Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 465 Unlimited Ammunition
However, seemingly worried that bullets might pierce Sun Hang and accidentally injure his teammates on the other side of the encirclement, these armed gang members did not point their guns at Sun Hang—their mission seemed to be more focused on maintaining order than attacking.

The first two men who rushed out had already closed in on Sun Hang, and their machetes were aimed directly at Sun Hang's neck and waist—these two men were clearly there to kill Sun Hang, and had no intention of capturing him alive at all.

Since that was the case, Sun Hang had no intention of holding back at all. He directly drew the pistol hidden in the holster under his arm and shot each of the two men.

"Within seven steps, the gun is both accurate and fast."

Both shots hit them right between the eyebrows, and they fell asleep instantly—luckily, Sun Hang was still using the pistol he had traded with the fan operative in the field department. If it had been his original large-caliber hunting pistol, the two men's necks and above would now be covered in a large pool of red and white filth smeared on the faces of those around them.

However, the situation hasn't improved much. Both of their heads are now reduced to less than half, and a piece of broken skull has even pierced the eye of another unfortunate soul not far away.

"gun!!"

"He has a gun!!"

The gang members surrounding Sun Hang immediately became agitated. The henchmen with steel pipes and machetes quickly dispersed, while the remaining gang members with guns all pointed their weapons at Sun Hang.

Unfortunately, they were a beat slower than Sun Hang in pulling the trigger.

The standard pistol for field agents at the Tianfu City Monster Research Institute is the Type 87 pistol, modified by the Equipment Department. It was developed and put into production in 4687 of the Chinese calendar and uses standard 10mm rifle ammunition. Before the First Monster War, both the Xia State Federation and the United States across the ocean had followed the development path of small-caliber, high-rate-of-fire automatic weapons. However, when a large number of enormous monsters invaded human nations, the militaries of various countries discovered that bullets with a caliber between 5mm and 8mm had very limited killing effect on the monsters. Not to mention those monsters that were not afraid of bullets, even those monsters that could be killed by gunfire required soldiers to consume a lot of ammunition to take down the target.

Almost simultaneously, countries proposed plans to modify their weapons. With the gradual popularization of military powered exoskeletons and the requirement for soldiers to withstand stronger recoil from firearms, the 10mm full-power rifle cartridge was introduced to the world.

Although the bullets used in the Type 87 pistol look similar to the 10mm full-power rifle cartridges, the propellant charge of the bullets was reduced because the pistol was generally issued to second-line combat personnel whose powered exoskeletons had a much lower coverage than those of first-line exoskeletons. As a result, the power of the bullets was reduced.

However, compared to the 9mm or 0.45-inch caliber pistol cartridges commonly used before the Monster Wars, this specially made 10mm caliber pistol cartridge is much more powerful.

The biggest drawback of increasing the caliber of pistol ammunition is the reduced capacity of a single magazine—the Type 87 pistol only has a capacity of nine rounds, and apart from the two people who were just killed, there are still eight gang members left with guns.

However, this minor problem was no challenge for Sun Hang. After firing six shots in quick succession, he moved to the side of the battlefield with ghostly movements. With his last bullet, he severed the neck of one gunman and then, with the remaining force, pierced the temple of another gunman who was also on the same trajectory.

"The gun is really useful," Sun Hang couldn't help but exclaim again.

After resetting the slide of the empty magazine, Sun Hang casually put the pistol back into its holster, then bent down and picked up a submachine gun that a gunman had dropped.

This is also a replica gun. If Sun Hang is not mistaken, it is a replica of an old-fashioned submachine gun that was already in service before the first Monster War. It uses 9mm pistol ammunition—this thing was already obsolete in the early stages of the first Monster War.

However, in order to consume the large stockpile of guns and 9mm ammunition, this thing was distributed to local police departments as riot control weapons for police officers—9mm ammunition is difficult to use against monsters, but it is still very useful for attacking human targets without armor or body armor.

