Chapter Ten: The Duel of Snipers

The gap between military-grade prosthetics and civilian prosthetics far exceeds the difference between a fully armed mercenary and a native wielding a club.

Military prosthetic users must be posthumans, with reaction speeds and prosthetic adaptability far surpassing those of ordinary humans. Coupled with the most advanced cutting-edge technologies—capable of being wielded only by posthumans—the results are terrifying.

Legend has it that military prosthetic users can catch bullets barehanded, melt a person’s brain from hundreds of meters away with a single spit, toss a hundred-ton beast around like a toy, run at supersonic speeds on foot, and a select few exceptional warriors can single-handedly dismantle war machines.

Even if these legends are somewhat exaggerated, and the iron-clad flesh is certainly less than pure iron, the data on military prosthetics cannot be as outlandish as that of military robots. Yet hostile mercenaries firmly believe that such monsters could easily spiral him with one hand.

He had considered simply abandoning this mission, gritting his teeth to swallow the loss, rather than wasting money and ending up dead here—especially with another ambush looming.

But his mind remained sharp, and he quickly realized that the sniper on the other side wasn’t strong enough; he had yet to locate other drones that had not yet fired, nor had the sniper targeted the most critical nodes within the beast swarm with every shot.

Oh, and the mines weren’t triggered prematurely; they only exploded as his armored vehicle approached.

“Could it be that only attacks directly aimed at him provoke such absolutely precise counterattacks?”

Accepting this conclusion would render his earlier plan to kill the sniper first a classic act of foolishness. Yet if the mission could be completed—if the cargo intercepted—being foolish was better than total collapse. Besides, a military-grade counterattack module was far preferable to actually facing a military prosthetic user in person.

Based on the sniper’s counter-sniping and mine detonation timing, the opposing mercenaries estimated that his rapid reaction time to potential threats was between 0.8 and 1.2 seconds, with a perception radius of at least three hundred meters.

If the lethal radius exceeded the distance the sniper could evade within that perception time, even without real-time target adjustment, a single shot could obliterate him. His movement speed wouldn’t surpass 25 meters per second.

This intelligence was of little use to him personally, but he sent it to his leader, hoping the tactic might be employed during the subsequent ambush.

For now, his only option was to hold the enemy at bay.

Hidden within the yellow sand, hostile mercenaries clutched their beloved anti-material sniper rifles, focusing intently on the monsters and drone operations. But as their opponents distanced themselves, the spoils that could have been theirs alone would now be shared among others, and their hearts grew restless.

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