CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: RAPID POWER GROWTH

The factors supporting Qu Jianlei’s decision to strike back are twofold.

The first is, of course, his unsettled thoughts, but the second point is even more important: poverty!

He managed to assemble his current equipment and continue his cultivation, not just by pretending to be a student of Mr. Sai.

Ultimately, it was through fighting several battles and killing for loot that he found the secret to making a fortune!

So, this battle is necessary, not only to achieve peace of mind but more importantly, to earn money for cultivation.

With this thought, he accelerated again, headed towards where the motorcycle was hidden, stopping only a hundred meters away.

The motorcycle and supplies were placed in a shallow pit, covered with a dirt-colored rag.

Passersby usually wouldn’t notice unless they looked closely.

Then he turned, picked up the binoculars, and looked into the distance behind him.

Just how many of them are there? He muttered softly, "When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."

It really is like that; he’s observing them, and they’re observing him.

The air of the Wasteland is not good, and the visibility is poor, although it’s not always constant.

Like now, he could vaguely see two motorcycles speeding toward him from about two kilometers away.

Dong Ge sat on the back of one of the motorcycles, holding binoculars, and he also spotted him.

"Just ahead, this kid’s running quite fast... huh, he noticed us?"

Qu Jianlei memorized their position, then immediately hid next to a rock, adopting a kneeling position, and raised his gun.

In theory, if you can see with binoculars, you can see with the naked eye too.

But at two kilometers apart, a human figure looks just like a small black dot, hard to aim at.

The hateful thing is that the Gauss Automatic Rifle on the Wasteland basically lacks scopes.

Given the Gauss Gun’s range and power, not having a scope is really unreasonable.

Qu Jianlei can only assume that the post-apocalyptic environment is so bad, there’s no need for scopes.

After all, the use of firearms involves more than just range and power; convenience is also important.

But if he wanted to aim and shoot, it was a bit tough, not a matter of marksmanship.

He used to have poor marksmanship, but after getting a Gauss Gun, a few practices improved it.

Not to brag, but Qu Jianlei believes he picks up skills like marksmanship quickly.

And when he was on Blue Star, he wasn’t interested in it, and it wasn’t easy to get involved, so he never studied it.

With so many things to study, if he wanted to get into guns, he’d have to deal with people, so why bother?

He thought his aim wasn’t bad, but he couldn’t see clearly... what to do?

The next moment, he channeled his Inner Qi to his eyes... damn, it really works.

The target’s figure didn’t get bigger, but the clarity suddenly increased, like the pixel resolution was sharply enhanced.

So what I saw earlier was... cavalry?

But immediately after, his vision went black, followed by an intense pain from his eyeballs.

Oh no! Pushed too hard... Qu Jianlei quickly eased up.

He was a bit relieved that his first attempt at channeling Inner Qi was in his legs; otherwise, his eyeballs... might not be intact!

He realized more related testing is required in the future; otherwise, cramming last minute could lead to trouble.

Wanting to do testing, financial means is a crucial limiting factor, so this time... he has to earn a lot more.

When his vision returned, they had advanced another 400 meters, he quickly focused his mind to aim.

Dong Ge saw everything clearly through the binoculars and couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

"Still planning to resist, thinks he’s the Shadowless Spear, huh?"

The Shadowless Spear is the most renowned sniper in this land, with the longest successful shot at over ten kilometers.

However, that one used a Laser Sniper Rifle with a scope, hardly comparable to a Gauss Automatic Rifle!

Yet Dong Ge remained cautious, "Make the bike sway a bit."

It’s hard enough to aim at a long distance, and any shift in the motorcycle’s movement makes it difficult for the opponent to hit.

He added, "Move forward another 300 meters, just wait for him to dare to fire, and we’ll unleash suppressive fire!"

The tattooed man wielded a Gauss Machine Gun, the kind a single person could handle, with a range of 1,500 meters, more than enough for suppressive fire.

But he hesitated for a moment and said, "Dong Ge, suppressive fire from the motorcycle... that’s a waste of ammo."

The wavering of a moving motorcycle was never a stable firing platform.

While the Gauss Machine Gun has intense firepower, it’s extremely ammo-consuming, and he’s a bit worried this battle might be a loss.

Dong Ge simply snorted, "He has to have the nerve to shoot at us."

In the Wasteland, having more people is a significant advantage; two motorcycles, four people, does a lone rider dare make a move?

The Wasteland isn’t short of tough guys, but challenging four alone is practically impossible.

Does he even realize his own conditions compared to ours—you don’t even have a motorcycle!

Of course, his thinking is based on a belief: the opponent’s marksmanship can’t hit a moving target at a thousand meters!

If you can hit targets beyond a kilometer, that’s already impressive, let alone a target that’s moving, swaying side-to-side.

He believes the most probable scenario is the opponent pretending to aim and then firing as a warning.

However, it’s truly unfortunate; Qu Jianlei has absolutely no intention to fire a warning shot.

