Chapter 1642 - 82: Solo Dance

Chapter 1642: Chapter 82: Solo Dance

The people in front of the satellite monitoring screen were silent.

All the noise around had faded away, yet the lights of Hydefield before their eyes remained bright.

This was a splendid stage illuminated by a million lights, with the city as its backdrop. At the center of this stage, the Fatty from the Leray Federation had stabbed Flaischer fifty-six times!

The gushing blood dyed both intertwined figures red.

Flaischer was curled up, hanging entirely on Fatty. His eyes bulged like those of a goldfish, his face terrifyingly pale due to massive blood loss. The once cold, death-like gaze had disappeared, and his eyes, gradually losing their light, were still filled with disbelief.

This cold-blooded killer, who loved to harvest life with knives, was murdered more ruthlessly by a Fatty from the Leray Federation on this night.

The final stab, Fatty drove the knife fiercely between Flaischer’s ribs, into his heart.

In the silence, the two embraced each other, like two friends meeting after a long separation. After a brief pause in time, Fatty’s drunken face broke into a sinister smile. He looked up at the sky, and suddenly withdrew the Bayonet from Flaischer’s body.

Flaischer fell to the ground like a tattered sack dyed red.

The ground was a spiral emblem made of glass in front of the Devil’s Paradise platform, through the grid-like glass, one could see the warm lights of the city 1,800 meters below.

Blood flowed upon the glass, gradually spreading, resembling a small fiery red cloud in the void.

The satellite monitoring screen captured every detail, zooming in.

People watched the face on the screen in silence.

Fatty’s face was so clear. He stood on the peak of Space City, holding a blood-dripping knife. Twenty Devil Mechas were clustered around him, with Flaischer lying at his feet.

The spiral glass allowed the city’s lights to filter up, resembling a swirling storm, and beside him, four Thunderbolt Mechas’ blazing flames were just like the final bonfire of this grand and wild feast.

Tonight, he danced alone in the sky of Hydefield, 1,800 meters high.

Minutes ago, he drunkenly lugged a gun and walked out of the door. Minutes later, in the most arrogant manner, he marked the city’s age-old history with its brightest and bloodiest stroke.

He did not use Rampage, even though those black Devils were hidden by his side. Despite many, including David, having guessed that the twenty Rampages were his strongest Vajra Protection, he simply walked out, stunned Friedrich with a chop, and challenged the snipers around him!

With dynamics against statics, this sniper duel had surpassed the nerve intensity of common people.

However, for him, it was an effortless battle like a stroll in the park. Whenever his antique sniper rifle flashed, a top sniper would fall hundreds of meters away. It wasn’t sniping, it was a nearly point-blank execution. Cruel and composed.

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"Watch this shot, stop....." A sniper instructor from the Kelly Family indicated to the screen operators to freeze the frame, saying, "According to the information, this General Tian had once sniped the world’s second-ranked Hopkins in the Leray Federation. Now it seems this isn’t a legend."

He turned, pointing at the data on the screen’s top right corner, explaining: "From rolling and rising to shooting, the action was very cohesive and took only 0.35 seconds total. You might not understand what this 0.35 seconds means, but if I put it this way, you will get it......"

This sniper instructor, renowned in all of Feiyang, turned solemnly to the family members, including Clan Leader Old Kelly, and said, "I need 0.9 seconds to perform the same action, and Hopkins-level experts need at least over 0.7 seconds!"

Amidst a surprised uproar, he stared at the screen at Fatty: "That means his reaction speed and physical quality are more than twice ours. If he fully masters the positions of the surrounding sniping points, not to mention fifteen snipers, even thirty snipers couldn’t kill him!"

"How is that possible?!" called out a family member.

"Remember when he walked out?" The instructor coolly swept a glance across the incredulous crowd, "He walked out, yet none of the fifteen sniping points around could aim at his head! For a sniper master like him, once he knows the sniper’s location, he has ways to simultaneously vanish from most gun barrels."

As the instructor spoke, he switched several screens and picked up an electronic pen: "Everyone, take a close look. From his evasive maneuvers, you can see each time he faced no more than three opponents!"

The instructor frantically drew on the screen, his speed swift. The conference room was dead silent.

No one dared believe it was true. Yet, by looking at the lines and arrows the instructor drew over Fatty’s agile movements, then comparing them to the sniping point diagram, they could clearly see how Fatty used actions and cover to disappear from gun sights.

Amongst the gasping sounds, the instructor dropped the electronic pen, sitting down.

"Tonight, the family made a wise decision. Regarding the outcome of this duel, I’m not at all surprised; with his skills, shooting a fixed-position target....."