Volume 1 Chapter 111: Speed of Life and Death

  By taking advantage of the warrior's superior speed, using the extremely short time difference between the opponent's locking position and pulling the trigger to make corresponding evasive actions, this is the principle of the warrior dodging gunfire.

  However, the shooting distance of a sniper rifle is too far. If the other party has been ambushing early on, they won't even know where the sniper is, let alone see where the opponent's gun is pointing and take evasive action in advance?

  What's more important is that from the huge hole on the road surface, Qin Yan instantly recognized that the opponent was using the legendary anti-material weapon.

  The so-called anti-material sniper rifle is actually a large-caliber sniper rifle, also known as a heavy sniper or cannon sniper. Its power is so great that even if one has the defensive skills of Qin Yan's "Iron Body", being hit would still result in loss of limbs. In short, this thing is a real killing machine.

  Even with a silencer installed, it is impossible to conceal the terrifying sound.

  A shooting incident occurred on the road, and the entire road suddenly became chaotic. The traffic was no longer in its previous order, and terrified cries echoed back and forth.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Bang!

  The sound of sniper rifles was endless, Qin Yan dared not stop the car and escape, all he could do was to take advantage of irregular detours, making it difficult for the sniper to grasp.

  A sniper must judge the speed and trajectory of a moving object in order to attack it, especially when it comes to Qin Yan on a sports car.

  Lamborghini was previously running at 80 km/h, which is the highest speed limit on this road section. Now that lives are in danger, who would still care about traffic rules?

  The sniper rifle bullet is very fast and can reach several hundred meters per second, which is far beyond that of a sports car.

  However, when the sports car drove to 200 yards away, its speed was over 50 meters per second. Since the opponent used a sniper rifle, it was clear that Qin Yan was a high-ranking martial artist, and he was deeply afraid of being seen by him aiming at the gun, so the sniper not only hid in a concealed place but also kept a relatively far distance.

  In that case, the bullet has to fly over a very long distance, even if the sports car is running at a speed far from that of the bullet, but the distances they cover are also different.

  The bullet travels hundreds of meters, while a sports car only needs to swerve 3-4 meters to make it impossible for the opponent to hit!

  If the speed of the sports car is fixed and the route is fixed, the sniper can predict the target in advance. Obviously, Qin Yan won't do such a stupid thing, the steering wheel turns irregularly in different directions, and the supercar follows left and right, even the speed is sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

  There is no pattern, so the sniper cannot predict the position in advance!

  The sniper apparently received the order to die, even if he couldn't predict his position, bullets were still flying in succession, they were just lucky. Although it was impossible to predict the exact position, but after all, it was limited to a certain area, as long as one bullet hit, with the terrible power of the Barrett, it could tear the target into pieces instantly.

  What's more, there is not just one sniper!

  Under Qin Yan's exquisite control, combined with the supercar's powerful performance, the Lamborghini sprinted wildly, leaving a series of shocking large holes on the road it passed through.

  Bang!

  Another crisp sound, continuous shooting in a certain area under the opponent's control, Qin Yan's good luck ended, and a bullet passed from top to bottom through the rear of the car, and a large hole appeared in the rear compartment of the sports car.

  Damn it!

  Qin Yan's heart ached to death, this was no ordinary scratch. With the powerful force of the heavy sniper rifle, the bullet must have penetrated through more than half of the car body, making it almost impossible to repair.

  He couldn't help but secretly smile at the thought of whether being shot would be covered by his insurance.

  A loud crack!

  He took advantage of an opportunity to suddenly turn the steering wheel sharply, and the sports car turned into another road. From the angle of the previous bullet shooting, he judged the general direction of the sniper's position. This road was the sniper's shooting blind spot. Sure enough, after turning onto this road, the gunfire stopped, but just as he relaxed for a moment, the feeling of being stared at in secret appeared again. It turned out that there were also ambushes on this road!

  Avoidance.

  Rushing.

  Turn around.

  Qin Yan's back was sweating profusely, the snipers were too far away, and he couldn't judge their direction of attack at all. Indeed, constantly turning the steering wheel made the car speed up and slow down, making it impossible for the opponent to lock on, and they could only shoot in a certain range. However, this range was not large, at most it was just a circle with a diameter of over ten meters, and he still had a chance of being hit, and being able to escape unscathed definitely had an element of luck.

  More importantly, in this process, he cannot stop the car. As soon as he stops and remains stationary, he will immediately become a living target.

  Hunt down the sniper?

  He also wants to, but under current circumstances it's simply impossible. When he locks onto a sniper, all the other snipers will be targeting him.

  The person who planned this ambush was very clever, setting up a sniper's blind spot on every road. If Qin Yan didn't turn into another road through that blind spot, he would face even more and more dangerous attacks. However, once he turned into another road, he entered the second segment of the ambush.

  In addition, each road ambush point has at least three snipers, ensuring that Qin Yan has no chance of attacking the snipers, and can only escape for his life.

  Qin Yan felt stifled, he was indeed in a difficult situation now, for so many years, except for the time when he was hunted down by 'Tianming' a few months ago, when had he been forced to such a sorry state?

  He was very clear that under current circumstances, the only way out is to run!

