Chapter 198: 105. Mysterious Ray Lee
Translator: 549690339
“Awooo-
As the sun dipped below the ground, the howling of wolf dogs echoed through the sky.
The wild animals swiftly ran on all fours, huffing and rushing towards Kent’s teams.
The explosive power of these wolf dogs was astounding, quickly catching up with the speeding motorcycle teams from the side.
“Bang bang bang” gunshots rang out in the dark night after the sunset, with muzzle flashes and bullets targeting the foul-smelling wolf dogs.
While driving, Mark also fired his gun, his movements skillful, obviously having participated in many similar skirmishes before.
Noland Lee was wearing sunglasses and activated “Tracking the Living”.
His icy blue eyes, hidden behind the lenses, turned pitch black.
Within a range of 20 meters, all the wolf dogs were exposed in his sight.
Noland Lee drew out his revolver from his waist, flicking his wrist three times, sending three bullet heads precisely into the eye sockets of the wolf dogs.
Each bullet would be followed by the painful whine of a wolf dog.
After three shots, all the wolf dogs following the motorcycles were killed.
Hearing this commotion, Mark immediately whistled in admiration:
“Haha, your shooting and eyesight are really great, hitting such precise shots even with sunglasses on. No wonder Imperial people, who are always fighting, have such exceptional skills.”
“I would rather have the war end sooner…” Noland Lee muttered, pulling the trigger once more, blowing off a wolf dog’s head.
Seeing Noland Lee’s swift moves, Mark handed his revolver to him:
“Here, Ray Lee, you take care of the shooting, I’ll drive and reload.” Noland Lee took the revolver without any courtesy.
As soon as he held Mark’s revolver, Noland Lee could feel its extraordinary weight.
The revolver was obviously heavier than the scavenger’s revolver.
Upon further examination, Noland discovered a metal protective ring fitted with brass knuckles on the grip.
“A knuckle-heavy revolver? Did you modify this gun yourself?”
“I don’t have the ability to modify guns. An alchemist from the Alchemy Club modified it for me. If you like it, you can save up money and go to the Alchemy Club to customize your own weapon.”
Noland Lee had only seen a knuckle-heavy left-hand revolver in games before, this was his first encounter with the real thing.
He clenched the heavy left, aiming at the charging wolf dog, and fired a shot with a “bang.”
The wolf dog’s entire skull exploded, instantly turning it into a headless corpse flying backward.
The power of the heavy left was indeed extraordinary, far stronger than the small-caliber revolvers.
Noland Lee immediately fell in love with this violent weapon.
The most obvious drawback was the high recoil, which required excellent wrist and arm strength to control.
Noland Lee repeatedly pulled the trigger, successively blowing up the wolf dogs that had caught up.
He handed the empty gun to Mark to reload while he continued shooting with another pistol.
After the battle, several people in the security teams were bitten by wolf dogs, but none fell behind. However, the attack by the wolf dogs inevitably slowed down the teams’ speed.
Seizing the opportunity provided by the wolf dogs holding the enemy, the Ferocious Hound Gang’s teams sped up, stopping in front of Kent’s teams, and set up a firewall.
Seeing the situation, Kent decisively ordered:
“Everyone, stop!”
All the team members clenched their brakes, swaying to a stop, and rolled off their motorcycles, hiding behind the bulletproof metal plates and vehicle bodies.
The two factions started a firefight tens of meters apart in the dark night.
The crackling gunshots and jumping sparks tore the silence of the night apart, leaving the wilderness restless for a long time.
Noland Lee decided to treat the “Magic Shield” as a trump card and would not use it lightly.
He buried his head behind the metal bulletproof plate, not exposing himself to the enemy’s gunfire for a counterattack.
The dense rain-like bullets fell on the bulletproof plate, the splattered iron
filings scratching people’s faces painfully.
Mark clutched his heavy left, hugging his head, also not daring to put his head out.
After listening to the gunshots, he muttered lowly:
“Damn it, these scavengers are not ordinary ones. They’re after our goods.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t use ‘Wasp’ submachine guns to deal with us.”
At the same time, Kent also realized that the enemy’s firepower was too fierce.
He crouched down to avoid the gunfire aimed at his head, letting the chaotic bullets skim over his back.
Behind him, Alchemist Fars remained calm.
Fars had already activated his Alchemy Stone.
He grabbed a continuously changing mass of Pure Water from the stone and slapped it onto his chest.
The Pure Water quickly spread across his body’s surface, forming a thin layer of water membrane, wrapping him up from head to toe.
Bullets landing on this water membrane seemed to be frozen in place, stuck. The water membrane bulged slightly, expelling the bullet with a “pop.”
The bullet, which could easily end a human’s life, left no traces on the water membrane, and Fars remained unharmed.
It seemed that ordinary firearms and ammunition could no longer hurt well-prepared first-order alchemists… Noland Lee quietly took note of this detail.
Kent brought Fars to Mark, and said:
“Mark, I’m temporarily handing command of the team over to you. I’ll go over there and draw their fire. When you hear my gunshots, use grenades to take them out. The enemy’s firepower is unusual, and they may be harboring Extraordinary individuals. You must protect Fars at all costs. In order to transport all the water at once, he has removed all unnecessary runes and only retained the ‘Bulletproof Water Film Rune’ that blocks bullets..”
