Chapter 1811

This is the most precious thing a sniper has!

Unfortunately, the sniper had no idea that the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi, had not chosen to break out, but was continuing to run along this road.

At this moment, he must minimize his encounters with these snipers!

In this dense forest environment, the advantage held by snipers is far too obvious—even if their marksmanship is terrible, they can still achieve precise hits!

"Damn bastard!" the sniper cursed, then swiftly swapped out the magazine!

The Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi, was also running, but after hearing the radio message, he stopped in his tracks.

"I've already found your hiding spot. If I were you, I wouldn't stay put—I'd flee a thousand li away, at least securing my safety first, or everything's over." The Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi, called out from afar.

He didn't know whether the opponent was a lone sniper, but if that was indeed the intent, he had to alter his route.

After all, if he failed to break out this time, the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi, might never find another chance to counterattack.

"I don't believe you can hear my sniper rifle," the sniper said.

His voice was hoarse, as if each word cost him immense effort, like cotton stuffing clogging his throat, and as he spoke, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"That's not the issue," said the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi, placing his left shoulder against the car roof—his left shoulder was pierced by a bullet!

Yet the pain from this wound seemed far weaker than the one caused by the sniper bullet earlier—this must be the effect of the inherited blood.

In truth, this shot posed no real threat to the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi's life—he was precisely relying on the inherited blood's extraordinary regenerative power to endure such attacks!

Of course, under these conditions, the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi needed to expend even more physical strength!

"Is this someone from the Huaxia martial world?" The Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi frowned.

If this were an enemy, he could shoot him dead without hesitation—but… this sniper's voice sounded unmistakably familiar to the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi.

"I'm not from the Huaxia martial world. I'm here to take your life," the sniper said in a low, suppressed tone.

The Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi chuckled: "Oh? Then tell me—why do you want to kill me?"

"For money," the sniper said plainly, four words.

"You've lost your honor," the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi sneered.

"Money is better than losing your life, isn't it?" the sniper said coldly.

"I advise you not to try. I don't believe you can take this money from me," the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi sneered.

"Heh, I won't give you any hope of survival," the sniper said. "We'll make you die without a grave!"

"You'll never reach that goal in your lifetime," said the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi, then suddenly waved his hand—and boom! A shot rang out!

The sniper's head was blown clean off!

The sniper didn't even understand what happened before he tumbled straight off the car roof!

The Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi squinted, glanced at his left shoulder, then picked up the sniper rifle, inspected it carefully, and found the shell undamaged—he slipped it into his pocket.

He slung the sniper rifle over his back and stood up.

At this moment, the three cars were less than five meters away.

"What I want to know is—who sent you?" the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi said coldly.

His eyes narrowed, his aura surging like a beast about to pounce!

Yet before the headlights drew closer, a burst of flame suddenly erupted!

It was a mortar shell!

"Ares' people?" The Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi squinted. "You fools—I knew you wouldn't let this go!"

Then he kicked off with both legs, leaping into the air, flipping twice over a row of wrecked cars, and landing in the jungle!

"Chase him!"

The drivers of the cars shouted in unison!

The cars floored the accelerator, racing toward where the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi had vanished!

This time, they were determined to kill Apollo—otherwise, they could never appease the wrath within the Atlantis family!

After leaping for over ten seconds, the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi heard the screech of emergency brakes in the distance!

Hmm—they were just a beat too slow, only managing to stop the cars!

"Damn bastard!" the men cursed in unison!

Although the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi had dodged the mortar shell, the enemy convoy had now surrounded him completely!

And at this moment, the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi was still lying on the ground.

His right ankle bore a large abrasion—skin torn, blood staining his pant leg.

"What are you waiting for? Get out and support!" Suddenly, a long gun extended from a military truck.

It was a sniper rifle!

A sniper bullet instantly crossed hundreds of meters, pierced the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi's pant leg, and buried itself in the soil!

This was no deliberate miss—if the sniper had wanted to kill him, he could have done so with one shot!

"Damn it! Even this can't kill him!" the sniper roared in fury!

Under these circumstances, he knew he had no chance of capturing the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi alive today.

This cunning bastard, the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society, Ximen Wudi, had anticipated they'd ambush him under cover of night.