Chapter 88 Disaster Strikes_3

Moreover, the company's smart bullets were fairly high-end this time; the tracking heads could follow infrared scans and track signals, specifically targeting mercenaries like you, wearing prosthetic military gear. So as long as there was a general direction, it was fine to spray wildly with the smart rifle—the system would automatically calibrate the trajectory, with guided controls at the end of the bullet, truly resulting in a random killing spree.

Though the complex three-dimensional terrain of Heavenly Dragon Stronghold often led to people popping out of alleys, secret passages, windows, trash cans, sewers, and other nooks to take potshots at Li Pan, to be honest, most of them untrained, hardly anyone beyond twenty steps could aim properly. Now and then, a stray bullet would fly towards his chest, only to ping off the SBS armor, not to mention penetrating Li Pan's formal wear and level five armor.