Chapter 145: Heat Tracking System

In the training field.

"Liu Xiaotian! This won't do, you can't hold out long against that wall behind you!" Cha Cai shouted loudly at Liu Xiaotian.

If it weren't too far away, Liu Xiaotian would have gone up and kicked her.

Do I even need you to say that? In less than a minute, at least three or four bullets have already come through the wall.

If he hadn't constantly been changing position, he would probably be down by now.

Moreover, Liu Xiaotian also discovered that the gun aimed at him was always tracking him; when he changed position, the bullets would follow right after, as if they wouldn't stop until they killed him on the spot.

The red 'Warning' characters in front of him kept flashing, but Liu Xiaotian no longer had the mood to look.

At the same time, realizing his method worked, a hint of joy flashed across Liu Xiaotian's face; his feet began moving, he went all the way to the side, his gun-holding hand and head pressed to the ground as he peeked out from cover, and simultaneously pulled the trigger.

In one, one look`none, one wrong version%！'

This time, just one shot, and that mechanical arm drooped down.

Immediately, he quickly took off his outer clothing and bulletproof vest, removed his undershirt, and flung it out toward the outside of cover.

Anyway, there are only two bright red 'Warnings', what's there to see? As for the gun's position, it's been 'putt-putt' for over a minute; if Liu Xiaotian still can't roughly tell where the shots are coming from, then dying here today would be completely justified.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, the system is probably not to be relied upon; this thing fundamentally has no intention of lending a hand, and even the voice prompt function of 'Jiaweis' seems to have been turned off, so he can only rely on himself now.

His idea is that in such a building, satellite surveillance would definitely be useless, you can't see anything; as for the ground surveillance inside, he's already observed it, and his current position is completely a blind spot, basically invisible.

This kid, his brain circuitry seems not quite the same as a normal person's, huh?

What's the use of just warning about danger? Not to mention lacking position info, even if there were, he wouldn't dare to peek out and shoot while bullets are flying! This isn't a joke; if he really got hit by a bullet, not only would he be unable to continue the training, he might not even make it back alive.

At this point, Cha Cai is actually worrying about damaging the 'training equipment', rather than being glad he escaped death?

Otherwise, after graduating and going on missions, he'd be taken out by opponents in a few moves and killed on the spot; if that got out, it wouldn't just tarnish Warrior School's signboard, it'd also be a disgrace to the term 'special forces'! The facts prove Liu Xiaotian's guess was correct.

Cha Cai peeked out to look at Liu Xiaotian's 'combat record', his face somewhat grim as he said:

The control system of that gun indeed uses heat-tracking shooting; after Liu Xiaotian tossed that undershirt out, the gunfire paused briefly, then it chose to fire at that undershirt still airborne.

The wall behind him trembled under the frenzied barrage of bullets; anyone could see that this wall, built for training, holding up to now is already not bad.

As for whether it works, he has no confidence at all, but compared to just hunkering down here and toughing it out, giving it a try is always better; who knows, it might succeed.

"This is combat training, we're using live ammo, damage is normal, don't worry, I'll take responsibility for any trouble!" Liu Xiaotian threw out those words, then immediately turned around, intending to retreat outside this two-story small building.

Fortunately, Liu Xiaotian succeeded.

The undershirt just taken off definitely still carries body heat, and for at least three to five seconds it can basically maintain a temperature close to body temperature.

At the same time, he gripped his gun tightly. Two consecutive shots, both precise hits, the mechanical arm controlling that rifle was struck by bullets, bursting into sparks, thoroughly declaring it scrapped.

In desperation, he came up with a plan.

Liu Xiaotian doesn't know whether the system is doing this on purpose; he only knows that if he keeps hiding like this, his life will basically be forfeited here today.

To ensure a precise hit, Liu Xiaotian fired two shots in succession before quickly retreating to cover.

Now, he simply dare not look at the three-dimensional image in front of him.

It's not that he doesn't want to fire a third shot or more to ensure a hit; rather, there's still another gun! Although that gun is currently aimed at Cha Cai's position, what if it suddenly turns toward him? For Liu Xiaotian now, time is absolutely not money, but life!

As long as the gun aimed at him has a two-second judgment error, he's confident he can knock it out!

But just as he stepped out, he stopped again.

Liu Xiaotian really feels a bit frustrated, like wishing iron could become steel.

"This looks like more trouble again; as far as I know, this kind of mechanical arm probably doesn't come cheap..."

Even if it's just 0.5 seconds, his head could turn into a rotten watermelon.

But that gun muzzle has consistently been able to lock onto his position, indicating it's very likely heat tracking.

To be precise, he also learned this from those TV dramas and movies he watched before.

Or perhaps this is also the fundamental difference between soldiers of nations with different strengths?

As that saying goes: before a life-or-death crisis, no one knows how great a person's potential truly is.

After all, it's just for training; could it really be built to the standard of a safe house? People are like that: when they have something to rely on, they subconsciously choose to rely on external help to accomplish what they want to do.

In that case, even if the system could be considered in control, this already-scrapped mechanical arm couldn't possibly raise its gun barrel.

After successfully taking out the first mechanical arm, Liu Xiaotian didn't waste a moment, immediately shifted position, then quickly aimed at the rifle that had kept Cha Cai completely unable to lift his head.

Because he thought of a problem: if the frantic shooting of those two guns at him and Cha Cai earlier was really someone controlling it, then if he and Cha Cai went out now, wouldn't they be exposed to satellite surveillance? Although Warrior School has related protective systems, if that kind of situation could happen, what couldn't? Thinking this, he pulled back the foot he had stepped out, turned his head, and said solemnly to Cha Cai: 'From now on, when choosing cover, you must also be careful; in my view, what just happened shouldn't be a coincidence!'

If it really is heat-tracking equipment, it will definitely be affected to some extent.

This also happens to save some face for the 'special forces' title, and also save some face for Warrior School.

Cha Cai nodded, without speaking.

That's right, what he just said does sound a bit unintelligent, but that's just an unconscious reaction.

Now hearing Liu Xiaotian say that, Cha Cai immediately thought of what happened yesterday.

Immediately he made the judgment: inside Warrior School, there must be accomplices of the Scorpion...

(End of chapter)