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Lin Tao and Zhao Lizhu were baffled as to why the toxic gas, which had settled at the foot of the mountain, was now appearing at the summit. However, they had no time to think; the gas was intensely irritating, causing both of them to cough violently, their skin and eyes burning with discomfort.
Forced back by the gas, Lin Tao and Zhao Lizhu retreated until they were five meters away from the entrance of the safe house. Inside, Lu Xiaoran was observing them through a crack in the door. The toxic gas they were experiencing had been replicated using his ability.
Having encountered it in his previous life, Lu Xiaoran could replicate various weapons, including advanced firearms from military museums and this globally prevalent toxic gas. His intention was to use the gas to drive the two away, preventing them from launching a surprise attack at the door.
Although the Hazmat Suit manufactured by the Gu'an Division was designed with joint protection in mind, even if they managed to ambush Lu Xiaoran, their knives would not penetrate his suit. Nevertheless, Lu Xiaoran preferred to act cautiously and avoid unnecessary risks. He did not intend to give them any opportunity to strike him.
After stepping back a few paces and enduring the stinging in their eyes, Lin Tao and Zhao Lizhu anxiously looked toward the entrance of the safe house. At that moment, the door swung open completely. Surrounded by a pale yellow mist, Lu Xiaoran stepped out slowly. His pitch-black armor reflected a chilling light, making him appear as if he were a grim reaper descending from hell.
Seeing the gun in Lu Xiaoran's hand sent a chill down Lin Tao's spine; he realized that they were no match for him. "Zhao Lizhu, run!" he shouted. Since they couldn't win, their only option was to flee. After calling out to Zhao Lizhu, Lin Tao turned and ran.
Zhao Lizhu reacted a moment slower; he stumbled back a few steps before attempting to escape as well. However, Lu Xiaoran would not give him that chance. With a loud bang, Zhao Lizhu collapsed to the ground.
"Damn it, I missed," Lu Xiaoran muttered. He had aimed for Zhao Lizhu's heart but ended up hitting his abdomen instead. It seemed that the shot had damaged his spine; Zhao Lizhu writhed on the ground in agony.
Bang! Bang! Lu Xiaoran fired two more shots at him, and finally, Zhao Lizhu lay still on the ground, motionless.
"Not very accurate," Lu Xiaoran sighed, shaking his head. His shooting skills were indeed lacking.
With only three weeks to prepare for the apocalypse, he had already spent a significant amount of time on various preparations. Lu Xiaoran hardly had any time left to practice his shooting; he only managed to spare two afternoons at the Shooting Range to get a feel for firing a gun. Achieving perfect accuracy seemed unrealistic.
The last time Lu Xiaoran managed to shoot that scythe-wielding man in the head was purely due to the close distance—less than a meter away—making it difficult to miss. However, this time, with a five-meter gap, Lu Xiaoran found it much harder to aim accurately.
After dealing with Zhao Lizhu, Lu Xiaoran turned his attention back to Lin Tao, determined to eliminate him next.
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