The workmanship of this replica gun was very crude. Sun Hang even suspected that the gun-making workshop did not even have CNC machine tools. The receiver and folding barrel looked like they were hand-rolled. The only thing on the whole gun that met the original gun's production standards was probably the barrel that had somehow ended up in the hands of civilians.

The gunman had already disengaged the safety, loaded the bullet, and even had his finger on the trigger—however, with his cervical spine broken, his body below the head instantly lost control, forever losing the chance to pull the trigger.

"Don't worry, I will help you make up for your regrets."

Sun Hang spoke to the corpses on the ground, then picked up his submachine gun and began calling out the names of the fleeing gang members one by one.

This time, Sun Hang didn't aim for vital areas; he aimed for places like the knees or ankles... Unfortunately, the reliability of this submachine gun was really terrible. Sun Hang had only taken down the fourth person when the gun jammed.

"The workmanship of such a small workshop is really..."

Sun Hang patted the gun body with a bit of helplessness. The moment his palm touched the receiver, the gun body showed signs of liquefaction. The next second, the internal structure of the entire gun instantly became like it was made by the most advanced CNC machine tool. The tolerances between all the parts completely disappeared. This gun was transformed from a crudely made piece of junk into a "work of art" that could not be made with the industrial level of modern human civilization.

At the same time, the four missing bullets in the magazine were quietly replaced.

From that moment on, it became a submachine gun with an "unlimited ammo" cheat code.

Sun Hang strolled leisurely down the street, gun in one hand... In just two minutes, the street was filled with gang members wailing and howling, writhing and struggling while clutching their wounds.

There were a total of 35 people who ambushed Sun Hang, of whom 10 died and the remaining 25 were completely incapacitated.

"Who told you to ambush me?" Sun Hang kicked the gang member who was closest to him and screaming the most pitifully. "I'll count to five. If you don't answer, I'll break an arm or a leg for each number I count. When I get to five, I'll blow your head off. Understand?"

Sun Hang originally planned to use mind reading on these people directly, but the problem was that their brains were filled with pain and fear, and their thoughts and memory fragments were as messy as a pot of mixed porridge with thousands of random ingredients, making it too difficult to read.

This stuff shouldn't even be described as porridge; it's more like a huge, churned-up septic tank swarming with flies.

Sun Hang had neither the mood nor the time to pan for gold in the shit.

"I...we're from...Hidden Dragon Gang!" The dark muzzle of the gun made the gang member shudder instantly, the pain in his wound seeming to vanish in an instant. He hurriedly said, "The boss sent us...to ambush you here! As for why we ambush you, the boss only told us there's a sheriff who's going to ruin a big deal, and he sent us to take care of him..."

The gang member had initially intended to say, "That's all I know," but then he suddenly realized that saying that would imply he was completely useless. The man in front of him might just snap at him in a moment of impatience—at this thought, he quickly shut his mouth, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. Little did he know, Sun Hang had read his every thought perfectly.

Directly reading these people's thoughts is like finding gold in the trash—a thankless task. But if used in conjunction with interrogation, the ability to read minds can be incredibly powerful—just like the famous "don't imagine an elephant" experiment. As long as Sun Hang asks a question, even if the other person initially decides to give Sun Hang a false answer, the moment they hear the question, they will inevitably think of the real answer.

Even if it's only for a moment, it's enough for Sun Hang.

"Where's your boss?"

As soon as Sun Hang finished asking the question, he turned to look at a gang gunman with two large tattoos on his arms who had just been killed.

That guy is the leader of the Hidden Dragon Hall.

"Boss... Boss has been killed by you..." the gang member said hurriedly, pointing to the corpse that Sun Hang was staring at, "That... that's our boss."

"Of the remaining survivors, who is the highest-ranking?" Sun Hang asked again.

Even without the gang member's answer, his thought process had already given Sun Hang the answer.

All the leaders, big and small, of the Hidden Dragon Hall have been killed by Sun Hang—only the leaders are qualified to carry guns. As for the rest, they are just small fry who follow the leaders around like this guy, trying to make a living.

Besides making money, fighting, and women, there's almost nothing else in their minds. Many of them are even illiterate, having never been to school and unable to read a single character.

They knew less than the supermarket owner who ran away.

However, amidst this pile of dross, Sun Hang discovered a common thread—every member of the Qianlong Hall had been warned by their leader not to cause trouble for the Liusu Fuxing Pollutant Treatment Plant or other places, and was strictly forbidden from collecting "protection fees" from these areas.

Happiness Supermarket is one of these place names.

"So it seems these places are all Lin Lun's outposts in Liusu District... Some of them should be 'electrotherapy rooms' like Happiness Supermarket, used to 'electrode' the modified containers. As for the rest... Mastermind, notify the police to come in and clean up the scene. Also, have the drones keep an eye on the places I'm about to mention..."

"Should we send men to raid these locations?"

“If you can organize enough hunters, then yes,” Sun Hang said. “But if all we can mobilize right now is a force of ordinary people, then forget it. Who knows what kind of treasure is hidden in these outposts?”

"Currently, Springbringer City has 131 hunters at its disposal, of whom only four can reach the Willow Constellation area of ​​the Zodiac within five minutes," the mainframe replied.

“Four people is out of the question,” Sun Hang rejected the mastermind’s suggestion of a surprise attack. “How about we capture the leader first – can we find out Lin Lun’s whereabouts?”

"According to the monitoring system of the Willow constellation in the zodiacal layer and the internal attendance records of Fuxing Pollutant Treatment Company, Lin Lun arrived at the company at 9:04 a.m. today to clock in, had lunch in the company cafeteria at 11:39 a.m., and has not left the company campus so far."

"Is it possible to hack into the security system of Fuxing Pollutant Treatment Company?" Sun Hang asked.

"I'm sorry, your request cannot be fulfilled." The mainframe gave Sun Hang an unprecedented "cannot do" answer, which gave Sun Hang a strange sense of novelty.

"This is the first time I've heard you give such an answer... Half of the Sphinx's brain combined with the most advanced computer technology in all of humanity can't even hack into the security system of a pollutant treatment company?"

“It’s not that it’s impossible, but that Fuxing Pollutant Treatment Company doesn’t have an electronic security system,” the mastermind replied. “The company’s factory complex was built in 4652 in the Chinese calendar, when electronic security systems were not yet widespread. The factory area has undergone three large-scale renovations since then, but electronic security systems were not installed in any of them.”

“I see…” Sun Hang nodded. “But it makes sense. If Lin Lun had intended to keep monsters in his company from the beginning, he certainly wouldn’t have installed an electronic security system that’s so easy to hack. Speaking of which, doesn’t the Fuxing Pollutant Treatment Company’s factory area even have a single security camera?”

“Yes,” the mainframe replied.

"Drive that hovercar over here." After saying that, Sun Hang waved to a nearby alleyway. Before the fight started, Sun Hang had signaled Xue Yue to hide in that alleyway. Seeing Sun Hang waving at her, Xue Yue quickly ran to his side.

"You...you're so amazing...so many people can't beat you..." Xue Yue seemed to be trying to flatter Sun Hang, but unfortunately she was not good at flattery at all, and her words of praise sounded dry.

"Are you nervous?" Sun Hang suddenly asked.

“Nervous? I was a little nervous just now... especially when they rushed out, but I’m not nervous anymore.”

Xue Yue's heart was beating a little too fast, but it wasn't really that she was nervous.

“That’s not what I meant. I meant that the place we’re going to now is very likely the place where you were born,” Sun Hang said. “You might even have a chance to see your… ‘parents’.”

"Parents?!" Xue Yue's breathing suddenly became rapid, and her heartbeat quickened.

(End of this chapter)