Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 294 - 294 74 Head South

294: Chapter 74: Head South 294: Chapter 74: Head South Borshu stood before the crossroads, highly tense.

It was said that in the era when large animals still existed, some enduring predators would harass their prey through the advantage of their group, gradually weakening them.

For him, every crossroads was dangerous.

But he couldn’t linger for long.

Previously, wiping out two unprotected people had been his luck.

He couldn’t guarantee he would be lucky next time.

The government was also searching for him to prevent him from causing massive casualties.

Staying on the road for too long could also attract undue attention.

Borshu pulled the girl forward, staying close to crowded areas.

The Martial Ancestor strictly prohibited assassinations that impacted innocent civilians; if a passerby was in the middle of the sniper’s path, the assassin would avoid firing.

But this was just a slight cover.

Borshu’s prosthetic body was taller than that of an average civilian, and from a higher vantage point, his head was still within the sniper’s range.

One step… two steps…

Borshu’s nerves were on edge, his prosthetic eye scanning the surroundings.

There were no flashes of fire, no bullets.

He continued to step forward until he was beneath the sign of a sugar gum shop.

This position could block the view from afar, allowing a slight relaxation.

Borshu glanced at the girl beside him.

This individual was clearly either lowly modified or unmodified, retaining complete taste.

—Perhaps a good reason to linger here…

The thought flashed through his mind as he was about to pull the person to turn around and check out the concentrated sugar gum.

But at that moment, the sign’s lights went out.

Simultaneously, an explosive sound rang out.

The girl was knocked to the ground, letting out a sharp scream.

The surrounding crowd couldn’t help but look over here.

“Signs” in this era were a rare luxury decoration, especially those with neon lights.

And that noise was indeed extraordinary.

Further away, people thinking there was a spectacle to see began rushing over.

People in the back pushed those in front, the force transferring layer by layer, those at the very front wanting to retreat, but being pushed forward by the onlookers.

It seemed the crowd was about to trample on the girl.

Suddenly, those at the front screamed.

Mysteriously, several gashes burst open on their bodies, dark blood splattering out.

Borshu knelt on the ground, his cloak torn and ragged.

Just then, a bullet had shot through the sign toward his neck.

Ignoring the robe on his body, he used all his strength, employing both his tail and arms only to shift slightly, letting the bullet hit the heaviest armor on his back at the steepest angle.

This piece of armor was the thickest on his body.

The powerful kinetic energy forced him to kneel.

But even so, he could still lightly shake his tail to slice open the limbs of people nearby with the blade on his tail.

Although he had no olfactory senses to detect the “smell of blood,” the sight of the blood mist still uncontrollably stirred up intense murderous instincts.

He had to suppress these instincts due to his wariness of the government.

However, the bizarre wounds that had just appeared had already shocked the ordinary people.

Borshu roughly pulled the girl up and walked along the wall.

They couldn’t stay here any longer.

With so much attention, it might trigger the government’s surveillance, causing some people’s visual information to appear in the government’s system.

People nearby fearfully made way for them.

Borshu, with the girl who was a jumble of emotions, pressed into the crowd of people who were unaware of what had happened.

—According to the self-diagnostic system, the armor on his back had deformed, its strength reduced by about 30%, possibly unable to withstand a direct hit from large caliber firearms…

Borshu estimated his damage condition.

After walking another twenty meters, he turned back to look at the sign.

Judging by the bullet trace, the assassin’s sniping point this time was within three thousand meters; any high-rise rooftop could be possible.

The assassin might be blending in with the surroundings using electronic camouflage, and the gun’s muzzle was equipped with a highly sophisticated silencer and flash suppressor.

Just now, the assassin had calculated his moving speed and that of other pedestrians and then fired through the sign.

The metal sign couldn’t block the bullet at all.

Borshu did not try to find the assassin.

He had tried several times before, to no avail.

The assassin always fired just one shot, and regardless of whether it hit, would immediately move.

Unless Borshu wanted to die under the government’s gunfire right then, he couldn’t employ his supersonic movement techniques in the crowd.

By the time Borshu reached the three-kilometer distance, the assassin would already have blended into the crowd.

Borshu sighed.

Humans have the instinct to feel safe when they see “barriers.” But now, most everyday visible barriers couldn’t stop large caliber bullets.

Just now, he had even slightly relaxed.

“Do not succumb to instincts” is something every martial artist must learn at the beginning.

The human innate body is meant for survival, not for battle.

“Survival” doesn’t need strong combat capabilities.

