Chapter 387 - 359: The Impatient Sniper’s End

[Name: Transformable Arm Type 2]

[Description: A newly upgraded version using special alloy. In addition to two powerful arms for stabilizing movement, it features a newly added arm with a special power supply circuit.]

[Function Arm adopts designs from various electromagnetic weapons such as Achilles, RT-46 Storm, and raccoon dog, and uses the Centaur Mecha Particle Cannon’s design, allowing the arm to transform into an exaggeratedly long Electromagnetic Sniper Cannon when locked in.]

[Developer: Lille]

[Reward Technology Points: 500]

[Current Technology Points: 9000]

The last Octopus Arm was a newly added functional arm by Lille on this occasion. The seemingly boneless Octopus Arm firmly locked onto the enemy’s location area.

Soon, the Octopus Arm underwent precise and complex transformations. In the structure of just over two meters, hundreds of micro gears started to turn, motor-driven bionic hydraulic joints...

Like a meticulous clock, they expanded, rotated, and finally interlocked, producing crisp snapping sounds. This sound, combined with the motor’s hum and the rain’s patter, created a peculiar symphony.

Ultimately, the finely armored plates on the mechanical arm locked simultaneously—

Click!

This was a barrel, a 1.5-meter long ultra-long barrel, also a marvel of gun engineering:

The flexible arm had countless gaps, and numerous gaps meant that such a design was difficult to become a barrel.

Only the internal structure of Dr. Otto’s near-absolute flexible Octopus Arm could achieve such transformation.

Lille detached two fuel tanks from his side and placed them on the ground, simultaneously pulling out high-spec power cords and a biological energy conversion device from the toolbox.

This was a passive power generation system similar to an exoskeleton, equipped on the arm, using the most primitive kinetic energy conversion system to convert excess biological energy into electrical energy.

Under the highest level of magnetic force, only those who activated the berserk component could bend their arms while wearing this system.

Ethanol-2 fuel burned fiercely, the mini engine roared, converting thermal energy into electrical energy, climbing step by step along the barrel’s fine electromagnetic coils, ready to be unleashed—

Awaiting a moment, a command.

[Little Octopus: Big brother, ready!]

Lille waited for a more definitive sniper target to appear, and that moment soon arrived—

The excess drug effects would spread to other body parts, those uninjured areas, with cells differentiating toward transgenic lizards.

Neuro-reconstruction completed, making the eyes the second mutated organ.

A new structure suddenly appeared in his eyes, called the nictitating membrane, which could lubricate the eyes without blinking.

At the instant the nictitating membrane crossed the eyeball, the vertical pupils began to mutate rapidly, with sensitivity to heat spiking dramatically, almost rivaling the top thermal imaging equipment in the world!

In the dark night, the heat from the supersonic sniper rifle’s shot was like the sun!

Then it was his arm, with dense green scales emerging...

Lille forcefully pulled his right hand, like pulling an invisible trigger—

The berserk extra electric energy fed into the chamber, a meticulously crafted electromagnetic bullet slid into the track, the electromagnetic coils charged instantly, the powerful electromagnetic force like an invisible hand, propelling the bullet out of the chamber!

An electric arc flashed through the night sky!

The sonic boom brought by supersonic speed echoed through the sky, but there were no flames or dense smoke, only the escaping electrons carried by the bullet, slicing through the night sky like lightning!

Deadly, and beautiful!

...

At the sniper point, a huge man lay beside the wall, with two oversized bipods behind his supersonic sniper rifle.

These bipods were equipped with simple AI, which could automatically deploy to the ground based on shooting posture and terrain, assisting in controlling recoil, looking like the rifle had its own exoskeleton.

This design was necessary because the recoil generated when firing this rifle was beyond human control.

According to test performance, if the designer lacked any recoil control-enhancing prosthetics, a single shot would shatter all his ribs and turn his internal organs into pulp.

However, such a monstrous weapon didn’t necessarily mean accuracy—

At least this sniper missed all three shots.

Before pulling the trigger for the first time, he was confident, but the heavy rain fell.

Fortunately, although the shot missed, the impact point indicated that the range had not decreased.

After pulling the trigger the second time, he felt heavy-hearted, and by the third shot, the torrential rain had almost obscured the target’s position!

The prosthetics controlled his brain’s hormone secretion, trained him to maintain peace of mind, but objectively...

In such an environment, achieving a successful sniper shot at 6000 meters was almost an impossible task!

The flickering flames and the Sergeant’s flickering figure were great news: the enemy had no intention of retreating!

He took a deep breath, preparing to try again—

He had a premonition, this time would hit.

His heartbeat began to slow, blood flow began to slow, all under the control of the prosthetics.

All minor influences would be eliminated, before firing, he would turn into a machine...

A shooting machine!

Bang!

The concrete beside him suddenly exploded, a bullet penetrated the wall!

Debris hit his body, while the bullet grazed his lower back!

Though it only slightly brushed, the kinetic energy still created a tremendous shockwave through his skin, which might not damage his mechanical internal organs but was sufficient to disrupt his soft tissue and fluids!

The shockwave completely disrupted his sniping state, and the thermal energy from the bullet’s friction tore his skin!

Tension sent his brain into overload, nearly bursting his aorta with a sudden spike in blood pressure!

In a moment of daze, he glimpsed his great-grandmother...

"Enemy attack!"

Like a tense string, the sniper’s shot broke his release, making him jump up!

Bang!

The second shot did not miss!

The bullet hit his left leg, blasting it wide open in violent force!

His sniping range was 6000 meters, but Lille’s sniping range was only 1200 meters!

Realizing he had lost a leg, he snapped out of his tension, no longer caring about the rifle, decisively turning his gaze toward the half-covered concrete room behind him.

But deep down, he knew:

In such a sniper battle, getting hit by the enemy meant he already lost, and lost badly—

He didn’t even know where the enemy was shooting from!

He couldn’t escape!

Despair was instinctual, escape was instinctual, he was just getting his other leg up when the third bullet arrived as expected.

The third bullet didn’t hit him, but the concrete above, spattering fragments onto his face.

He propped himself on all fours, planning a pounce...

Bang!

The fourth shot hit him again, this time in the left chest.

The immense force flipped him over, foiling his escape plan.

A huge hole was blown in his chest, completely destroying one lung, halting some internal organs as well.

Blood and synthetic fluids poured uncontrollably, just as he glimpsed the bullet hole it came through.

But consciousness was already drifting away.

He had lost—

"Make an unprecedented sniping record," he accepted the weapon and mission with this in mind.

But he didn’t achieve it.

Thinking back now, if he hadn’t fired at the Dewdrop Motel, maybe he wouldn’t have been so guarded?

Too impatient...

But how could he not be? Who knew what he thought in his final moments.

He lost.