Chapter 75: Chapter 62: Precision Sniping—Killing a Tier 1 Rock-Horned Horse

To the rock-horned horses with poor eyesight, a terrifying heap of predators seemed to appear not far ahead, scarier than the mountain bike behind them.

The panicked leader chose to flee towards the riverbank on the right.

Its sudden brake and sharp direction change left the tightly following rock-horned horse herd reacting too slowly, causing them to lose balance and stumble.

Some even collided into each other, their stomachs churning, vomiting out fresh water all over the ground.

Only two tier one female rock-horned horses following closely behind reacted first; they realized the danger ahead and, panting heavily, followed the herd leader with their foals.

Some late-stage rock-horned horses who had crashed stood up, oblivious to their companions’ whereabouts, and directly galloped towards the left riverbank in a frenzy.

After the successful blockade, Old Duncan and Lisa managed to catch up with them on their bikes due to the herd’s sudden brake change.

The two then exhibited a hand-free bike riding demonstration, controlling the vehicle with their legs and core strength, while their hands shook loose loop snares to find and lock onto targets.

Old Duncan chose two young rock-horned horses at the back of the group, just getting up, as his targets.

The quickly spinning snares flew twenty to thirty meters, precisely hitting the target’s head, sliding along the horse’s neck after passing through the horse horn.

Scared, the rock-horned horse slowly fled toward the riverbank.

But at this moment, Old Duncan had already dropped the rope; the other end was a three-pronged hook crafted from refined steel, dragging along the ground and quickly latched into a rock crevice, fastening firmly.

The rope’s instant tension transmitted strong resistance to the target’s neck, causing the young rock-horned horse to lose balance and fall heavily on the riverbank slope.

No matter how it struggled, it couldn’t move at all.

The thick, finger-width woven rope had several tons of tensile strength and wouldn’t be snapped by half a ton of power.

On the other side, Lisa also smoothly snared a target, though her expertise in loop snares was not as masterful as Old Duncan’s, she ultimately snared the target’s horse horns.

Fortunately, the slipknot tightened, preventing the fallen rock-horned horse from breaking free.

The two young rock-horned horses were already captured, yet neither Duncan nor Lisa stopped to secure them; instead, they continued pursuing, searching for new snaring targets.

They prepared six ropes in total, meaning they had six opportunities to strike.

Opportunities like these were scarce, as there were no other interfering herds nearby; capturing more meant profiting more.

Afterwards, Old Duncan chased right while Lisa rushed left.

At the forefront of the rock-horned horse herd, members of the Duncan Squad and Liu Mingfei and Ah Lian quickly rushed ahead to subdue the newly snared two live horses.

To prevent any accidents, preventing them from freeing themselves.

Though the woven rope had extraordinary tensile strength, it wasn’t wear-resistant and easily frayed if scraped back and forth along rock crevices.

It was necessary to promptly use ropes to tightly secure the rock-horned horses’ limbs.

While this side was bustling with activity, Lin Feng rushed towards his left, the river channel’s right side.

There was the escape direction of the rock-horned horse herd, led by the male leader with two female horses and several foals fleeing towards the ruined city on the riverbank.

On the right riverbank slope, Old Duncan spotted foals struggling past the tier one female rock-horned horse, his eyes instantly brightened.

These young rock-horned horses, whose both parents were tier one evolved desolate beasts, inherited their lineage and had a high probability of directly evolving upon reaching adulthood.

They were the seeds of tier one desolate beasts.

If they were males, one could earn half the reward of a mature tier one rock-horned horse.

Equivalent to five hundred points and half an evolution agent.

Behind the two tier one female rock-horned horses, there were four foals!

Capturing them could potentially yield a future male tier one rock-horned horse!

This opportunity flooded the aging Old Duncan with an endless surge of power; he immediately tossed his mountain bike aside, hastily chasing with two looped ropes.

Soon he locked onto a target twenty meters ahead.

A foal of a female tier one rock-horned horse.

But being just born not long ago and only possessing level 3 enhancement strength, it was so frightened that its legs went limp, stumbling on the slope.

Soon its forelimbs slipped, and it fell to the ground.

With keen eyes and quick hands, Old Duncan immediately made his move.

The live snares precisely hit the target.

The foal’s neck was caught, emitting a slender cry; its mother, the female tier one rock-horned horse, driven by maternal instinct, halted her steps, slowly turning her head.

