Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Qi Yuzhe gritted his teeth and fired straight ahead.

Sure enough, the machine gun barrage quickly returned to him.

Qi Yuzhe could only hear the sound of bullets slicing through the air, but he couldn't see a single flash or the trajectory of the bullet. Yet, he remained calm. "Once or twice, do you think you can do it a third or fourth time?"

He slid down to a crouch, flat on the ground, and raised his gun to continue firing. But this time he didn't hear a metallic clang, meaning he missed. "Farrive than I thought..." Qi Yuzhe calculated the trajectory in his mind.

He lay flat on the ground, and from this angle, he should be able to hit the machine gunner standing in the center of the room.

The direction was correct, but the shot missed, which meant the target was further away, so I lowered the gun slightly.

At the same time, he didn't dare to stop for a second. He rolled to his feet and ran to the side to dodge, while slowly adjusting the muzzle of his gun to the left to compensate for the deviation caused by running to the right.

The sound of bullets whistling through the air still echoed in the thick fog. The machine gunners, hampered by their obstructed vision, were unable to aim accurately and could only sweep a large number of bullets horizontally to try to cover all targets within their range.

But Qi Yuzhe's dodging was extremely precise; he had practiced with Da Yong many times in Tide Prison.

Da Yong had used this method before, so he had long mastered the rhythm of constantly lowering his center of gravity and rolling close to the ground to dodge bullets.

Bang bang bang!

Several shots were fired, accompanied by the clanging sound of metal striking metal. After the trajectory was adjusted, the bullets hit their mark.

it's here!

Qi Yuzhe's gaze sharpened as he stared intently at the thick white fog; he had confirmed the target's location.

If Han Che's ability to sense killing intent is like a red dot on a radar, allowing him to pinpoint the approximate location of an enemy.

Qi Yuzhe locked onto the target by mentally calculating the trajectory of the bullets with two shots.

"Now all that's left is to hit the head!" Qi Yuzhe thought to himself, running left and right to dodge the bullets while constantly adjusting the muzzle of his gun, trying to find the machine gunner's only weakness: his head.

……

On the other side, after leaving Qi Yuzhe, Han Che ran straight to the left front, without any detours or dodges, heading straight towards that killing intent.

Based on his assessment, that position must be occupied by Asara's shieldbearer.

The reason he didn't prioritize eliminating the flamethrower soldiers was because, in his memory, flames couldn't ignite in smoke.

The smoke grenade can still last for a while, so the flamethrower soldier is not in much danger for the time being.

After rushing for a while, I saw a rectangular outline standing upright on the ground at the base of the wall. That was definitely the riot shield.

The shield-bearer leaned against the wall, holding his shield and firing his Bison submachine gun. The sound of the submachine gun was particularly clear among the large number of machine guns and rifles, so Han Che could easily pinpoint his exact location.

Since the shieldbearer was in a defensive stance, he couldn't fight from a distance, so Han Che simply chose to charge straight at him and finish the battle quickly.

The giant wave in his hand seemed to be aimlessly spraying bullets directly at the shield soldier.

The shield-bearer's pupils contracted, and he immediately turned his gun, which was being fired randomly, towards Han Che.

His tactic was simple: as long as he stood with his back against the wall and held a shield, there was no way he could be breached!

As long as you keep firing, you can force the person in front of you to keep their distance!

The shield bearers immediately opened fire, attempting to suppress Han Che's movements.

Whether he dodged to the side or lay down to avoid the fire, it didn't matter.

As long as you don't let him get close, you don't need to worry about his output. Even if you fight him head-on, it doesn't matter. He's a complete turtle shell.

The bullets from the bison whistled through the air, and Han Che's body almost instantly shrunk by half, his knees bent, and his upper body leaned forward, adopting a forward-charging posture.

"Lie down?" The shieldman saw Han Che lower his center of gravity and instinctively judged that he was about to fall forward.

He lowered the muzzle of his bison gun slightly, preparing to fire at the spot where Han Che landed.

But Han Che did not lie down. After lowering his center of gravity, he pushed off the ground with both legs and jumped up, jumping quite high, probably half a head higher than the shield soldier's head when he was standing.

"What!" Asara, the shieldbearer, exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide. He had never expected this person to jump up!

Then he tried to raise the muzzle of the gun again, but the angle at which he had pressed it down was too different from the angle at which he was raising it now, and he couldn't keep up with Han Che's movements at all.

Han Che was already diagonally above his head when his gun was still halfway there.

The shield bearer reacted quickly; the moment he saw Han Che jump up, he crouched down and raised his right shield high.

He wanted to use the top edge of his shield to block bullets that might come from above.

However, he was wrong again; Han Che did not fire the gun after jumping up.

He tucked his legs in mid-air, knees pointing forward, and crashed into the shield-bearer like a cannonball.

His knee slammed heavily against the upper edge of the shield, sending it flying backward.

The shield bearer's right hand, which was gripping the shield handle, was pulled upwards, causing half of his arm to go numb and sending waves of sharp pain through him.

"Damn it!" The shieldman cursed as he was repeatedly hit.

He had only been at Dam Zero for a short time, and as soon as he arrived, he started hanging out with Sayyid.

Said assigned him to his Red Owl squad, making him his assistant.

Although it hasn't been long, he's been practicing his marksmanship with the other members of the Crimson Owl Squad every day, and his progress has been rapid.

Saeed was not only a good shot, but he was also very kind to his underlings.

Although this older brother doesn't talk much, he takes good care of his brothers.

He was also very proud that he had gained Said's approval and become a member of the Red Owl Squad as soon as he arrived!

The feel of shooting, the boss's personal instruction in marksmanship...

Although he can't do what Saeed did yet, he is making progress.

"One day, I'll be able to shoot like the boss!"

The Red Owl Squad's treatment wasn't much better than others, but he didn't feel dissatisfied.

The other brothers all had only a small steel helmet and a worn-out weapon, but he also had a shield that could stop bullets, and that was enough!

Even so, he persisted in practicing his marksmanship diligently, wanting to be able to help his boss. After all, this was the era of firearms, and marksmanship was everything...

right?

!!!

Bullshit! How could this person have such strength?!

Asara's shieldbearer suddenly snapped back to reality, as if his consciousness had vanished for a second.

So many images seem to be flashing through my mind!

In that instant, he saw clearly through the shield's observation window the butt of a gun slamming downwards.

His eyes were practically bulging with rage!

"Aaaaaaah!!!" he roared, gripping the shield tightly with all his might!

clang!!!

A deafening roar shook his very being, and the shield was smashed out of his hand by an immense force.

Then, in the last second before darkness fell before his eyes, he saw those bloodshot eyes.

And a fist that is rapidly enlarging.