[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens":3,"chapter-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-60":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Warhammer to Raid the All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2277833,4456,"Chapter 60","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-60",60,"\u003Cp>When accepting the assassination contract, Target Eye was confident, believing it posed no difficulty whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, how could a pampered playboy—even if exceptionally talented—possibly block a 7.62-millimeter sniper round?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the hero rumored to have rescued Tony from the Ten Rings, Alvin Walrus was even less of a concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, adhering to the professional assassin’s code, Target Eye still did not underestimate his target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose a sniper position roughly one hundred fifty meters in a straight line from the villa, backed by mountain rocks for cover, with the sea behind him for a quick escape if things went wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The AWM sniper rifle was set up; through the scope, he could clearly see the three people inside the villa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Target Eye was born with near-deranged accuracy; at one hundred fifty meters, even a toothpick he threw would strike an enemy’s vital point, let alone a gun in his hands?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something had deviated slightly from his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman’s reaction speed was astonishing—she seemed to instinctively sense the killing intent, allowing one of the targets, Alvin, to dodge the first bullet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Interesting. That woman’s perception is sharp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Target Eye pressed his eye to the scope, a faint smile curling his lips; his composure remained untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a professional assassin; one failed shot meant nothing. On the contrary, the target’s acute awareness filled him with the pleasure of a cat playing with a mouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s it—run like a mouse, run as much as you want.” He excelled at this cat-and-mouse game, especially when slowly squeezing their survival space until hope was crushed beneath his heel, then savoring their expressions of terror—only then could his twisted desires be satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the target named “Alvin” suddenly stood up from the ground, calm and composed, brushing dust off his clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s action darkened Target Eye’s gaze; his earlier delight was slightly spoiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Playing tough with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sneered, aimed at Alvin’s forehead, and pulled the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke rose from the muzzle; a bullet was propelled by gunpowder along a precisely calculated trajectory, destined to pierce Alvin’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a sight that left Target Eye dumbfounded appeared!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullet, mere inches from Alvin, seemed influenced by some unseen force—its speed gradually diminished until it halted completely, floating motionless in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Psychic ability?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Target Eye’s pupils shrank; he immediately sensed danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah’s dossier never mentioned this kid had “psychic abilities.” That damn fat pig had lied to him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, Target Eye’s mind did not immediately flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He locked his scope on Alvin, preparing to fire again—when he saw Alvin tap the bullet’s base with his index finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is he doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thought briefly filled his mind—then he suddenly sensed an unprecedented, bone-chilling danger!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His survival as a professional assassin did not stem from perfect aim, but from an instinctive sensitivity to danger—like animals sensing impending disaster before it strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, that icy, piercing dread plunged Target Eye into the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Run!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Target Eye abandoned the mission without hesitation, sprinting at his fastest speed toward the cliff to leap into the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the instant he turned, a piercing shriek tore through the air!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound roared like a shell exploding; with the corner of his eye, Target Eye saw a blazing red meteor, trailing layers of supersonic shockwaves, slam into his sniper position!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ten-meter radius erupted in churning shockwaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The solid rock wall was blasted into a deep crater; shattered stones flew everywhere, dust swirling into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Target Eye was flung backward by the violent blast, crashing hard against the cliffside!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This... is a bullet?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact nearly knocked him unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ears were temporarily deaf, ringing with a buzz; blood streamed from his nose and mouth from the explosion’s shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not been certain he’d just seen a 7.62-millimeter sniper round, he’d have sworn he’d been hit point-blank by a 100-millimeter main battle tank cannon!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Target Eye’s mind went blank—he hadn’t fully regained his senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dude, a 7.62-millimeter bullet can’t possibly generate the power of a 100-millimeter artillery shell—you’re a walking main battle tank?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, I reacted fast and got clear of the blast zone—if not, I’d be in pieces right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can’t do this. Goodbye. See you never.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he recovered from the dizziness of the explosion, Target Eye didn’t dare pause a second—he sprinted for the sea like his life depended on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn Obadiah!” he cursed the fat pig for failing to investigate the intel properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell does “a slightly powerful kid” even mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy is a walking main battle tank—one bullet nearly sent him to God!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How much do I get paid per month? How many lives do I have to waste on this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mission, assassin honor, professional duty—all of it was tossed aside by Target Eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t care if Obadiah lived or died; if that kid fired another shot, he’d be dead for sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now you think of running? Too late!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing Target Eye’s intent to flee, Alvin’s temper flared—he launched himself into the air using psychic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The psychic shockwave swept through the living room like a tangible force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they looked again, Alvin had become a streak of light, hurtling toward the sniper’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gulp!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the silent living room, staring at the wreckage and the massive hole blasted into the wall by the suspected “bullet,” both remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Widow and Tony exchanged glances, seeing shock in each other’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After half a second of silence, Tony’s eyebrow twitched as he asked: “If I didn’t imagine it, did he just turn a bullet into a main battle tank shell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seems... like it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black Widow swallowed hard, her heart churning with turmoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she knew Alvin could manipulate objects, she never imagined he could make a bullet inflict such terrifying damage!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank God S.H.I.E.L.D. never clashed with this guy—she couldn’t bear to imagine what would’ve happened otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to Black Widow and tossed out: “Watch over Tony—I’ll be right back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internally cursing Obadiah, Target Eye summoned every ounce of strength and leaped from the cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though a killer, his physical prowess was formidable—equal to an Olympic champion’s strength and speed; if he reached the sea, he’d escape!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fate refused to cooperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Target Eye reached midair, his form perfectly graceful, even his water-entry posture perfected—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a force seized his ankle, leaving him comically frozen, suspended less than a meter above the ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confused, Target Eye hadn’t processed what happened when an irresistible force yanked his ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, he was hoisted like a fish on a hook, flung upward, arced through the air, and slammed hard against the cliffside!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This violent impact nearly knocked him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a dead fish pinned to the rock, had his bones not been infused with adamantium, he’d have been reduced to pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, the shock shattered his internal organs; blood poured from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth; his vision blurred crimson, the world indistinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where is Pepper Potts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin stood on Target Eye’s chest, coldly demanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough... cough...” Target Eye, battered and broken, spat blood mixed with shattered organs, barely clinging to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still laughed wildly, glaring at Alvin with a grotesque grin: “Want to know? Kneel and beg me, hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Target Eye cherished life, he was fundamentally a complete lunatic, born with mental instability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Alvin’s interrogation, he didn’t fear him—he laughed uproariously, fixing Alvin with bloodshot, monstrous eyes: “Want to know? Kneel and beg me, hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect. I love when you don’t cooperate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the still-provocative Target Eye, Alvin smiled genuinely, caressing his face and whispering softly: “I hope your mouth is as tough as your adamantium bones, Mr. Lester~ Don’t you dare give up.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1305,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f5b1eb7fd083e6b14e3b261c2cd3f93ef0875cbc3139a2a0e6152dfa2f3216cb","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-61","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-59",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]