The Gun God Needs No Margin for Error
Xu Lingqu, in a white lab coat and psychiatrist's badge, guided her supercar around the corner with one hand on the wheel—this was some serious driver's skill...
[Oh my god, did I get the wrong script? I should've been an innocent little flower, being pursued by Lingqu, who looks like a playboy but is secretly a powerhouse...]
[Perfect timing—her passenger seat just happens to be occupied by Shen Shouli, who's all about looks and family background. Compared to Shen Shouli, who's playing the willful villainous second lead, she'd definitely prefer an innocent, unpretentious girl like you, right?]
The two up front looked like they'd overdosed on orange-juice novels.
[I can't believe this—we're in a life-or-death situation, and you're joking around?!?!]
...
The four in the VIP seats all straightened up at once.
"Gasoline—Xu Lingqu's about to go up in flames with these people. She's insane!" Jinfang Taibai stared in disbelief.
"There are 32 Dolanston people on this avenue right now, hunting her from both ends. If she really pulls this off, she and Shen Shouli will trade themselves for 32 Dolanston students, flipping the entire battle in one move." Li Muyi's face paled. "She's literally gambling with her life... betting that the remaining Moye students can hold off Dolanston's attacks after the second broadcast and win the match."
Guan Chuanjun's reaction was the exact opposite: "Is Shen Shouli even qualified to sit in that passenger seat? If he can't handle it, can I take his place?"
Gu Tingzhi stayed silent, his eyes glued to the screen.
After the gasoline drenched Bliwell Huabin Avenue, the Dolanston people reacted quickly.
Jia Xiangying shouted into the comms: "Their real target is blowing up Bliwell Huabin Avenue! Search the buildings along the avenue now—all pursuers and vehicles, stop immediately!"
She activated her ability with a cold expression.
The weather anchor announced: "Bliwell Huabin Avenue: heavy rain, three minutes."
A torrential downpour started, washing away the gasoline Lin Xiao had just transferred, carrying it toward the nearby sea.
In the rain, Dolanston's pursuers halted, and Xu Lingqu and Shen Shouli's supercar stopped as well.
The rain hammered down; neither spoke. Shen Shouli glanced at Xu Lingqu.
She was as calm as ever, no flicker of emotion on her face.
She opened up comms for everyone, letting them discuss strategies on their own. Once the rain washed Bliwell Huabin Avenue clean, they'd be back on their death-dash, waiting for the rest of Moye to come up with a plan.
The scene was now a mirror image of the final moments when Moye fought Shaji.
Shen Shouli and Xu Lingqu were stalling for time on Bliwell Huabin Avenue, waiting for everyone else at Moye to create an opening once more and successfully ignite the place.
This time, Xu Lingqu bore the resolve to live or die, placing unconditional trust in the rest of Moye Military Academy, racing toward the end of this road of death.
The gasoline was washed away by the storm, and the deadly pursuit on Bliwell Huabin Avenue resumed.
Dolanston's pincer was about to close—the car blocking from the opposite direction could already see the supercar carrying Xu Lingqu and Shen Shouli, about to intercept them, while Hei Yingzhi and his crew chased from behind.
And just then, rain fell on the avenue again—but not Jia Xiangying's rain. It was Jin's rain of cash.
He'd been preparing for this all along, having Lin Xiao bribe NPCs to haul gasoline from the station, barrel by barrel, and pour it over his mountain of bills at the vault.
They couldn't pinpoint exactly where on Bliwell Huabin Avenue the Dolanston people and Xu Lingqu's group were, so Jin laid gasoline-soaked cash across the entire avenue.
Jin—the black-hearted bank president of Sin City—had money to burn!
Meanwhile, the Dolanston people were sweeping the buildings around Bliwell Huabin Avenue. Under Xu Xiqin's counter-surveillance deployment, they successfully set up a sniper position in the building closest to Xu Lingqu and Shen Shouli's current location.
Wang Qihu drove up to the base of the building in his ability-enhanced vehicle, an electromagnetic supercar.
Jiang You's massive barrier was still up. Wang Qihu let out a furious roar and drove headlong into it without hesitation. Super-electromagnetic energy clashed with the energy barrier. The simulation map of Sin City only carried 50% pain sensation, yet Wang Qihu still endured tremendous agony, gripping the throttle lever and refusing to let go.
Thanks to his effort, Jiang You's barrier was torn open with a tiny gap. Even so, at the cost of Wang Qihu's life, he could only maintain it for three seconds. And the Dolanston people were about to arrive. Guan Zhongli and Xu Xiqin stood ready nearby to take over for Wang Qihu—their two lives would become Liu Zheng's margin for error.
Such a tiny gap meant the bullet had to pass through with perfect precision, and the height and angle were nearly impossible to manage. One slight deviation, and the bullet wouldn't land on Bliwell Huabin Avenue.
This was the hardest spot to snipe from, and therefore the last place Dolanston checked.
Liu Zheng didn't have a sniper rifle. She only had a GF-60 police handgun.
The moment Wang Qihu tore open that tiny gap, Liu Zheng didn't hesitate at all. She raised her hand and fired—the incendiary bullet passed through the gap with pinpoint precision and detonated on Bliwell Huabin Avenue. In an instant, a fireball like a dragon of flame rose along the entire avenue, swallowing everything in its path.
Liu Zheng, the Gun God, needed no margin for error!
And Xu Lingqu and Shen Shouli's supercar escaped the blaze. Because the moment the cash fell, Xu Lingqu had already yanked the wheel and slammed into the guardrail. Just as the fire dragon engulfed Bliwell Huabin Avenue, half the supercar's body aflame, it flew off the avenue and hurtled toward the sea beside it.
All of this happened within ten seconds after the rain stopped.
Jia Xiangying watched Bliwell Huabin Avenue explode outside the window. The blast wave even slammed into the top floor of the News Building.
She stood unmoving. The pen she'd been gripping tightly in her hand dropped to the floor.
Xu Lingqu had gambled her life against her—and Xu Lingqu had won.