The deadly threat from Yujin’s Third Level Fang Heavy Sniper forced Bei Lihui to turn his gun, missing the hard-won chance to execute Zheng Tian.
He was so furious he gnashed his teeth.
He also judged from the magnified images through the last remaining lens of his tactical goggles that the youth was holding a Fang Heavy Sniper!
This Fang Heavy Sniper, the only one in Starfire Town, was precisely the one he had consigned to the Starfire Military Weapon Store.
Based on the precision of the youth’s aerial shot, Bei Lihui judged that the other party had been playing with this gun for more than just a day or two.
Yet, his account hadn’t received any funds.
Bei Lihui realized what had happened.
He had been tricked by Ju Qingmeng.
She used her managerial authority to withhold the funds!
Someone had used his gun for free, aimed at his head, and was likely wearing his Third Level Biochemical Combat Suit.
Bei Lihui’s anger immediately upgraded from teeth-gnashing to splitting with rage.
With anger surging, Bei Lihui briefly lost his focus.
A series of bullets flew in from the dust wall in front and shot straight at his face.
This was Zheng Tian’s counterattack.
Although a Gunsmith’s defense is not as good as that of a Mechanical Warrior, the Biochemical Combat Suit, when activated, has considerable bulletproof capability.
Unless Zheng Tian’s Second Level Fast-shooting Gun hit an opening on Bei Lihui’s Combat Suit, it would at most cause him some pain.
Moreover, Bei Lihui was wounded and his vision impaired, but Zheng Tian’s tactical goggles were intact and could receive real-time ultrasonic scanning models transmitted by Ren Zhong through the command channel.
Zheng Tian was not blind.
Ren Zhong created so many battlefield advantages that Zheng Tian, a Second Level Gunsmith, was able to stand his ground against Bei Lihui for a moment.
However, Bei Lihui was ultimately one of the strongest Gunsmiths in Starfire Town, with top-notch skills and equipment.
The Fourth Level equipment shield on his shoulder automatically identified the rapidly incoming bullets, activated on its own, and floated over to block Zheng Tian’s barrage.
Otherwise, his face would have been turned into a sieve by the bullets.
Having narrowly escaped death, Bei Lihui immediately changed his tactics, first leaping sideways while simultaneously tossing the Scorpion Lion Heavy Sniper behind his back.
The automatic clasp on his back conveniently secured the heavy sniper.
The Scorpion Lion Heavy Sniper’s muzzle pointed downward.
At the same time, Bei Lihui’s hands brushed over his waist, grasping two high-powered Ray Guns.
He decided to dash into the dust wall to close the gap with Zheng Tian and swiftly eliminate this pesky flea at close range.
Based on the position from which Zheng Tian had fired and the dust whirlpool created by his rapid movement afterward, Bei Lihui roughly gauged Zheng Tian’s location.
As long as he closed the distance, Bei Lihui was confident he could sear through Zheng Tian’s throat with the two Ray Guns in 0.5 seconds.
As for the youth threatening him with the Fang Heavy Sniper, Bei Lihui wasn’t worried.
The youth’s past with Ren Zhong hadn’t escaped Yang Bingzhong’s surveillance.
Bei Lihui knew this youth’s name was Yujin, merely a fledgling Gunsmith, barely at the First Level threshold at most.
Perhaps the youth could forcibly use the Fang Heavy Sniper once with the Third Level Combat Suit.
But no way would he manage a second shot!
Because, for any normal person, it’s impossible to endure the heavy strain on the body twice using a Third Level Combat Suit under First Level parameters.
However, just as Bei Lihui charged forward a few steps, his instincts screamed a warning.
Without hesitation, he stopped.
Just half a meter in front of him, an explosion erupted.
Bei Lihui fixed his gaze into the distance.
The boy on the motorcycle had changed position upon landing.
He was slowly placing the Fang Heavy Sniper behind him, preparing to ride to the next shooting spot.
His previously crimson-red face had turned blood-red.
Small black spots quietly surfaced on his blood-red face, a sign of carbonization.
His whole body emitted white smoke, flickering with faint electricity.
Despite the grotesque expression, as if wracked by pain with every movement, there was an unyielding regret in his eyes.
He had aimed ahead, but never expected the opponent to catch on, resulting in a miss.
Bei Lihui looked down at the guns in his hands.
These two Ray Guns were meant for mid-range combat.
Considering the distance between them and the swirling dust along the way, launching an attack against the youth now bore little real significance.
Forget it, this little fool had already fired twice with the Fang Heavy Sniper; even if left alone, he won’t survive.
Better not let you burn.
On the other side, Zheng Tian once again switched bullets, firing a series of sparks.