Lin Xinghai injured the Hunter with a single shot, causing its Speed to plummet. In the eyes of the others, he had already completed the mission perfectly.
However, for Lin Xinghai, this wasnât enough.
He had said before that he was going for a decisive kill.
So after that one shot, the Mecha, which had already been building up power, instantly boosted its output to 100%. At the same time, his Superpower erupted, and the Mecha turned into a bolt of metallic lightning, shooting forward in an instant.
Why had Lin Xinghai previously told everyone to force the Hunter into a 20-meter range?
Because at that distance, he could catch up to the Hunter with his Speed alone, even without firing a shot.
As long as he could catch it, the Hunterâs fragile little body wasnât much tougher than a High Level Zombie in front of a Mecha.
Now, the Hunter was severely wounded in its right shoulder, its Speed reduced by nearly a quarter.
Under these circumstances, Lin Xinghai didnât even need to use his full power. He just increased his Mechaâs Speed to 2000 points, instantly caught up to his target, and thrust out with Mjolnir.
Even though the Hunter did its best to dodge, how could it possibly escape when it was injured and its Speed was so drastically reduced?
SQUELCH!
The tip of the spear pierced through its back and exited its chest, pinning it to the ground on the spot.
CRUNCH!
The next moment, the Speed Mechaâs Alloy foot came down, crushing the Hunterâs head into a pulp.
Dead?
Tang Zhuofei and the others hadnât snapped out of it yet.
They wouldnât have been surprised if Lin Xinghai had merely injured the Hunter with his Gun Technique.
They could have even accepted it if he had killed the Hunter with an Electromagnetic Railgun.
But the problem was that Lin Xinghai had relied on his absolute Speed to chase down the Hunter, pin it to the ground, and stomp it to death. This was what they found hard to accept.
It was completely beyond their comprehension.
If the Mechaâs system hadnât recorded the Speed Lin Xinghai had just unleashed, and if the Hunterâs corpse wasnât lying on the ground, they would have suspected their eyes were playing tricks on them.
After all, in everyoneâs mind, Lin Xinghai was a Divine Sharpshooter with outstanding Gun Technique. He was supposed to be the one they protected, dealing damage from a safe environment.
But who would have thought that he would be so terrifying in close-quarters Mecha combat?
Putting aside everything else, that burst of Speed alone was enough to make him invincible.
"The real trouble is coming," Lin Xinghai said, breaking the strange silence and snapping everyone back to their senses.
When they looked up, they saw that the Death Claw had unknowingly closed in to within 200 meters of the convoy. If they had been any slower in dealing with the Hunter, they would have been in real danger.
But the current situation was still grim. After all, the Death Claw was the biggest threat, and there was also a Spitter eyeing them covetously from a distance.
To deal with the Hunterâs surprise attack earlier, they had mainly relied on the three Divine Sharpshooters, including Tang Zhuofei, while the others focused on intercepting the Spitterâs venom.
But now, it was impossible for them to continue using this strategy.
Doing so would be suicide; a Death Claw couldnât be held back by just a few Mechas.
The problem now was that the Spitterâs venom attacks were too frequent. Perfectly defending against all the venom would require at least 10 Mechas.
But if they did that, there wouldnât be enough Mechas to deal with the Death Claw.
On the other hand, if they used a smaller number of Mechas to block the Spitterâs venom, they could only hold out for a short time by relying on Micro Missiles.
But the number of Micro Missiles was limited. If they couldnât take out the Death Claw quickly, they would lose the initiative.
"Do you have any suggestions?" Qin Wenboâs voice came over the communication channel.
"I think we should eliminate the Spitter as soon as possible, but we canât divert too many people to do it."
"So, I suggest that you, me, and Brother Lin form a small team to carry out a decapitation strike. The others will hold off the Death Claw. As long as they can hold out until we get back, we should be able to win," Song Yao said.
"That..." Qin Wenboâs first reaction was to refuse. âThe difficulty is too high.â
After all, they would have to kill a Spitter in the middle of a Zombie horde. That was like taking an enemy generalâs head from within an army of ten thousand. Under normal circumstances, how could three Mechas possibly accomplish such a feat?
But he quickly remembered that neither Song Yao nor Lin Xinghai were ordinary people.
The former was a Blood Qi Realm expert. Although a Blood Qi Realm expert didnât get any kind of power boost when piloting a Mecha, the biggest difference between them and others was their ability to use Blood Qi Power.
From what he knew, it was an offensive tool no less powerful than a Rare Superpower. What was even more terrifying was that it didnât conflict with oneâs own Superpower. If the two were used in combination, the resulting combat power was something the Optimized simply couldnât compare to.
Whatâs more, besides Song Yao, there was also an explosive agility-type like Lin Xinghai.
Although they didnât know what kind of Superpower Lin Xinghai possessed that allowed his Mecha to unleash Speed on par with a Hunter, there was no doubt that in a decapitation mission like this, possessing such Speed meant that if they could just create an opening for Lin Xinghai, the probability of him assassinating a Spitter with its low Defense Power was very high.
So, while sending three Mechas to kill the Spitter seemed a bit reckless, its feasibility wasnât low at all.
After analyzing the pros and cons, just as Qin Wenbo was about to nod in agreement, he heard Lin Xinghaiâs voice on the communication channel.
"No need for all that trouble. Iâll go take care of the Spitter. You all stay here and watch for any unexpected developments. I have a bad feeling about this; the coordination between these Mutated Zombies probably isnât this simple."
Song Yao: "..."
Qin Wenbo: "..."
Both of them had actually felt that the previous proposal was already very aggressive, even risky.
But they never expected that Lin Xinghai would want to go and complete it all by himself.
They both wanted to voice their doubts, but hearing the confidence in Lin Xinghaiâs voice and recalling the swift, fierce shot that had killed the Hunter, they swallowed all their objections.
They had to admit that Lin Xinghai might actually be able to do it. And with his Speed, they might even just be a burden.
"Then you must be careful. If it proves impossible, pull back immediately. Your abilities will be of even greater use when we inevitably fight the Morgan Conglomerateâs Mechas," Song Yao said in a low voice.
Even he, a Blood Movement Realm expert, couldnât compare to the Speed Lin Xinghai unleashed. After all, the Mechaâs performance was a hard limit; you couldnât just improve it because you wanted to.
With such Speed, combined with Mjolnir, one of the strongest melee weapons, how could Song Yao not understand what a terrifying role this combination could play in Mecha combat? It was even possible that Lin Xinghaiâs effectiveness could surpass his own, a Blood Qi Realm expert.
"Donât worry!"
Lin Xinghai replied with two simple words, then piloted his Mecha straight out, crashing into the dense Zombie horde.
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Thank you everyone for your concern. My daughter had a blood test today. If everything is fine, she should be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.
Once Iâm home, Iâll catch up on the last few daysâ updates as soon as possible.