Chapter 28 - 8 Real Estate is the Foundation of Everything! _3
The road was less than five meters wide, rolling over would only take two or three seconds, yet for Lin Miao, it felt like an entire century had passed. He watched as that hand grenade rolled all the way to the bald man’s feet.
"Hmm?"
The bald man felt something hit his heel, and when he looked down, he saw a dented cylindrical object, about the size of a palm. His lips moved slightly.
"F**k...."
The last two words didn’t come out as fierce flames erupted from the cylinder, blasting him away entirely.
"?"
The Night Wanderer, who was still unzipping his pants, was stunned by the explosion. He didn’t even dare pull up his pants and instinctively wanted to crouch back beside the engine, using the reinforced body of the vehicle as cover. But the moment the grenade exploded, Lin Miao had already risen from the bushes, raised his gun, aligned the sights, and pulled the trigger despite the risk of being hit by shrapnel, sending a burst of bullets forward.
Although his Basic Firearms Mastery LV3 wasn’t very high, he understood basic principles of firearm usage. At five meters, it was like shooting at a stationary target, and the green-haired Mohawk’s left chest was blown to pieces by bullets.
To counter the bulletproof capabilities brought by prosthetics, today’s arms market is filled with full-power bullets, high-explosive rounds, or incendiary rounds, even guns that can kill an elephant. Those without prosthetic protection... well, what can I say... heh.
From the grenade explosion to finishing the shooting, it took no more than two seconds, but Lin Miao didn’t stop there. He immediately leaped out, hugging his gun, and fired a burst at the Night Wanderer who had been blown several meters away by the grenade, the bullets shattering both the neuronic components and skull fragments. After emptying the bullets, he tossed the gun to the ground, drew the handgun from his waist, and finished off the green-haired Mohawk by blasting his head to pieces.