Chapter 278 The Ability of Captain-Level Psychics
In the latest skirmish, the Tiger Special Forces, including three souped-up soldiers, lost 23 guys.
What a tragic..
These dudes were top-tier, aces in both solo and team fights!
They should've been killing it in the apocalypse.
But nope, they ended up blowing themselves up with their own grenades—what a joke.
They never even got a glimpse of Steven.
Life's so fragile.
No matter how smart or high-ranking you are, in the end, you're just a dead body.
Steven watched from afar. The flames were so intense, he couldn't tell how much damage the explosion did to the West Mountain Base crew.
He had to wait and see if they'd make any moves before he could figure out what to do next.
Over on Charles' side, the vibe was super tense.
Charles looked like he was ready to tear someone apart, his eyes scarier than a wounded animal.
"What the hell was that power just now?" Charles frowned, staring at Elmer.
Charles tried to keep it together, but everyone could tell he was about to lose it!
Charles, the iron-fisted leader of the Tiger Special Forces at West Mountain Base, had personally led the assault, but days later, the impenetrable shelter stood defiant. And the cost? A bloody toll of his elite soldiers.
Each of these people was a big deal for West Mountain Base!
They couldn't afford to lose any of them; replacements were nearly impossible to find.
Charles felt totally humiliated!
Everyone could see Charles' patience was running out.
Charles had boasted he'd wrap up the fight and capture Steven alive in three hours!
But now, a whole day had gone by, and he hadn't even breached the shelter.
And now Steven had countered their latest move. What could he do?
Was he really gonna order the soldiers to set off the explosives?
That wouldn't work either. Steven's defenses weren't just for show. He'd attack if anyone tried to get close to the shelter.
Plus, no one wanted to go on a suicide mission.
Elmer adjusted his glasses and analyzed, "Based on our previous guesses, his space can absorb incoming attacks and then reflect them. Shawn and the others got taken out this way."
Elmer continued, "And last time, part of the explosive energy was absorbed by him. He used this stored energy to deflect the thrown explosives."
Charles took a deep breath. "The point is, how can we avoid getting hit by his ability?" Under Charles' intense stare, Elmer awkwardly coughed. "Based on my calculations, most of the energy from yesterday's explosion was actually absorbed. Otherwise, 1100 pounds of TNT would've definitely taken out a wall."
Elmer continued, "So, he might still be holding onto some of that energy. He probably only used a bit of the explosive force just now. His goal wasn't to attack us but to deflect the thrown explosives."
"So... sticking with this plan is pretty much pointless," he concluded.
Even though Charles had expected this, hearing Elmer say it still made his eye twitch.
Everyone else looked just as puzzled.
'Nothing seems to work with Steven. Is he really that tough to handle?' Charles wondered.
Charles took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm down.
He now only regretted not having a missile on hand; otherwise, he would've just fired one at Steven's shelter and ended it!
However, he might not realize that even a regular missile could only destroy surface structures in one go.
Charles stayed silent, trying to keep his anger in check.
He racked his brain, thinking of any way to destroy this shelter and then kill Steven in the most brutal way to avenge his fallen brothers!
Guns were useless.
The big artillery couldn't be transported, and the small ones were ineffective.
"Can we attack from underground?" Charles proposed another idea.
He added, "We dig under the shelter, plant a ton of explosives, and blow them to hell!"
Elmer replied helplessly, "Captain Reed, generally speaking, these apocalypse shelters are built underground."
He continued, "So, the underground part is even more fortified than the aboveground part. Because it doesn't need to consider lighting and aesthetics, just strength. If we can't break through from above, it's even harder from below."
Charles stared at him and said word by word, "We're not afraid of difficulty! We're afraid of mission failure!"
Elmer lowered his head in silence for a moment before slowly saying, "But with our current resources, it's simply impossible."
The tools they had now were even more primitive than those from centuries ago.
At least back then, they could use steam engines or oxen and horses.
And them? To dig a tunnel, they could only rely on manual labor.
Just breaking through the thick layer of permafrost on the surface—try doing that by hand?
Even if they weren't afraid of the hard work, once they broke through the permafrost, they had to transport the soil out.
Underground work needs ventilation, right?
Digging a tunnel needs to be covert; if Steven discovered it, all efforts would be wasted. Destruction is way easier than construction.
Considering all these factors, tunneling and underground blasting were just pipe dreams.