She mooed anxiously, urging her offspring to stand up and keep pace with the herd.

But it was too late; after his successful strike, Old Duncan had already wedged the three-pronged hook at the end of the rope into a giant rock crevice, then began capturing the second foal target.

The young Rock-Horned Horse struggled to its feet, its neck tightly held by a taut rope. No matter how hard it strained its limbs, its body remained immobile, able only to stomp in place.

Just then, a somewhat intelligent Tier One female approached, using its sharp horn to manipulate the rope binding the cub, trying to fray the thick rope through friction.

However, just as it was about to succeed…

Not far from one hundred and fifty meters away!

Lin Feng crouched on a boulder, right hand gripping the gun, left hand as support, aiming at the target for a long while.

His target was not the cub, but the female Tier One Rock-Horned Horse turning back, attempting to rescue its child.

Utilizing the four-time magnification scope of the Level 9 Precision Handgun, he enlarged the eye that was originally just a black dot to the size of a coin, then aligned it with the red dot for aiming.

When the herd panicked and began fleeing, Lin Feng, positioned to their left rear, was unable to lock onto the left eye of the target due to the herd being back-facing, meaning the trajectory was diagonally rearward.

Additionally, the Rock-Horned Horse’s head bobbing up and down with their breath while running made it difficult to hit, even with four times the magnification.

But now, with the female Tier One Rock-Horned Horse desperate to save its offspring, it not only stopped but turned its head, fully exposing its right side to Lin Feng’s gun muzzle.

If not now, then when!

Lin Feng hesitated not a bit, holding his breath and focusing for this precious opportunity!

With the aim locked, in the brief interval when the female Rock-Horned Horse lowered its head to sniff its cub…

Calmly and steadily, he pulled the trigger.

A bang was heard!

The Wolf Fang Bullet, with 45 points of damage at an initial speed of 900 meters per second, precisely struck the right eye of the female Tier One Rock-Horned Horse in 0.17 seconds.

To avoid affecting the precision of the sniping, Lin Feng deliberately did not attach a suppressor.

The noise from the gun quickly spread as the female Rock-Horned Horse fell to the ground after being shot.

A notification appeared in Lin Feng’s peripheral vision:

“Using Level 9 Precision Handgun, headshot achieved, dealing double damage, Wolf Fang Bullet with 45*2 damage, causing a total of ninety high damage points!”

Seeing the notification, the worries in Lin Feng’s heart vanished, his joy evident beyond words.

Ninety damage points likely can’t be withstood by any Evolutionary Desolate Beast below Early Tier One Level 14.

And with severe brain damage, this giant beast, weighing over a ton, collapsed heavily.

As the gunshot faded, an unbelievable scene emerged before everyone’s eyes.

Old Duncan, who just hooked the third rope, turned back in disbelief, looking toward the place where the gunshot came from over a hundred meters away.

Lin Feng, holding a large-caliber extended handgun, slowly stood up and started walking over…

Duncan knew Lin Feng had a gun.

It was evident from the Wolf Skin Gun Holster at his waist.

Yet how could a small handgun accurately hit an eye, only egg-sized, on a Tier One Rock-Horned Horse over 150 meters away?

The only weak and fatal spots on the Rock-Horned Horses were their eyes located on their heads.

Other areas, even the skull, could withstand several rifle bullet impacts without penetration.

The effective range of a small handgun is barely 100 meters.

Having years of service experience, Old Duncan was too familiar with firearms; even with the high precision of old-world industrial weapons, targeting at most locks onto targets 60 to 70 meters away using iron sights.

Handguns are inherently designed for narrow spaces, suited for close-quarters urban combat.

Moreover, bullet trajectory deviates at fifty meters; beyond a hundred meters, it’s left to chance.

Even experienced Duncan himself had no confidence in hitting a moving egg with a handgun within fifty meters, let alone Lin Feng hitting the eyes of a Rock-Horned Horse from 150 meters away?!

However, just as Old Duncan was stunned for a few seconds…

An unexpected event occurred abruptly!

The male Rock-Horned Horse leader, which had already successfully landed and entered the ruins of the city, instead of being scared by the gunshot, became furious due to the female of its clan falling!

She was one of its most important mates!

She was one of the kin it protected!

Suddenly, it turned back, charging downwards!

With a speed over fifty yards, it charged straight at the stunned Old Duncan!

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep