Chapter 76: The Death Roar of the AWM Villain (Third Update, Extra Chapter for Lord Nightmare)

More than three hundred meters away, inside a house, the two white artillerymen wore expressions as if they had seen ghosts.

From their vantage point, the area surrounding the three-story building—spanning more than thirty meters—was inexplicably shrouded in dense, impenetrable smoke. Everything within had vanished from their view.

All that was visible was smoke, and more smoke.

Their military experience told them these white clouds must have come from smoke grenades, yet their logical minds rebelled against the idea.

How could smoke grenades cause such a phenomenon? Whose smoke grenades could cover an area of dozens of meters?

It was simply impossible!

"What on earth is happening over there? Where did all that smoke come from?"

Despite their extensive combat experience, the two artillerymen were utterly baffled. It never even crossed their minds that anyone could throw more than a hundred smoke grenades at once.

After all, there isn't a single person in the world capable of carrying a hundred smoke grenades.

Such an idea was utterly implausible—even to themselves.

The thick smoke produced by the grenades created not only a vast blind spot, but also considerable secondary harm. The acrid, suffocating chemicals made breathing difficult and caused intense discomfort.

Among the thirty-odd armed men who had surrounded the area, those lingering at the edge of the smoke, where it was thinner, managed to escape with just a few steps. But those government soldiers and rebels who had approached the house, venturing into the densest part of the smoke, suffered terribly.

The intense suffocation and dizzying stench enveloped them completely. They wanted to retreat, but could no longer tell which way to go—every direction was a haze of blinding white.

With their bodies starved of oxygen, they began to cough and shout, cursing and wailing for help, until, weakened, they collapsed to the ground.

The entire ordeal lasted less than two minutes.

At the very heart of the smoke, Xing Xiaolong pulled a gas mask and a four-eyed thermal imager from his tactical backpack and donned them. Even in the densest smoke, he remained unaffected.

Such is the advantage of superior equipment!

When one begins with nothing but a basic sword, how could they possibly defeat a player who starts with six godly items and level sixteen cheats?

"I must take advantage of the smoke before it disperses, find a way to eliminate those two artillerymen, then slip away amid the chaos and head to the second extraction point to rendezvous with Tiger."

With his cheat-like abilities, Xing Xiaolong had deployed a super smoke hack here. His mind worked swiftly, organizing the plan and moving into action with focused efficiency.

First, he needed to clear the soldiers around him and relocate to another hidden spot nearby.

Relying on the red dots displayed on his minimap, the abnormal penetrating power of his R8 revolver, and the enhanced vision of his thermal imager, Xing Xiaolong made short work of the government soldiers and rebels struggling in the smoke. To him, they were nothing more than lambs awaiting slaughter.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Each report of the R8 revolver echoed through the air—soldiers were "blasted" to death even through concrete walls, chunks missing from their bodies.

On his thermal imager, splashes of red and yellow erupted with each shot.

When Xing Xiaolong had previously blown apart a government soldier's head at close range, he had hardly reacted. Now, even though he dispatched seven or eight at a time through the thermal vision, his feelings remained unchanged.

In fact, the smooth efficiency of blasting each target with a single shot made him love this revolver all the more.

A hole with every shot—a chunk missing with every shot.

The latter was certainly more visceral and stimulating, the kind of sensory impact that could, if seen too often, affect one's mind, making them addicted and intoxicated.

Of course, Xing Xiaolong remained unaware of such changes within himself.

He had only one thought—

Take down those two artillerymen running the black market cannons!

After clearing all the rebels along the left path, Xing Xiaolong moved to the edge of the smoke, entering a two-story building. Thanks to the cover at the smoke's boundary, he could see the artillery position some three hundred meters away.

That was a three-story house with a flat roof. Xing Xiaolong guessed its walls were constructed just like the one he'd previously occupied—with two-hole hollow bricks cast from cement mortar.

Alternatively, it could have been solid cement bricks laid in the traditional manner.

The bald sniper's 12.7mm rifle couldn't penetrate those walls, allowing the artillerymen to hide safely inside. But that didn't mean Xing Xiaolong was powerless.

This cheat-enabled fellow had two guns on him capable of easily piercing such walls.

"Do you think hiding behind a wall will save you? I'll show you what a real sniper rifle can do." The revolver was more powerful and had greater penetration, but at such a distance, it was hard to aim accurately. Xing Xiaolong chose his other deadly weapon.

With his right hand, he reached behind him and grasped the very end of the AWM Bastard's stock.

He drew the rifle forward from his shoulder, and the gun gradually revealed itself, from stock to barrel, until it was fully displayed before him.

"The effect of this entrance is quite stylish, but I wonder if this 200mm penetration that supposedly ignores material really does ignore all materials. In theory, it should pierce titanium alloy, so this little cement wall ought to be child's play."

It was Xing Xiaolong's first time using this divine weapon, and he wasn't yet certain of its attributes. Naturally, he felt a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

Time, however, was of the essence. He couldn't afford to test it with a trial shot; he had to act now.

He swiftly set up the rifle, chambered a round, and aimed at his target more than three hundred meters away.

The AWM Bastard's scope could be adjusted up to fifteen times magnification—far too high for this distance. Xing Xiaolong set it to a comfortable eight times.

Through the scope's compressed field of vision, the target appeared clearly.

Xing Xiaolong could see not only the recoilless gun barrel protruding slightly, but also the half-exposed figure standing by the gun, perhaps not realizing Xing Xiaolong had changed positions and hadn't yet adjusted their own.

Using that partial figure to estimate the distance, Xing Xiaolong steadied his aim, held his breath, and focused.

"Bang!"

The Bastard roared!

Through the scope, Xing Xiaolong watched as the cement wall was pierced as if it were paper.

A spray of red and white matter erupted, painting the opposite wall with a bloody tableau.

"Thud!"

One of the artillerymen, with only half his body exposed, lost the entire right side of his head. Dead beyond all doubt, he toppled like a felled tree, crashing straight to the ground.

Where there is no smoke, throw some there!