Hunter of Mysterious Creature-Chapter 395 - 41: Mowing Down Enemies (Part 2)

The information received by her visual cortex completely exceeded her comprehension, causing her logical thinking to temporarily cease functioning.

Sun Hang, wielding the deceitful equipment shotgun, was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Each time he pulled the trigger, at the apex of the gun's muzzle, a vast fan-shaped area would see ghosts evaporated, while the backlash from the deceitful equipment was almost negligible for Sun Hang.

The flesh consumed by the shotgun shells was considerably more than that of single slug bullets. If an exorcist were to use her own deceitful equipment, her body would likely be reduced to merely a metal frame after four or five shots. Yet Sun Hang had fired about thirty shots, and his body remained intact.

The exorcist had run out of ammunition, and each shot Sun Hang fired was like shooting blanks—what burst from the muzzle was no longer iron shot or steel beads, but clouds of dense blood mist. Upon contact with the blood mist, the ghosts melted instantly, as if snowmen plunged into a pool of boiling water.

The ammunition provided by the Institute No.1 for the exorcist were specially made, allowing the shotgun to exert maximum power with minimal flesh consumption—as deceitful equipment. This gun could fire without ammo, but for an exorcist, this would be almost suicidal.

Take those three shots that just killed the "Noblewoman"—without loading those three special single slug bullets, the cost for the exorcist might have been her entire right arm, not merely two fingers...

Sun Hang's current method was practically devoid of cost-effectiveness...

With every shot, his body would briefly become mummified, but the sunken skin would quickly plump up again, as the blood and flesh absorbed by the deceitful equipment were swiftly replenished, restoring Sun Hang from a mummy to a "fresh living person."

"This guy... is he really still human?" the exorcist muttered.

She suddenly felt that Sun Hang seemed more suited to this deceitful equipment than her, the compatible person.

No... the word "suited" is totally inadequate to describe the breathtaking scene before her.

One hundred percent... truly one hundred percent...

No matter how shocking this conclusion was, after witnessing Sun Hang's current performance, the exorcist finally understood why the bracelet's synchronization rate showed zero.

That's because this guy's synchronization rate was off the damn charts!

The exorcist was convinced—if this combat footage were viewed by the researchers at Institute No.1, they would definitely go insane.

She herself was already almost going insane.

One hundred percent synchronization rate—could this still count as human?

Why didn't he merge with the deceitful equipment?

From his actions and expressions, it was evident he maintained a clear self-awareness... In other words, a compatible person with a hundred percent synchronization rate was controlling deceitful equipment exerted to its maximum power, yet it couldn't dominate him...

"This person's ability... is it to easily control and suppress all deceitful equipment?" the exorcist pressed her chest, forcibly suppressing the artificial heart's pulsation frequency. "If such a person exists... shouldn't he be a regular at Institute No.1? Why have I never seen him... or even heard of him?"

Could this person's existence be the highest secret of Institute No.1?

No way! This guy is the leader of the first squad. Besides the "Puppet Master," the other two Hunters are natives of Tianfu City. If this person's ability relates to deceitful equipment, Institute No.1 would never let him remain in Shuzhou, a borderland.

The exorcist felt a bit disoriented, her brain implant even issued an overheating alarm, the circulating coolant flowing rapidly through titanium cooling tubes resembling blood vessels, yet it still couldn't calm her mind.

On the other side, Sun Hang could only describe his current mood with three words.

"This is exhilarating!"

No need to worry about ammo consumption, barrel wear, temperature, or aiming—this deceitful equipment, in his hands, wasn't like a gun but like an eraser. A gentle swipe, and a considerable portion of the screen's ghosts would be erased, unbelievably stress-relieving.

Not only did Sun Hang find it thrilling, but the shotgun in his hands was also incredibly ecstatic.

It had never devoured its owner's flesh so indulgently... It was like a poor boy, previously belt-tightened, suddenly brought to a long table laden with delicacies stretching out of sight.

It was only given one sentence: "Eat to your heart's content, stuffing your belly to your satisfaction!"

Based on the flesh Sun Hang was devoured, in this short span of three minutes, the shotgun had consumed at least a dozen large living beings.

Considering it had followed the exorcist for nearly a decade, it only managed to consume two-thirds of her.

The difference wasn't only in quantity; the quality of flesh was vastly superior.

In apparent gratitude for Sun Hang's generosity, the shotgun roared louder, with its attack range expanding to three times the original—one shot towards densely clustered ghosts instantly vaporized over a hundred of them. The deep crimson blood mist could even linger on-site for a time... any ghost accidentally entering the mist during this span was likewise dissolved.

In mere moments, thousands of ghosts dwindled to less than half.

At this point, the exorcist, as if awakening from a dream, activated the recording function of her prosthetic eye, capturing the scene of a lone figure fighting his way seven times in and out through the swarm of ghosts.

She didn't know how to explain what she'd seen to the research institute afterward, but she believed that simply tossing this recording to those researchers would leave them equally at a loss.

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"Boom!!!"

With the final gunshot, this nearly one-sided slaughter finally concluded.

The ghosts didn't meekly await death; they fiercely resisted Sun Hang—the last hundred or so even merged into a giant spirit body covered in human faces. Regrettably, no matter their efforts, in the face of Sun Hang holding the shotgun, those efforts were futile.

With one shot, Sun Hang fired just one shot, enveloping the entire massive spirit in a gigantic blood mist.

In the mist, face after face howled, transforming into blood-red steam, quickly shrinking the giant spirit's bulk until it vanished entirely.

Sun Hang, carrying the shotgun, approached the exorcist.

"You're right; professional compatibility is indeed crucial," Sun Hang said with a shake of his gun, "This thing is incredibly effective against spiritual body type mysterious creatures, slicing through them like carving vegetables."

"Can... can I confirm something?" the exorcist hesitated, glancing cautiously at the bracelet on Sun Hang's wrist—synchronization with the deceitful equipment remained "zero," while the indicator for Hunter infection still showed a "safe" green.

"Are you still Sun Hang?"

"What do you think?" Sun Hang's response made the exorcist's heart skip a beat.

She instinctively stepped back, assuming a defensive posture.

"This should be a philosophical question." But to her surprise, Sun Hang nodded thoughtfully and then said, "You've heard of the Ship of Theseus story, right?"

"What... what do you mean?" the exorcist asked, somewhat stammering.

"Do you understand the views of Theseus folk?"