I write obituaries for the gods.

Chapter 17 Blood Payment

"Click!"

Li Zhanyi pulled the bolt hard, and the heavy casing of the .338 Lapua Magnum round flew out, landing on the waterlogged rooftop with a crisp sound.

She was lying on the roof of the Waldorf Hotel, wearing a hastily put-on raincoat, her school uniform filthy from the rain.

Just now, Li Zhanyi fired a second shot, intervening in the battle on the beach.

After starting his operation alone, Li Zhanyi immediately threw away his headset and focused all his energy on the "prophecy".

After Qingtian flew out, she accurately calculated the guy's landing point and began to measure the distance and make fine adjustments.

Without an observer, she silently watched the battle on the beach 2500 meters away, choosing an intervention window.

Li Zhanyi was not surprised by the involvement of a third party. After discovering the "unpredictable factor" in the hotel, she guessed how complicated the situation was.

This was the second time Li Zhanyi had encountered this situation; the first time was during an exam at the Investigation Bureau.

At that time, she tried to predict the movements of an Alpha-level demigod, only to find that all the foreseeable future turned into a jumble of lines.

"And who are you...?"

Li Zhanyi stared at the figure in the raincoat on the beach: after being knocked down by Qingtian for the second time, he was obviously somewhat powerless, and only fired one shot before stopping, as if he was thinking about something.

He didn't seem like an Alpha-level demigod...or anything unusual...

His movements were even a little clumsy and not very nimble.

However, his plan was quite clever; he left Qingtian half-dead.

Moreover, Li Zhanyi always felt that his shotgun looked somewhat familiar...

"call..."

Li Zhanyi exhaled softly, and a ghostly blue light flickered in her right eye:

"Wind deviation correction 0.3, total deviation 0.6."

Regardless of who that guy was, Li Zhanyi knew that as long as he kept suppressing Qingtian, he would be fine once the Investigation Bureau's backup arrived.

As long as he survives, he will eventually be able to see them again.

At that moment, she really wanted to see for herself who this person, who defied her predictions... was...

Just as her aim caught on the Sky-Piercing Dragon, the monster suddenly clenched its fist, preparing to charge.

The figure in the raincoat... didn't seem to intend to dodge...

"Huh? You're not going to live anymore?"

The .338 Lapua Magnum bullet has an initial velocity of approximately 830 meters per second. When fired at a target 2500 meters away in heavy rain, the bullet would take about 4 seconds to travel.

Four seconds later, by the time Li Zhanyi's bullet arrived, that guy had already been smashed to pieces by Qingtian.

Li Zhanyi didn't have time to think much. She blocked out the figure and focused on "Qingtian," then predicted his location four seconds later.

Then she fired at that spot—

"Bang!"

The bullet whistled out, cutting through the torrential rain, and flew towards the sky four seconds later.

But Li Zhanyi knew that this bullet couldn't save that person—

But the guy caught Qingtian's fist with his bare hands in the next second.

"...?"

The girl looked away from the sniper scope, rubbed her eyes, and then looked back at it.

She saw the boy's raincoat being blown open by the strong wind, and at some point, his mask had also fallen off in the struggle.

In the torrential rain, the mysterious assassin's face was finally revealed—

"Mr. Linlinlinlin?"

Li Zhanyi's mouth opened slightly as he began to brainstorm.

Almost simultaneously, the bullet she fired four seconds earlier struck Qingtian—

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered from Qingtian's chest, and the reality that followed drove him mad.

A mortal grabbed his fist!

"No!"

The severe damage from the large-caliber bullet hit him caused him to kneel on the ground. He could only watch helplessly as Lin Chen gradually tightened his grip, and his fist, which was being held, made a "crackling" sound as it broke.

"How are you feeling?"

Lin Chen looked down at Qingtian, who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes flashing with a dark blue light.

He felt his temples burning: projecting those dark blue substances onto himself would obviously put a huge strain on him.

it hurts...

The muscles seemed to transform into countless worms, constantly burrowing back and forth within the body, increasing their density.