In this respect, weak creatures like mice and cockroaches are more successful than most predators.

Top-tier predators are easier to become extinct than those at the bottom of the food chain.

But the body of a martial artist is designed purely for “combat.”

At this moment, the girl let out a whimpering cry.

Borshu was quite impatient: “What’s wrong now?”

The girl lowered her voice: “Great Hero, you are too kind to me… You really are the kindest person to me in this world… You saved me again…”

——This idiot!

Rage incinerated Borshu’s rationality.

He had almost killed that foolish woman.

Was “heroism” really supposed to look like that?

A real hero in that environment…

a real hero…

Borshu suddenly felt disheartened.

He had let blood spill without even thinking.

He waved his hand and then closed his eyes.

The jostling crowd around him gave him a sense of security.

The assassin always evaded quickly after a missed hit, so there was no need to worry about the next bullet for the time being.

In his field of vision, the entire city’s road map was clearly visible.

He was searching for a route.

The safest place right now would be the gang’s privately set up basements.

Those areas had good bulletproof capabilities.

But from here to the other basements, he would have to pass through several intersections.

It was far too dangerous.

In addition, he had killed many gang leaders to obtain supplies earlier, seizing some things.

The gang-controlled area was now very unstable; martial artists frequently fought in the streets, everyone was in danger, and the pedestrian density was also very low.

He felt that if he really headed that way, he might have to face landmines.

——So, should I assimilate a batch at the martial arts school?

These past few days, Borshu had been lingering near the martial arts school district; the route wasn’t too far.

But this too had its risks.

Inside the martial arts schools, there were strong practitioners.

In terms of external strength alone, there were benefits to be had.

If one could not kill with one hit using internal strength, it would be difficult to capture them while ensuring their full combat capabilities remained intact.

And if he got hurt assimilating a martial master and then the one being assimilated turned into a cripple before the assimilation…

then what was the point?

Borshu then shifted his focus to the internet, checking the message board page he had left.

He did not log into the admin backend.

That would alert the government internal strength masters monitoring the page.

He browsed the information in visitor mode.

Gradually, several martial arts schools posted intelligence.

These texts were mixed with garbled codes and the sequence of the text was very jumbled, seemingly trying their best to avoid government bots.

Borshu roughly read through them.

They were mostly unreliable legends; there was nothing new.

Their entire meaning was to explain a well-known piece of intelligence: “The Eighth Martial God never left Delacruz City till his death.”

“Go to Delacruz City or first take care of that Hero, then turn around to assimilate a few martial masters…

wait…”

Borshu suddenly thought of a good idea.

Actually, both choices could lead in the same direction.

Leaving the city.

The reason he was unable to deal with that person was due to the city’s numerous obstructions, crowded people, and numerous civilian drones.

But if he went deep into the wilderness, none of this would be an issue.

In the wilderness, drones were very conspicuous.

If one wanted to rely on a drone for ultimate sniping, the drone couldn’t stay hidden.

And if one didn’t want to rely on a drone for ultimate sniping, the atmospheric movements would spoil the accuracy.

If that assassin insisted on sniping without a drone, he would only be able to choose a distance within a kilometer to launch an attack.

At this distance, he was confident in counter-killing.

——Head south.

He decided so.

………………………………

Xiang Shan’s consciousness expanded in the network.

After rebuilding his inner strength, he found that he could do more things, and even his external strength was enhanced.

The brain areas required for inner strength and external strength were not completely the same, but there was some overlap.

Inner strength primarily relied on the expansion of the neocortical language function region, while external strength involved more internal and more primal areas.

Nevertheless, the “strategizing” part of external strength could also be supported by the Soth Divine Realm.

At the same time, the ability to “profile psychological activities based on movements” was also a derivative skill of inner strength.

Xiang Shan precisely relied on this to predict the firing timings of that firearm warrior.

At this moment, he browsed through the intelligence gradually sent by the martial arts schools, while searching online for any possible traces.

“So it turns out that the Green Forest had directly killed a large group of gangsters to obtain supplies.

But at the same time, the intelligence about ‘intense battles’ in the Protector’s network is all about us.”

“He hasn’t engaged in intense fighting recently, but he needs resource supplies…

he hasn’t moved his motor home?

Then he must have an isotopic battery on him?”

“If that’s the case, then the city outskirts can be ruled out…”

Yuan Wenren and Green Forest both knew how to hide themselves from surveillance, so he could only pick out potential traces of their confrontation from countless images, then deduce their movements.

Eventually, he softly remarked, “I understand, you want to go south?”