However, the three-second charging preheat requirent of the experintal weapon left him hamstrung, making it necessary to wait for the perfect shooting opportunity, requiring the sniper target to remain stationary or move in a regular pattern for over five seconds.
He never got that chance.
Earlier, when Ren Zhong was stunned by the Impact Tiger Roar of the Vibranium Tiger, he almost witnessed a divine opportunity. Just 0.2 seconds short of pulling the trigger, he never expected Ren Zhong to still be able to move.
At this mont, the assassin wanted to cancel the mission and drop everything.
But then he rembered the notorious Wang Jinsou, and his face involuntarily turned bitter.
Who would dare ignore Wang Jinsou's demands?
He had no choice.
If he didn't try now, the inevitable fate for him would be the annihilation of his entire family.
If he tried, even if he failed, while he would die for sure, his family would still have a chance to live.
Perhaps they wouldn't live well, but as long as they lived, there was hope.
Over there, the violent sounds of explosions and collisions finally ceased.
The assassin thought, it's decided.
This soon?
The entire battle lasted roughly less than five minutes, right?
He had already lost any extravagant hopes.
He didn't need to think; he knew Ren Zhong would definitely be the winner.
This Ren Zhong was nothing like the reckless fool described by Wang Jinsou's minion, but rather invincible and unscathed!
Damn, I got screwed over really badly.
Sure enough, after waiting for about seven or eight seconds, Ren Zhong, whose dium and anti-gravity engines were simultaneously roaring, dashed out of the smoke holding the Vibranium Tiger's two-part corpse in his hands and soared into the air.
The Vibranium Tiger's severed corpse was rusty.
The head, as big as a heavy truck wheel, was held by the chanical arm of the Red Blade Armor, gripping the jaw, while the giant corpse was wrapped around by several iron chains extended from the chanical arm's wrist.
Ren Zhong's flying speed wasn't fast, and he finally moved in a straight line, but the direction wasn't towards returning to Nangao Town but was heading straight to the hill where the assassin was hiding.
The assassin squinted.
He was sowhat puzzled.
He had been extrely cautious, there was no way he could have been exposed.
Just a coincidence?
Forget it, having reached this point, there were no other options, he could only gamble.
Gamble that Ren Zhong was ntally relaxed after this over-level battle, or that his armor's energy was insufficient, having lowered the performance of his reconnaissance equipnt, allowing himself to succeed in this sneaky attack.
When a person is in combat, their intuitive reaction, crisis awareness, and equipnt performance all peak, which ironically enhances sensitivity to attacks from other directions.
Unless completely overwheld, entering a death zone or in deathly escape, this sense of danger would tend to focus more on the enemy in front or pursuing enemies.
The sa applies to post-battle relaxation.
The fifth-level gunsmith assassin slowly raised his gun, aiming.
Suddenly, a sleazy voice sounded in his ear, "If I were you, I'd obediently put down the gun."
"Who!"
The assassin fearfully looked around.
He didn't see anyone but saw a dirt-covered, palm-sized flying beetle appear quietly beside him.
At the sa ti, a resonant hum buzzed from all around him.
Tens of thousands of mosquitoes were flying in from all directions.
The assassin's lips trembled, but he didn't put down his gun.
The speaker in the flying beetle sounded that sleazy voice again, "It's useless, the boss is watching you. How could you possibly hit him? If you could, you'd have shot earlier. What're you pretending for now? See these mosquitoes? They're my latest masterpiece, Self-Destruction Flying Mosquito Bombs, not strong individually but extrely effective against idiots like you without armor. Want to taste it?"
The desperado hesitated for a few seconds, finally loosened his left hand, threw the gun to his side.
The mission was dood to fail.
His family was dood to die as well.
So, it was ti to fight for his own slim chance of survival.
The next second, a dark shadow suddenly leaped out and picked up the gun, standing at a distance.
The shadow was Chen ng.
Holding the gun, Chen ng was about to speak, but Ren Zhong suddenly shouted in the communicator, "Throw the gun into the sky! Then get down!"
Chen ng unhesitatingly complied.
The gun had just been thrown into the air, and Ren Zhong, about a hundred ters away from here, had already preemptively launched a guided missile that hit it precisely.
However, the guided missile's warhead wasn't activated, it didn't explode.
The missile turned into a thruster, propelling the gun far away.
Ren Zhong, Chen ng, Ou Youning, and Hanyu, who were hiding behind the mountain, all fell face down to the ground.
The assassin's reaction wasn't slow either, seeing the heavy equipnt warrior beside him lying down, how could he not realize the danger, and he mimicked the action.
A few seconds later, three to four hundred ters away, a horrifying explosion erupted.
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