With the enhancement of "Bullet Time," everything in front of Lin Wuming entered slow motion. His task was exactly the same as before—to "stack armor" to defend against the bullet. He even had the presence of mind to adjust his psychic barrier into a sloped-armor configuration, attempting to ricochet the armor-piercing round.
Likewise, taking advantage of the active "Bullet Time" state, Lin Wuming seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack against the enemy.
—Even in the slow world of "Bullet Time," psychic blocks rained down upon the enemy.
In normal time, everything happened so fast that Hunter Number Three didn't even understand what had happened. He just felt like he had been struck by a speeding train, suffering simultaneous severe impacts all over his body, instantly losing consciousness.
Swoosh!
The flow of time returned to normal.
Lin Wuming saw the enemy collapse just as time normalized.
He dared not relax, remaining alert and "clawing" with his psychic power for a moment. Only after confirming the enemy was down for good did he finally let out a sigh of relief.
Similar to his previous encounter with Torami Toumi, during the "Bullet Time" state, his mind was highly excited—or rather, operating calmly at high speed—so there were no "distractions" like fear or panic, only the task of fighting and solving the problem at hand.
But when the crisis was averted and he exited "Bullet Time," returning to his normal state, Lin Wuming finally began to feel waves of fear.
—Seriously, the enemy actually shot a real gun at me!
For someone who grew up and lived in a peaceful era, one might never encounter a real bullet in a lifetime, outside of military training organized by a school. Let alone face the experience of being shot by one.
For Lin Wuming, while both were lethal weapons, the impact of a gun and bullet combination was far stronger than that of cold weapons like knives or swords.
Even if, in terms of actual destructive power, this bullet was not necessarily stronger than the initial spike.
—If I think back, the weapon Dr. Yamamoto used for the assassination in the hospital was also a handgun, wasn't it?
This forced Lin Wuming to remind himself again: the enemies targeting him were thugs unafraid to use firearms! They genuinely wanted to kill him, without any reservations. He had to be extremely careful and treat this with serious resolve.
However, although Lin Wuming knew this logically, this was his first time being actively hunted down, so he always felt a sense of unreality, naively thinking it wasn't a big deal.
It was like the terror one felt when facing a teacher or boss after failing to complete homework or meet a work deadline on time. But that terror was limited; things always passed, and after a good night's sleep, a new day would arrive.
Being hunted for murder, however, was a completely different matter. The dead would not see the sun rise the next day; there were no second chances.
Understanding this, an instinctive sense of terror rushed into his heart.
The person he faced this time was not some low-level punk group, but a genuine killer armed with a deadly weapon!
Using his psychic ability, he picked up the enemy's handgun and examined it closely.
—This is a real firearm!
Lin Wuming reminded himself again to grasp the seriousness of the situation. He immediately decided he would no longer "adventure" alone and should call for backup immediately.
Lin Wuming took out his phone to call Yomikawa Aiho for help.
However, the call failed—his phone showed no signal.
This shouldn't be an issue in a place like Academy City. Lin Wuming realized he still hadn't escaped the enemy's encirclement!
—Communication signals are being jammed!
Putting his phone away, Lin Wuming scanned his surroundings again, finding no sign of a fourth person.
In this area, besides Lin Wuming himself, there were only the two enemies lying on the ground.
Lin Wuming moved to the punk's side and found he was unconscious. However, the wound on his neck was not deep, and if treated promptly, he shouldn't die.
The punk had been wearing a "collar" made of psychic power around his neck when he was attacked, and this thin psychic barrier had saved his life.
"Consider yourself lucky..." Lin Wuming mumbled, pulled out the first-aid kit equipped on his wheelchair, and provided emergency treatment with bandages and gauze.
As for the man in the suit, Lin Wuming had no intention of helping him.
—This guy ruthlessly tried to kill me without hesitation. I wouldn't feel guilty even if he died right here.
Confirming that the unlucky punk wouldn't die anytime soon, Lin Wuming felt he had done his part and didn't linger, deciding to leave the area as quickly as possible.
"The enemy is concealed while I am exposed, and I don't know the exact number of enemies..." Lin Wuming sped forward in his wheelchair. "Success means breaking out of here and reaching a crowded street as fast as possible."
This empty area was clearly unnatural. It must have been designated and cleared by the enemy as a battlefield, right?
Therefore, as long as he could break through the enemy's designated battlefield, he could force the enemy's plan to fail and make them give up the pursuit.
Driven by his psychic ability, the wheelchair beneath Lin Wuming could achieve racing speeds.
In fact, with the strength of a Level 3 Psychic, even short-distance flight with the wheelchair was possible.
Lin Wuming's current speed was conservative because he had to divide his attention to deal with other potential hidden enemies, preventing him from fully accelerating.
This proved not to be Lin Wuming being overly cautious.
Just as he decided to pick up the pace, he suddenly felt the scenery flashing past him slow down.
Without warning, Lin Wuming once again entered the "Bullet Time" state.
Lin Wuming was extremely grateful that "Bullet Time" was a passive ability, not triggered by his conscious will.
Instead, this special state automatically activated whenever an attack that genuinely threatened his life appeared.
Just like this time, after entering "Bullet Time," Lin Wuming immediately widened his eyes and observed carefully, finally spotting the object that threatened his life.
At the 10 o'clock direction, diagonally above, about fifty meters away, there was a bullet in flight.
Even under "Bullet Time," it was approaching at a relatively high speed—in this slow-motion, almost-stagnant world, an object moving "normally" was incredibly conspicuous.
It was precisely because of this that Lin Wuming was able to spot the small moving black dot in the distance and confirm it was another bullet.
Another enemy had launched an attack!
Lin Wuming's gaze followed the bullet's trajectory in reverse. The extended line finally converged on a tall building about three hundred meters away.
—A sniper!