Chapter 438 - You Won, But I Didn’t Lose (1/2)

(Name: Filter Lens]

(Grade: D]

(Function: Preserves the user’s field of vision up to 300 meters-user will be unaffected by factors including light and natural occurrences]

Zhang Heng and Abu were about 270 meters apart, just within the Filter Lens’ range. Equipped with this D-cla.s.s prop, the blur of the rainstorm within a 300-meter radius of Zhang Heng’s field of vision magically vanished, and visible light had improved significantly.

Abu, on the other hand, was struggling. Constantly hara.s.sed by the pouring rain, all he could at the moment was to keep his ears open and try his best to locate his target amid the roaring patter.

As Abu was in deep concentration, his right ear twitched slightly. Then all of a sudden, he rolled out from behind the rock into a crouched position, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger. Without checking to see if he had hit the target, he hurried over to the next bunker.

This coherent set of actions took only less than two seconds, enough to put all the snipers in the world to shame.

But just as he was about to stand up again, he felt a sharp, overwhelming pain stab his waist.

Abu’s eyes widened, and the searing pain was suddenly overcome by confusion and bewilderment as his knees gave way to onto the muddy ground.

Though his mind told him that he was in grave danger and should get to a safe place as quickly as possible, the harsh reality was that Abu had lost all sensation in his body. He couldn’t even lift a finger.

No one knew the power of a sniper rifle better than Abu, himself a sniper.

He had once landed headshot on a target two kilometers away with a sniper rifle. The poor guy’s head exploded like a watermelon. Abu didn’t even have to look down to know how bad his injury was. That shot had not only blasted a fist-sized blood hole in his body but had also severely shattered his spine.

He was on death’s waiting list, and very near the top at that.

Zhang Heng took his time retrieving the backpack he had used as bait.

Even though there wasn’t much aiming involved, Abu’s blind shot still managed to hit the backpack, and the Lego bricks inside it spilled all over the ground. It was a testament to the sniper he claimed to be, where such fine marksmans.h.i.+p could only be described as otherworldly.

Even Zhang Heng, an opponent, couldn’t help but put him in the highest regard. So, after he finished tending to his backpack, he walked to Abu’s body to bid him farewell for the last time.

Abu was losing blood fast. All too soon, he was at death’s door, falling in and out of consciousness. As Abu slipped further into the jaws of death, he gave a final look of reluctance but there was nothing he could do in the last moments of his life. His mind replayed the scene of the fight, confirming again that he hadn’t made any mistakes and had done everything he could. Alas, everything ended in such irony. Now he lay in the mud like a defeated dog.

Though he couldn’t speak, Zhang Heng knew what Abu was dying to ask. So, he reached into his pocket and showed the dying man the Filter Lens. A sudden burst of energy snapped Abu’s eyes open. Then, miraculously, as if regaining the confidence of the best sniper in the world, he croaked in a raspy voice, “You… you won, but I… didn’t lose?”