Shane suddenly spoke in a sinister tone, "Aren't there over a thousand villagers in Cox Town? Let them do the work."
Elmer shot back, "More men doesn't mean anything in this weather. They'll freeze solid before they get an inch of dirt moved. It's suicide!"
He continued, "With so many people, if not organized properly, it could cause a big commotion. Do you think Steven is blind and can't see anything?"
Shane was at a loss for words.
He could only clench his fists tightly, glaring resentfully in the direction of the shelter.
Only Charles, with a glint in his eyes, seemed not to have completely given up on this plan.
He was focused on one thing: completing the task Peter had assigned!
In his mind, as long as the mission could succeed, some sacrifices were worth it.
At this moment, the explosion's smoke and dust outside slowly dissipated.
Steven looked out the window. The snow on the ground had melted completely, and many houses and the frozen trees behind them were burning.
The surrounding air must be exceptionally warm.
The snow hadn't turned into a swamp; the thousands of degrees Fahrenheit, even tens of thousands of degrees at the explosion's center, had evaporated the water into steam.
The most luxurious villa area in Starlight City—Emerald Estate—had been mostly destroyed by these explosions.
Only a few villas stood isolated.
"After your turn, it's my turn!" Steven told himself.
After confirming that the enemy's attack was ineffective, Steven let go of his last bit of apprehension.
He wasn't one to take a punch lying down.
"Dimension Door, open!" Steven placed the Dimension Door at the window and then ordered Aurora to quickly open the window inward.
He then set up the newly modified heavy sniper rifle, aiming at a few people on the low hill 6500 feet away.
Charles and his men were deep in thought, contemplating how to breach the shelter.
Suddenly, a very urgent voice came through the walkie-talkie. "Captain Reed, he's aiming at you with a sniper rifle!"
Charles' pupils slightly contracted, and he felt a gust of wind coming.
He looked ahead, and time seemed to slow down in his vision as a bullet infused with supernatural ability shot towards his forehead.
Charles tilted his head, and the bullet grazed past his ear.
Nothing happened.
He turned his head towards the shelter and saw Steven behind the window.
Charles' eyes were filled with even more intense bloodshot, a deep-seated hatred!
"Steven!!" he shouted. Seeing this, Steven's expression turned serious. "So, he's the big boss!"
Although he regretted not sniping him, Steven wasn't too shocked by the outcome.
At West Mountain Base, many warriors had supernatural abilities that boosted their physical strength; he had seen this in Zane and Shawn before. Some had great speed, some had great strength.
But he had upgraded his gun, and his supernatural ability was stronger than before. Yet Charles dodged his bullet so easily, which surprised Steven.
Clearly, Charles was much stronger than Zane, Shawn, and the others!
"He's a tough one!" Steven exclaimed.
Without wasting time, Steven immediately adjusted his aim and shot at the most conspicuous target, the giant ape.
After dodging the bullet, Charles warned his companions, "Watch out, there's a sniper!"
No one could have imagined that from 6500 feet away, Steven could still snipe them.
They could only judge the sniper rifle's range based on conventional theories, not understanding Steven's supernatural ability.
With Charles' warning, everyone instinctively dodged quickly.
But Shane wasn't an agile psychic. Just as he was about to dodge, a bullet hit his forehead.
Blood splattered, and his head tilted back.
However, Steven did not see him fall.
"That hurts, you bastard!" Shane's forehead was covered in blood. He angrily pulled out the bullet and threw it on the ground, glaring in the direction of the shelter.
"Indeed, they are all combat-type psychics! Their defense is truly astonishing," Steven couldn't help but marvel.
That monster's defense was comparable to a tank!
These people were the core members of the West Mountain operation team, and none of them were easy to deal with.
It seemed that ordinary firearms would have little effect on psychics in the future.
But Steven should be the last to complain, considering his formidable abilities.
Steven didn't have time to fire a third shot; the others had already taken cover, disappearing from his sight.
Two sharp sounds of bullets breaking through the air came, as two sniper bullets were fired at Steven from different directions.
They then entered Steven's extradimensional space.
"Snipers!" Steven muttered.
Without thinking, Steven immediately redirected the bullets' vector, sending them back the way they came.
The two snipers were top-notch, so their aim was very precise.
But the bullets Steven shot back were equally precise.
Due to gravity, the bullets didn't return to the barrels but entered their chests.
Both snipers died not knowing that the bullets that killed them were fired from their own guns.
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