Chapter 172: Hunter and Prey
Li Qing did not hear the sound of the grenade hitting the ground as he expected.
At the same time, the mixed smell of metal and gunpowder was getting closer and closer to him, as if it would pounce on him in the next second.
"What's going on?"
Li Qing subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
So he struggled to turn his heavy and stiff pig head and looked behind him with his now highly myopic eyes:
I saw a small, blurry black shadow making a nearly 90-degree right-angle turn in the air in a strange posture, and then it attacked Li Qing's body straight from behind.
"This... 'Sexy Grenade'?!"
Looking at this automatically tracking black shadow, Li Qing's pig face covered with white hair suddenly became extremely stiff.
He hurriedly exerted all his strength and ran away as fast as he could.
The grenade was like a nightmare that could never be escaped. The faster Li Qing ran, the faster it flew.
Finally, after a short flight, the grenade quickly flew in front of Li Qing and gently hit his left front leg.
boom!
The delayed fuse detonated the explosive and the grenade exploded in a flash of fire.
This ball of sparks bloomed very close to Li Qing, and the released high-pressure air wave actually blew his 300-pound body away in one fell swoop.
Fortunately, after he turned into a pig, his other attributes were greatly weakened, but his "armor" was strengthened instead.
The fat body became the perfect buffer zone to withstand the impact of the explosion , and the thick pig skin and hard ribs became the best shield to block metal fragments.
Li Qing was knocked to the ground by the grenade at close range and only lost about 20% of his health.
“It’s alright…”
"Sure enough, the Director's ability only changed his body. He can even continue to use his 'Stand Ability'."
Looking at Li Qing's "unharmed" body and the blood bar that was always floating above Li Qing's head, Thomas' expression became more and more nervous.
He was now wearing an orange transparent eyepiece on his head, a solid bulletproof vest on his body, a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, a row of 12-gauge shotgun shells hanging around his waist, and three unused time-delay grenades.
And Li Qing is just a 300-pound pig.
No matter how you look at it, Thomas is now the hunter, and Li Qing is the pig to be slaughtered.
But Thomas was nervous.
Although he has a Stand ability that is very suitable for combat, he is indeed not good at fighting and is unwilling to fight.
If his supervisor hadn't forced him, he wouldn't have wanted to take the risk and fight a battle that didn't belong to him.
Because he is not a gangster, but an honest, clean and highly educated white-collar worker.
He was completely foolishly deceived by the so-called high salary and good benefits in the recruitment advertisement, so that he was half-tricked and half-tricked by the mafia who disguised themselves as a serious HR but were actually ruthless and ruthless to this pig farm, to serve as a technician to maintain the passion organization's intranet and manage the organization's intelligence.
If Thomas had not awakened his Stand ability by chance and gained the status of a formal member, his situation would definitely be a hundred times worse than it is now.
Because in this pig farm, technicians as ordinary people are simply slaves:
The working environment is extremely harsh, with no sunlight for 24 hours, unlimited overtime for 365 days a year, no holidays or rest, and in order to maintain confidentiality they are not allowed to contact the outside world, and are not allowed to step out of the pig farm.
If anyone had any objections, the supervisor would personally send him to the pigsty.
“Damn it…”
"If only I hadn't been fooled in the first place."
Even though he was on the front line of the war, Thomas was distracted and thinking about other places.
"Why are you standing there? You're fighting now!"
The supervisor's extremely angry roar came from the wireless headset.
He was stunned for only a second before his boss's murderous warning reached his ears:
"Thomas..."
"Come on, you pig!"
"The miscellaneous soldiers I sent out can only barely delay Bucciarati and his men. If you let Li Qing successfully reunite with his companions... you know the consequences."
Although the supervisor himself was still hiding in the secret machine room, just hearing that voice made Thomas break out in a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
This pig farm is a substitute for the supervisor.
There are special surveillance cameras everywhere inside, and the surveillance images are directly connected to the supervisor's thoughts. Nothing that happens in the pig farm escapes the supervisor's eyes.
Thomas's "slacking off" behavior just now was naturally seen by the supervisor from afar.
This is a very dangerous thing.
If you are caught slacking off in this pig farm, what will be deducted is not your salary, but your qualification to survive as a human being.
"I see."
Once again, he habitually endured the humiliation of being treated like a pig or a dog.
"I will definitely...be obedient."
Thomas said this through gritted teeth.
As he said that, he quickly raised the shotgun in his hand and pulled the trigger at Li Qing who had just stood up from the aftermath of the explosion.
Bang!
There was a thunderous sound from the muzzle of the gun.
Li Qing's pig ears couldn't help but tremble violently.
He heard the gunshot and immediately dodged to the side in panic.
But this doesn't have any effect.
The two No. 12 shotgun shells fired from the two thick barrels scattered a total of 16 metal bullets. Like the previous grenades, they also flew towards Li Qing at a high speed like automatic tracking missiles.
Compared with grenades, they are hundreds of times faster.
It was impossible to dodge. These 16 small projectiles drew simple arcs in the air at a rapid speed, and hit Li Qing's left front leg joint at the next moment.
Li Qing's health suddenly dropped again.
Although he would not be injured, the huge kinetic energy carried by these metal projectiles hit his leg joints without reservation, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground like a lame chair in that instant.
“Damn it!”
Li Qing's heart was pounding.
After realizing that the enemy's bullets and grenades were "directional attacks", he suddenly felt overwhelmed - although he was indeed overwhelmed now.
what to do?
He is now unable to use his skills, and his physical fitness has degenerated to the level of a pig.
The double-barreled shotgun used by the enemy had a strong repelling effect. Without any displacement skills and relying only on four hooves, Li Qing had no way of getting close to the enemy's body to counterattack.
And if he chose to run away, he would never be able to outrun those automatically tracking grenades and bullets.
This is a dead end...
"No... there is no such thing as a 'dead end' in the world!"
In the blink of an eye, a will to survive suddenly aroused in Li Qing's cloudy eyes.
He thought of the pig he saw in his hometown in the countryside when he was a child.
When facing a butcher's knife, a pig can burst out with speed that can race against a motorcycle. As a person standing at the top of the food chain, he cannot lose in his desire for survival to a pig that has been kept in captivity all its life.
"Calm down, think, and start analyzing from the root..."
"By what mechanism and method does the enemy's 'auto-tracking' capability come about?"
"And how did he target me? Was it through thoughts, sounds, breath, or other factors?"
Li Qing was constantly thinking.
Countless question marks emerged in his mind, and he was also making decisions and judgments quickly.
So, while the enemy was loading bullets into the double-barreled shotgun, he instinctively used all his strength to roll over the low concrete wall on the side of the aisle.
Similar to an ordinary large pig farm, this pig farm has two wide aisles running from north to south, and rectangular pig pens are neatly distributed on both sides of the aisles.
The low concrete walls that make up the pigsty can serve as cover during gunfights .
Of course, the bunker cannot block bullets that can turn corners, but what Li Qing wants to block now is not the bullets, but the enemy's sight.
really…
After Li Qing hid behind the low concrete wall, there were no more gunshots and no more grenades were thrown at him.
What was heard was the enemy's footsteps.
It was obvious that the enemy was adjusting his position to where he could see his prey.
“As expected…”
Li Qing instantly got the information he wanted: "The enemy is relying on vision to lock the target. So..."
He carefully sniffed the complex smells in the air, and used this complex olfactory information to restore the spatial distribution of the entire pig farm:
"As long as he can't see me, the problem will be solved."
