefully executed. He had spent all his savings to get this gun. The gun itself had already cost him 50 million, and each bullet required 150,000.

The money spent on relationships was also not small. He was originally from an ordinary family, fortunately he married into a wealthy family, and made that family die without any suspicion, which also took quite a bit of effort.

Before leaving, Zhao Yi took another look at where he had previously lain prone. One floor of the building had been shaved off, but the cut was too flat, as if it had been sliced off cleanly by someone, which felt strange.

At the age of 34, Zhao Yi had witnessed the apocalypse with his own eyes. He was clearly aware of the importance of strength. Years of training had made him a qualified sniper, and also spent all of his money, whether it was gene potions or training, he could not fall behind on anything that could strengthen himself.

Walking down the 60-story building was like walking on flat ground. He believed physique was the foundation. The gun was dead, but the human body was the real weapon.

Therefore, when he reached the fourth floor, Zhao Yi stopped and quickly threw down the box. He drew two pistols from his waist, facing the room door that exploded with a bang. Someone charged at him using the door panel as a shield.

Zhao Yi was unperturbed. Holding two pistols, he fired continuously, trying to shoot at one point as much as possible based on the opponent's height that could be hidden behind the door panel. As long as he shot through the door panel, the bullets would hit the opponent's chest.

Nothing could not be penetrated in front of his ability.

The opponent was very fast, before he finished two shots, he was already within one meter. Zhao Yi hurriedly rolled sideways to dodge, then turned the gun to shoot again.

But the opponent seemed to have X-ray vision. Although his vision was blocked by the door panel, he turned around first, still facing Zhao Yi with the door panel.

Through the bullet holes in the door panel, Zhao Yi could vaguely see a trace of blood. This person had been hit by at least three shots. Although they were not fatal wounds, they were enough to slow down his movements for the time being.

Did you think the door panel could block my bullets? Zhao Yi sneered coldly. He raised his pistol, he had already calculated the opponent's height, and was now aiming at the opponent's head.

The next moment, the door panel whistled towards him. The opponent had thrown the door panel. Zhao Yi had to roll over to dodge. During this critical moment, he was still not flustered, firmly remembering the opponent's location, and kept firing at the remembered position even while rolling over.

He heard the sound of bullets piercing flesh beside his ears. Zhao Yi sneered coldly, but he didn't know which part of the opponent's body the bullets had hit. After stabilizing himself, he suddenly found a shadow close at hand, only then did he feel a little flustered.

He raised his pistol and aimed at the enemy's head without hesitation, pulling the trigger in a flash. In this split second, the enemy pressed the muzzle with one hand, forcibly deflecting the muzzle. The bullet pierced through his palm, but he seemed unharmed, and smashed down a fierce punch.

Which was harder, the gun or the fist? The answer was obvious. Zhao Yi had nowhere to dodge, insisting on taking this punch while also pulling the trigger of the other pistol.

The fist hit his cheekbone. Zhao Yi only felt like he had been hit by a truck. All he could hear was the sound of his own cheekbone shattering, but he did not hear the expected sound of bullets piercing flesh. When he turned his head again, the bloody fist in his shaking world was rapidly enlarging.

With one punch, this gunman's skull was smashed inward, but Li Changan still did not stop. He first broke both of the opponent's arms, then punched the head again and again until it was battered beyond recognition, before saying to the wireless headset by his ear, "Taken care of."

Wen Anran took a deep breath downstairs, and quickly walked upstairs, just in time to see Li Changan taking off his tattered shirt.

"You're here, come help me sew up the wound on my back, I can't reach it." Li Changan beckoned, "It would be great if there was an ability to conjure clothes out of thin air. Oh right, is this place safe?"

Wen Anran closed his eyes and used his ability to sense for a while, then nodded, taking the needle and thread from Li Changan's hand.

"It would have been better if you just snapped his neck instead of pounding his head into mush, don't you think? It looks kind of disgusting this way." Glancing at the headless corpse, Wen Anran wrinkled his brow. He did not shy away from killing, but still felt some aversion to such gore.

Li Changan looked back and thought for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, I'll be more careful in the future."

Wen Anran's hand twitched, and the needle in his hand almost stabbed into Li Changan's back muscles.

Damn it, don't tell me this guy has started treating me like a friend? Does he not have a brain?

After sewing up the wound, Li Changan put on the clothes he had picked up by the roadside and handed the sniper rifle case to Wen Anran.

"Your ability is just too good." Even though it wasn't the first time he thought of this, Li Changan still couldn't help but exclaim, "As long as you aim at the target, then rely on your ability to sense when to shoot, you will definitely become a very formidable person when you win."

Wen Anran blankly took the wooden box. In Li Changan's praise, he did not feel any malice, no jealousy, no sarcasm, only sincere joy for him.

Li Changan put his arm around Wen Anran. "Let's go, it's up to you next. Other than shooting, you have to point me in the safe direction. It's a pity this walkie-talkie only works within 100 meters, so it'll be more dangerous for you."

"Be content that we even found batteries for it." Wen Anran rolled his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he still said, "You can't rely completely on my instructions either. This isn't 100% accurate. Sometimes even when I feel it's dangerous, your experience may prove more useful."

"Don't worry, I know," Li Changan said with a grin, baring his shiny white teeth. "Just now when you told me to duck, that was very accurate. Otherwise that shot would've hit my head."

He's like a completely different person now! Wen Anran sighed inwardly. Compared to when they first met, wary of each other, it was as if the soldier riding in the armored vehicle had gotten out and taken off his bulletproof vest.

Perhaps...you're just acting?