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The bullet, carrying with it the heat of the wind, suddenly appeared in He Ao's field of vision.
There was no time to dodge now. He Ao's brain worked rapidly, and in that instant, Super Memory constructed a model of the bullet's motion and simulated its trajectory.
He Ao abruptly lifted his short sword, blocking it in front of him.
Click—
The scorching bullet was deflected, crashing into the wall.
At that moment, He Ao also lifted his head and began moving swiftly around the room.
Aiming takes time, and quick, irregular movements can disrupt the rhythm of an opponent's aim.
Meanwhile, he rapidly began comparing the current scene in the room with the one in his memory.
The body had moved because the knife had been taken from it; that was normal.
There was fresh blood on the floor, left behind by the 'Assassin'; that was normal.
The table had shifted slightly when the sniper rifle hit the ground; that was normal.
