(You can not read it, and I will start writing it again tomorrow from chapter 23)

When such information quickly popped out of Hanmo's head, he realized that the development of the situation had gone beyond the direction of rapid deterioration.

Wrong.. Wait a minute... It was... Sniper rifles!

And it's definitely not the worst type of elimination, because the leader of the Mustang Gang also has a knife sniper, but it is definitely far less powerful than the terrible sniper rifle just now.

In this world where guns are heavily regulated, if you want to buy such a powerful sniper rifle, economic strength and channels are indispensable.

It's definitely the top of the Jiali Gang!

"It's over, it seems that Lao Tzu is going to explain here tonight, and I don't know if there are any guys in the gang who will take care of the aftermath for me." Hanmo despaired.

"Goodong",

Brother De on the side swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He was also frightened by this terrible scene, and looked tremblingly at the deep pit where his eyes were still floating from violent friction, trying to find the owner of the gunfire in the darkness.

Under the dark bushes, a strange-looking, partially mechanical-looking weirdo with a slightly modified face let out a soft "huh", and looked away from the mirror to look at the fleeing Zorro with a dangerous, interested gaze.

"You go after those guys, the kid in the leather coat left me to play with, he seems to be hiding some secrets."

A dark shadow flashed, and the strange man's legs exerted force, and in the blink of an eye, he left his original position, gradually shortening the distance caused by the previous pause in shooting.

"That's ...... The 'bloody hand' of the Jiali Gang, Marza! ”

Brother De gasped and took a breath of turbid heat and saw the identity of the strange man in the reflection of the light!

"Marza?"

Han Mo was terrified, his legs and feet were weak, and he almost couldn't support his strength, "How could that terrible guy target a few of our little characters?" ”

Brother De covered the bleeding area, and he didn't have the heart to talk about this information at this time.

Due to the stuttering of the wound, he was at the back of the five-man team.

He only felt a chill behind him, as if his life was about to be lost at any time!

"Bang!"

Another terrible shot, his ears were pricked up, and Dege only felt his heartbeat stagnant for a second before he resumed beating.

Of course, he was able to keep jumping, simply because the target of the sniper was not him, but Zorro!

And Zorro, who had already raised his mental outlook to the most excited state, was able to avoid this blow again.

"That guy is not easy to deal with! He's got his eye on you! Elena reminded nervously.

Zorro certainly knows this.

In fact, he was more anxious than Elena.

Perhaps, in Elena's opinion, he was able to avoid the bullet attack. But only he understands that he is only a new spiritual consciousness, and the spiritual power of the transcendent is limited, and if the spiritual power is under load for a long time, it will face weakness because it cannot support it.

On the importance of equipment!

Zorro's heart was bitter, and Elena had said that while the transcendent could fight against technology, they also needed the help of technology.

It's like some mutants who modify systems in their bodies to compensate for computing power. Psychics, who lack the means of physical attack, must use technology to make up for this shortcoming.

He doesn't have such economic strength, and if he wants to give full play to his extraordinary abilities, he has limitations.

Therefore, in the current situation, you can only be beaten passively and consumed alive by the other party.

At this time, several members of the Mustang Gang were also secretly aware of this, as if they had rediscovered the hope of escape. Beginning to constantly repel and stay away from Zorro, without hesitation, he split into two escape routes and ran towards another block.

"These guys!"

Elena gritted her teeth, angry in her heart, but helpless.

Of course.... If she were just a bystander, she would find that all of this is understandable, after all, no one will have a hard time with their lives.

Zorro gritted his teeth and didn't care about these things that didn't matter to him, because the guy who was aiming at himself with a sniper was obviously curious about his ability to dodge bullets, and didn't care about the others.

He had unreservedly unleashed his stored physical strength, crossing uninhabited flower beds and low-slope ramps at an astonishing speed for ordinary people, constantly winding and twisting, and galloping through the complex roadway terrain.

However, the latter has a high-performance prosthetic leg, which is slower than him, but can take shortcuts by climbing some walls, and has a lot of energy, sticking to him like a marshmallow.

At the same time, the bullets he fought back were either very deflected or easily dodged, and after the bullets were exhausted, Zorro reluctantly gave up the possibility of killing the stranger.

Approaching, shooting, and repeating, Zorro's divine strings have been tightened, and the supply of spiritual power has finally gone wrong!

At this moment, the strange man in the rear stopped again, raised the sniper rifle in his hand, expertly rested it on his elbow, and after maintaining his balance, he aimed his red eyes at the scope of preparation.

In the image inside the lens, there are red lines with precise scales. A blue square bracket scales in the shot. Infrared rays sense the human energy of the human body and automatically lock Zorro's running body inside, and the red dot in the center coincides with the head in the image.

His Skr-23 sniper rifle is a high-precision gun equipped with cadres of the previous generation of the Navy, and it is very valuable.

It has excellent performance of high rate of fire, high burst, low offset, and automatic target finding, and the disadvantage of bulkiness can be compensated for by the strength of prosthetics.

Generally speaking, even the top of the Cotton Gang would not have been able to easily dodge a high-burst, air-tipped bullet at such a close range.

There is a delay in mechanized evasion, and this ordinary-looking little guy not far away, as if he can make predictions in advance, has escaped his hunt without danger again and again.

He, absolutely saddled with secrets.

It should be the same as the guy in the gang, a mutant...... It could even be even rarer transcendental!

However, it should only be a newcomer.

Otherwise, with his own strength, it is absolutely impossible to fight against those terrible guys, and he can still have the absolute upper hand.

Marza drew an inference, and the corners of his mouth drew an arc of interest and greed, as if to say to himself,

"Hunt the transcendent or the mutant? This kind of story spreads......... Mutant gene chain.... Sell to the crazy modders... You will definitely get an unimaginably large reward. ”

He gently pulled the trigger.

One shot bursts!