  The enemy's sniper cannot be endless, as long as they cross one ambush point after another, throwing all the snipers behind them, the enemy's plan will come to nothing.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Bullets as thick as thumbs flew through the air, and on the solid concrete road, large and small cement blocks were constantly ejected in different directions.

  Leaving holes on the ground as big as a fist, about 30-40 cm deep.

  As for that beautiful Lamborghini sports car, its body already has six big bullet holes, the only thing to be thankful for is that several important components such as the tires, engine and fuel tank were spared, otherwise it would have been impossible to drive. If they had lost the help of the supercar and had to run on their own two legs, the difference in speed would have made things even more dangerous.

  After all, his running speed is much faster than that of ordinary people, but it's impossible to compare with supercars. Once the speed comes down, snipers can narrow their attack range.

  Bang!

  Qin Yan turned into a small alley again, accompanied by the last gunshot, and the feeling of being stared at disappeared.

  "Damn it... This car was just bought! Wait till I find out which bastard did this, I'll definitely... not let him off!"

  Just as he thought the ambush was over, a very faint sound came, like a car wheel passing over a screw.

  It's something that ordinary people would never hear, even warriors. If he didn't have such a cautious personality, he would also overlook this small matter.

  He won't, because he is a mercenary, he is Greed Wolf, one of the fourteen great generals of 'Tianming'!

  Whoosh!

  His right foot stomped heavily on the floor of the driver's cabin, a surge of internal energy poured into the Yongquan hole, and he rose up like an eagle spreading its wings.

  The action planned was to clear the way first, then dash to one side. Unfortunately, he had just made a slanting thrust and was dashing towards the roadside when Lamborghini exploded.

  Rumble...

  A sports car burst into a big cluster of dazzling flames, with waves of flame shooting out from the blazing fireball, as if the goddess was scattering flowers.

  If Qin Yan had fallen to the ground, these projectiles would have been hard to pose a threat, but he was suspended in mid-air.

  Due to being close to the explosion point, at least four teams of different sizes of ejecta, with the help of a strong thrust formed by the explosion, whizzed in.

  These ejecta may be parts of the vehicle, sheet metal, or shrapnel installed on the bomb itself, and may also be chunks of concrete ejected from the ground as it is disrupted by the blast. Driven by the pressure wave, although not as fast as bullets, they are still lethal and cover a large area, making them unavoidable.

  As the four fire-imbued projectiles flew towards him, Qin Yan's fists and feet moved in tandem, knocking three of them off course. Unfortunately, the fourth one still managed to hit its mark, striking his abdomen with a loud thud. He spat out a mouthful of blood as he fell from mid-air, landing in a heap of weeds by the side of the road.

  About two or three hundred meters away from the explosion point, under the shade of a big tree, a young man on the back seat of an Audi SUV raised the corner of his mouth with a cold and cruel smile: "Still thought he was Superman, but... he can also die?"

  As he was about to get off the bus, an old man beside him pulled him back: "It's better to be careful, never underestimate any enemy."

  The young people were somewhat skeptical, but on the surface they didn't dare be disrespectful to the old man: "Third Grandfather has taught us, what's next?"

  The old man smiled at the other two in the carriage and said, "Sorry to trouble you."

  The two old men were of medium height, but one was plump like a ball and the other was thin like a bamboo stick, looking very comical.

  Of course, no one dared to mock them in person, and all those who mocked them became dead men.

  The chubby old man glanced at the young man, let out a cold snort and pushed open the car door, walking slowly towards the scene of the incident. The thin old man followed with a strange smile.

  "This is too much!" The young man's face was full of discontent as they walked away from each other.

  "If you can't even tolerate this, how can you rule with great power in the future? I'll tell you, they're arrogant because they have the capital to be arrogant. In the world of martial arts, what truly commands respect is not status, but strength. Because status is just borrowing someone else's name, who can't put on a tiger skin and pretend to be mighty? Only when you possess enough real power can others obey your every command, understand?"

  "Grandpa San is being taught."

  "Not good!"

  The old man was scolding the young people, but his eyes were fixed on the instrument screen monitoring the explosion site. Just as the two old men walked to the roadside bushes, a black shadow suddenly shot up.

  Is Qin Yan dead?

  No!

  Is Qin Yan injured?

  Yes!

  He was injured, but his injury was intentional. People in mid-air had no fulcrum to avoid, but precisely because they were in mid-air, both hands and feet could be used at the same time. There were a total of four bursts of projectiles. He could have dodged all of them if there were five, but his third leg didn't have that much combat power. However, he intentionally left one behind and was hit by that burst of projectiles in the abdomen.

  Although the speed of the projectile's ejection was not as fast as a bullet, its weight was heavier than a bullet, so he was still injured.

  Of course, since it was intentional injury, he could already estimate before getting injured that his injuries would reach what degree.

  Firstly, he dodged the fatal blow, and secondly, he had prepared in advance to dissipate some of the force, so it only made his abdominal blood boil, spitting out a mouthful of blood but not hurting his internal organs, having no impact on his combat effectiveness.

  As for why I would intentionally get hurt...

  How else can we lure out the guys who have been hiding in the dark and refusing to engage us head-on, using high-tech weapons against us?