Once he’s decided to go for the kill, why even warn them?

As for whether it’s a misunderstanding... did they just choose this path too? Sorry, Qu Jianlei never believes in misunderstandings.

People in the Wasteland are inherently ruthless, and his nature is stubborn.

When he runs away, he can completely disregard his face and reasons, and when he attacks, he won’t follow any rules.

The Wasteland is so vast, and you’ve been following me for so long; do you want to claim you have no ill intent?

Sorry, I won’t even give you a chance to explain, not considering the possibility of a "coincidence."

Qu Jianlei held his breath, and three seconds later, decisively pulled the trigger.

He had a mental estimate for the lead, and the zigzag movement wasn’t completely without pattern.

After the gunshot, the motorcycle carrying the guy with a flower tattoo crashed directly to the ground.

The guy with a flower tattoo holding a Gauss Machine Gun flew off the bike, tumbling several times, "Damn... what’s going on!"

The rider’s chest had a gaping bloody hole, clearly beyond saving.

Upon seeing this, Brother Dong was terrified; with just one shot, his entire plan was overturned.

First, the opponent is a divine gunman, hitting a target more than a thousand meters away, moving, with a Gauss Gun without a scope.

Second, the opponent is too ruthless, killing directly, without any hesitation.

It’s clear that this is a seasoned bloodthirsty veteran, an opponent no one would want to encounter.

His rider, also a seasoned adventurer, immediately slowed down upon seeing the situation, making several wide turns to avoid being hit.

The next moment, another gunshot rang out, the flower tattoo guy, having just gotten up from his dizzying fall, had a bloody hole in his chest.

He hadn’t even had a chance to raise the barrel of his Gauss Machine Gun.

Qu Jianlei was clear; of the four, this guy had the strongest weapon.

So his first shot took down the flower tattoo’s rider, and the second shot took down the flower tattoo guy.

As for the other motorcycle, it seemed much less dangerous, so there was no rush to deal with it.

But Brother Dong’s rider was in a hurry, "Should we run?"

Brother Dong was furious, "Of course, run, do we wait here to die?"

The rider turned the bike around, making a big bend, ready to speed away.

However, just at that moment, another gunshot was heard, and Dong, in the back seat, unfortunately became the target.

Due to the rider’s excessive movement, Qu Jianlei’s shot this time wasn’t as effective, only hitting Dong’s left shoulder.

But the kinetic energy of the Gauss Gun is no joke.

With a single bullet, Dong’s body twitched slightly, and the area below his left shoulder vanished instantly.

And it didn’t stop there; the bullet went through Dong’s shoulder and took a large chunk of flesh from the rider’s left shoulder.

The rider was so highly stressed that he hadn’t even realized a big chunk was missing from his own body.

"Brother Dong, hold on; it’s time to show my true riding skills..."

Before he could finish, with a muffled sound, Dong had half his left arm gone, and he was thrown off the bike.

"What the hell..." The rider was a bit dumbfounded, "Brother Dong?"

He kind of wanted to flee now, knowing full well they couldn’t win; they’d hit a steel wall.

If the leader wasn’t Brother Dong, he would’ve run already; the Wasteland’s rule is survival of the fittest!

But this was Brother Dong, and even if he escaped, the days ahead wouldn’t be any better.

Dong, dizzy and disoriented from the fall, still knew what he needed to do, "You go, this is the real deal here!"

He’d already determined this was the person the Hong Character General Settlement was after—otherwise, they wouldn’t be so powerful!

He subconsciously thought that he was already doomed and just wanted to get the message out.

If you’re going to kill me, I won’t let you have it easy!

At this moment, he fully embraced a reckless, do-or-die mentality.

"Brother Dong, take care!" The rider shouted, his voice tearing through the air.

Then he turned the handlebars to leave, "I’ll get the message out... huh, my left hand has no strength?"

The next moment, both he and the bike crashed heavily to the ground.

There are those in the Wasteland who can ride a motorcycle single-handedly, but obviously not him, especially not with such a sudden incident.

The motorcycle tumbled over twice, and he turned over seven or eight times.

The survivors’ physical prowess really wasn’t just talk; even with his left hand crippled, he could still use his right hand to reach for a gun.

Another gunshot rang out, the bullet broke his right arm.

Qu Jianlei stood up, holding the gun, and slowly walked over.

As he advanced to about five hundred meters, he aimed at Brother Dong’s right arm again.

"I admit defeat!" Brother Dong voluntarily raised his right hand, showing he was unarmed.

Suppressing the dizziness from blood loss, he shouted loudly, "It’s a misunderstanding, I’m willing to compensate!"

Even he didn’t believe those words, but he had to say them, or he would have no other chance.

What puzzled him was that the opponent actually raised the gun, leisurely walked over.

Qu Jianlei’s steps were very light, with a bit of an elusive quality, still showing some vigilance.

Coming close, he raised his gun again, aimed at the other’s head, and asked without expression.

"Why are you chasing me?"