Gao Yuan had been hit by bullets before, but those instances had been either while he was stationary or when he was hit by stray bullets.
But this time was different. Gao Yuan was running fast, and the person shooting at him had taken aim before firing a single shot.
They were just a group of ordinary-looking Afghans, and although he knew they had caused significant damage to Kandahar Air Base, when had they become so formidable?
Hitting a person speeding at seventy to eighty kilometers per hour was a tall order.
"Mr. Hao calling Nemesis, just now... an old man took a shot at you, the one sitting with the gun..."
Gao Yuan immediately said, "I know, I've been hit."
Li Jingang stammered, "But he used a Mosin-Nagant."
"What?"
"He hit you with a single shot from that old bolt-action rifle."
So what? It wasn't going to kill him anyway.
At that moment, Gao Yuan had already spotted the person he was looking for.
