In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
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"A-Class experts have no way to deal with sniper rifles?" Qing Chen felt puzzled.
"It's not that they have no way to deal with sniper rifles, but that they are helpless against a few sharpshooters," Lao Liu explained, "Once Transcendents reach A-Class, they develop a sixth sense. Within 1600 meters, if someone aims a gun at them or watches them with malicious intent, they can sense it."
Therefore, if a sharpshooter aims within 1600 meters, they will be detected by an A-Class expert.
Just casting a malicious glance at someone in a crowd can alert them.
This powerful sixth sense is terrifying; it seems to transcend the realm of ordinary humans.
Wait, Qing Chen recalled something.
In the early days after crossing over, there had been a frightened junior named Huang Jixian in Prison No. 18. When he had gone to look for clues outside Zheng Yuandong's residential area, just by casting a similar glance, Zheng Yuandong had immediately turned his head to look at him.