Through the optical scope, another target appeared within the three-kilometer straight line distance between them - an ape soldier, wildly spraying the Independent Group with an anti-Mecha heavy machine gun.
Aim. Squeeze the trigger.
The bullet, which exceeds speed of Mach 3 under the alien environment, hit the head of the ape soldier in just three seconds.
The moment it burst open like a watermelon, time seemed to accelerate. The bloodstains, the brain matter, all instantly crystallized into ice.
When the sky lightened, the temperature in the Scarred Gorge would rise above zero, and the moisture in these ice crystals would evaporate, turning into a disgustingly-colored powder.
"Four hundred thirty-five."
Even though Chen Xun was mentally counting, the sniper rifle he set up did not seem to move, but the picture in the scope had greatly changed from before.
