Chapter Thirty-Two: Discovery

In the end, he arrived at a rough conclusion.

Suppose this Chang Le was indeed the sniper. Then it was likely he had his own squad. He and his team members rushed over to assist, but in the end, only he took action… because he was exceedingly confident. He believed that even alone, he could easily kill me. And after killing me, he informed the others, then departed.

Where did he go? The answer was obvious. He must have gone to rendezvous with his squadmates—since the rescue operation was complete, there was no reason for him to remain here.

Having analyzed this far, Fang Mu let out a long breath, his eyes flickering with thought.

“This Chang Le is a terrifying sniper. Though he didn’t use Gunfighter Techniques, making it impossible to determine his evolution level, being able to fire three consecutive sniper shots without any recoil affecting him, and hitting each target, shows his evolution level is certainly quite high. At the very least, he could not be merely Iron—he must be a Gunfighter of Bronze or higher.”

This was not a difficult deduction, for he himself was of Iron rank. Yet he could not manage three consecutive sniper shots untouched by recoil, each one striking true.

“So his squad is at minimum a Bronze team. And most likely… a Silver team!”

When he analyzed that the opponent was probably a Silver squad, Fang Mu’s expression grew grim.

Once a biological evolution reached Silver rank, it was no trivial matter. Gunfighters could kill across ranks, but at most only one rank above their own. If he were to face a Silver evolutionist, even with his “Firestorm,” it was highly likely he could not inflict truly fatal damage.

After all, he was merely Iron rank. His genetic original energy level and total amount were far too inferior to Silver. Even with “Firestorm,” he might only make them slightly embarrassed.

And once discovered…

A Silver-ranked existence was nothing like Bronze. Their speed far exceeded Bronze; if discovered, escape would be nearly impossible.

And the probability of being discovered was nearly absolute.

Because the opponent had an extremely dangerous sniper. As soon as a shot was fired, he could determine direction and distance, and with a glance, roughly locate my position.

At that point, escape would be futile.

With the speed of a Silver melee evolutionist, he could reach me before I relocated.

And then…

He would be utterly helpless, calling for the heavens in vain, seeking aid from the earth with no response.

Thinking of this, Fang Mu felt troubled. He pressed his lips tightly, but after a moment, he exhaled and stood up.

“No matter what, I have to at least search. What if my analysis is flawed? What if he really is a lone wolf? Although these men belong to Greedy Wolf, there are many solo gunfighters on the battlefield, some of whom specialize in assassination missions… Members of Greedy Wolf may well have dealings with such people.”

He could not easily let go. Today had seen battle after battle, several brushes with death!… No, in fact, he had already been “killed” once!

To be honest, Fang Mu was filled with rage.

After all…

What had he done to provoke anyone?

He merely wanted to hunt a Swiftwind Tiger! Yet this group repeatedly tried to take his life!

How could he not be furious in such circumstances?

So what if the opponent was a terrifying sniper?

Now, the advantage of shadow and light had shifted! The enemy believed he was dead, so he was now the one lurking in the dark!

If his foe was truly a lone wolf, and his evolution level not yet Silver, Fang Mu still had a chance!

Blast his brains out with one shot, and even the deadliest sniper would perish!

“You like shooting from the shadows?… I’ll let you taste the bitterness of a shadow shot.”

Fang Mu’s gaze grew grim. With this thought, he stood up.

But he looked out at the starry sky and the boundless mountains, and frowned.

He was “in the dark,” but the key was the opponent’s current location was unknown…

Finding him would not be easy.

This made him furrow his brow, considering how he might lure his foe out.

He pondered for a while, but it seemed difficult.

That man had already become a dried corpse; it was no longer possible to use him to bait the enemy.

Firing a shot would only expose himself first.

But in these boundless mountains, where should he search?

He thought for a long time, frowning.

“At this hour, it’s unlikely the enemy will act. When dawn comes, it’ll be easier. I’ll find a good spot, and I’ll certainly spot him then. For now, it’s best to collect the other spoils… Yes, he likely hasn’t had time to gather those yet.”

The spoils he referred to were from the first corpse site—the first person he had taken down… That man still had a sniper rifle.

Even the lowest-grade G-series sniper rifle was worth tens of thousands. He could not simply let it go.

As for the Swiftwind Tiger…

Fang Mu narrowed his eyes, intending to leave it for now.

Because the Swiftwind Tiger was excellent bait.

If tomorrow the enemy discovered the tiger, he would almost certainly go for it…

After all, tens of thousands of star coins lay there…

With this in mind, Fang Mu no longer hesitated. He glanced once more at the spot where he had buried the dried corpse, exhaled lightly, then turned and ran off.

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Fang Mu believed finding the enemy would not be easy, and at the earliest, only possible after dawn.

But he never expected that, upon reaching the first corpse site and examining the weapon the dead man had used, he instinctively glanced toward the Swiftwind Tiger’s remains…

And then, he made a discovery!

Four figures under the starlight had found the Swiftwind Tiger and were already beginning to process it.

Fang Mu was startled, but in the next moment, he reacted, immediately using the sight of the sniper rifle he had just acquired to look in that direction.

And as soon as he saw, he sucked in a cold breath…

“Heavy Blade, Mad Sabre, Fist Fighter, Gunfighter… It really is a squad!”

Fang Mu’s eyes grew wide.

And for the first time, he saw that Gunfighter!

A tactical pack slung over his back, a sniper rifle resting on it…

He wore a faint smile, chatting and laughing with his companions.

“That’s him—Chang Le?”

Fang Mu stared fixedly at him.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind…

Now seemed to be the perfect moment for a shot.