Time ticked away anxiously.
Lu Heng was breathing heavily, tense. Although he had come up with a response, facing a sniper was still a highly dangerous affair.
Once he failed to grasp the right moment and was hit by a sniper bullet, he would be dealing with nearly 500 points of Attack Power. Even at a greater distance, with bullet power attenuation, it would still be around 300 Attack Power.
Taking a gunshot wouldn't result in death but certainly major injury.
A shot to the chest or head, and not even gods could save the victim.
Lu Heng's gaze was intense as he eyed the sniper's probable position.
In the sky, the invisible scout eagle circled overhead, equally searching for the sniper.
Huff... huff...
As Lu Heng stood still, holding the head of the "Ghost-faced Man," waiting for the time it takes to breathe seven times.
In the middle floor of a building on the north side of the overpass, a flash of light appeared.
That was unmistakably the flash of a sniper rifle.