Lin Chen could sense a limit: the progress bar for body strengthening was constantly advancing, and once that limit was exceeded, his muscles, like Qingtian's, would begin to swell and deform.

Before that...

He must kill the demigod before him!

"boom!"

Lin Chen suddenly threw a punch, landing it on Qingtian's face.

Qingtian was sent flying more than ten meters away, his huge body tumbling several times, fragments flying everywhere.

"This can't be... possible..."

Qingtian murmured in a muffled accent, tears welling up in his eyes, which were squeezed into slits.

From childhood to adulthood... he's always been the one beating up others...

At school, he beat up those little brats...

On the field, an opposing player was elbowed by him...

He was incredibly confident in his strength, and whenever a problem arose, he could solve it simply by swinging his fist.

But now... this mortal actually caught his fist?

"You...you are no match for me!"

Qingtian scrambled to his feet, letting out a roar that was almost a wail, his body once again becoming a blur—

"boom!"

He threw a punch at Lin Chen, but Lin Chen caught it again—

"Sizzle!"

Lin Chen slid for more than ten meters before regaining his footing.

He steadied Qingtian's fist with one hand, and raised the other—

"boom!"

With one punch, he sent Qingtian spinning several times in the air before he crashed to the ground in a sorry state.

Lin Chen didn't give him a chance to breathe. He grabbed Qingtian's head and punched him—

"Bang!"

Two punches! Three punches!

"boom!"

The third punch sent Qingtian flying, rolling over a dozen times on the beach before he was completely shattered.

Qingtian tried to get up, but Lin Chen leaped to his side and stomped on his only remaining hand.

"Sizzle!"

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

The deformed demigod looked up and screamed, and the next second, the muzzle of a shotgun was shoved into his wide-open mouth.

Looking up along the black gun barrel, he saw Lin Chen's cold face.

"You need to give your uncle and aunt an explanation."

Lin Chen murmured softly, his index finger gradually tightening on the trigger.

"Go down and repent."

"No! I don't want it!"

Qingtian howled in despair as his pride and joy were crushed, and his mental defenses finally collapsed.

He looked at Lin Chen with teary eyes, and at that moment, Lin Chen actually tasted a hint of pleading in those arrogant eyes.

It was like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being punished.

A giant baby terrified of death.

Lin Chen would not pity him.

This beach has witnessed innocent victims falling into the sea, and the prayers and remembrances of the bereaved families.

Now, it will witness a revenge.

"Waaaaah!" Qingtian wailed.

"goodbye."

Lin Chen gritted his teeth and immediately pulled the trigger of the shotgun—

"Bang!"

The dragon's breath flames penetrated Qingtian's lungs, and the high temperature that could suppress regeneration instantly destroyed his vital organs.

"Waaaaaah!!!"

Lin Chen slowly took two steps back, watching the monster roll and thrash on the beach like a dying fish.

Soon, Qingtian's body also began to catch fire, and under the scorching flames, his skin was gradually coated with a layer of charred black.

This time, however, no more granulation tissue emerged.

he died.

"Boom!"

The thunder turned the beach silvery-white.

Lin Chen slumped onto the beach, feeling the torrential rain extinguish the heat from his temples.

He succeeded...

Optimus Prime, a fabricated god, a false hero...

died.

"No...it's not time to rest."

Lin Chen got up and tried to move his limbs.

He raised his hand, gently opening and closing his five fingers, feeling the remaining power flowing through his fingertips.

After the projection ended, some of the muscle strengthening seemed to have been retained...

Lin Chen shook his wrist, the coldness of the downpour pulling him back to reality.

At some point, his raincoat hood fell off, and his mask also fell off.

Lin Chen pulled up his hood. Just then, the sound of police sirens came from afar: it seemed that all parties had noticed the commotion on the beach.

Let's leave here first...

Lin Chen ran towards the edge of the beach, repeatedly reviewing the evacuation route he had planned in advance.

Without realizing it, he found that his hands were no longer shaking as much.

......