121: Chapter 121 Tonight it's the long-legged sniper's turn!

"You have seen the situation with everyone else on the vehicle."

Qin Hongye certainly had.

From the very first day, she had engraved every detail of the vehicle's interior into her mind.

The tacit understanding between Shen Wanbing and Chen Chen as they sat side-by-side at the command console analyzing data.

The way Shen Wanxing couldn't hide her silly smile when she came down from the second floor, and the way her legs wobbled when she walked.

The contrast of Jiang Yanxue instantly transforming from a grumpy queen into a docile house cat after being worn out.

The small gesture of Su Xiaoqi clutching her clothes tightly when being carried upstairs, the fresh pinch marks and bruises on Blood Rose's neck.

She had seen it all.

"You have been on the vehicle for the shortest amount of time."

Chen Chen's voice was very level, "The trigger probability for the RV's 'function,' Fatal Lock, is linked to the bond level. The higher the level, the more times I can deal true damage in battle."

Qin Hongye put down the gun oil cloth.

"You mean—"

"You should know what comes next... and that it's your turn to do what needs to be done."

Qin Hongye's throat moved.

Standing at 1.8 meters tall, with long, powerful limbs and a tactical knife sheath strapped to her waist, she exuded the cold, sharp aura of a sniper from head to toe.

But at this moment, her knuckles gripping the gun oil cloth turned white.

"...I know."

Her voice was very soft, as if her throat were blocked by something.

She moved the gauss rifle off her knees and leaned it against the wall.

When she stood up, her legs buckled slightly.

The 1.8-meter-tall woman stood before the 1.9-meter-tall man, their eyes nearly level.

In Qin Hongye's dark brown pupils, complex emotions were churning.

Defiance, shame, anticipation, unease—all mixed together like a pot of boiling water.

"I thought about this day coming the moment I boarded the vehicle."

Her voice steadied a little.

"When that old geezer Seven Blades tried to persuade me, he said that on this vehicle, nothing is free. Not the gauss rifle, not the aberration-grade pork chops, and not the right to survive."

"I, Qin Hongye, am not one to be coy. What I owe, I give."

She reached out to undo her tactical straps, her fingers slipping on the first buckle.

Chen Chen's hand covered hers.

His palm was several degrees hotter than an ordinary person's, and his fingers pressed onto the back of Qin Hongye's hand, steadying her slipping movement on the buckle.

"Don't rush."

Qin Hongye's body stiffened for an instant.

Chen Chen raised his hand, two fingers hooking the buckle of the tactical knife sheath strapped to her waist, and with a click, he unfastened it.

The sheath, along with two tactical daggers, slid off and hit the metal floor, the sound exceptionally clear on the quiet second floor.

Qin Hongye's breathing quickened by half a beat.

From the first floor came the sound of Su Xiaoqi tossing and turning, then it went quiet again.

Chen Chen's hand moved up from her waist, pulling down the zipper of her tight combat suit.

The teeth of the zipper popped open one by one.

Qin Hongye didn't move.

Those hands that could precisely hit a target's heat vent from a thousand meters away hung at her sides, fingertips trembling slightly.

The combat suit was pulled halfway down, revealing a large expanse of firm skin below her collarbones.

As a woman who came from the Black Dragon Society's royal guard, she had no excess fat, but she lacked nothing in the right places.

The deltoid muscles, trained by years of controlling recoil while shooting, had clear lines, and her collarbone hollows were deep enough to hold water.

"Your physical condition is better than anyone else's on the vehicle."

Qin Hongye bit her lip.

"Of course, I train every day; I don't just eat for free—"

Before she could finish, her lower back was gripped by a hand.

The difference in strength resulting from constitution was vividly demonstrated at such close range.

Chen Chen's arm clamped around her waist like an iron hoop; Qin Hongye instinctively wanted to step back, but her waist wouldn't budge at all.

She couldn't push him away.

Not even a centimeter.

This absolute crushing force actually caused most of the tension in her muscles to dissipate.

For a woman who had lived in the wasteland for ten days, the instinct to admire strength was engraved in her bones—a man she couldn't push away was the only one worthy of her putting down her gun.

Qin Hongye raised her hands from her sides and pressed them against Chen Chen's chest.

Beneath her palms were pectoral muscles as hard as stone slabs.

"...Your heartbeat is too slow."

"It feels like touching a wall."

"Yours is too fast."

The roots of Qin Hongye's ears turned red.

Chen Chen guided her toward the bed.

Her 1.8-meter-long legs tripped on the edge of the c-rank mental soothing bed, and she fell backward.

The memory foam made a muffled sound, and a pale blue micro-soothing force field halo spread out from her back.

Her combat suit had already slipped to her elbows, revealing a large area of firm, resilient skin.

There was a thin layer of calluses on the web of her right hand from years of gripping a gun.

Chen Chen leaned down.

Qin Hongye closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling a few times.

"Be gentle—"

As soon as these two words left her lips, she felt they sounded wrong.

As the dignified top sniper of the Black Dragon Society, when had she ever said such things?

Her tight leather pants were peeled down from her waist, exposing those heaven-defying long legs that had run thirty kilometers across the wasteland under the blue halo.

From thigh to ankle, the lines were so smooth they didn't look like human legs.

Qin Hongye's hands clutched the bedsheets.

The memory foam began to vibrate rhythmically.

— —

First floor of the vehicle.

Jiang Yanxue turned over.

Her dark red pupils opened a slit, she listened for two seconds, then closed them again.

She spat out one word.

"Again."

Blood Rose's wine-red curly hair hung down from the back of the sofa; one hand covered her ear, while the other fumbled to reach for an energy bar on the coffee table.

"This time... the sound is different." Blood Rose's voice was muffled in the cushion.

Jiang Yanxue rolled her eyes: "Duh, someone else is taking their turn."

Shen Wanbing sat at the command console, the blue light of the concentration ice heart necklace pulsing every three seconds.

She brought up the Radar interface, pushed the scanning range to sixty kilometers, and stared at the peripheral heat source distribution map—using work to forcibly distract herself.

Su Xiaoqi rubbed her eyes and sat up.

"Did Big Sister Hongye go up to fight too?"

The whole vehicle was silent.

"Brother Chen Chen is so amazing, fighting every day..."

"Go to sleep." Jiang Yanxue and Blood Rose said in unison.

Su Xiaoqi shrank back behind the storage box, muttered a couple of things, and then went quiet again.

The commotion on the second floor lasted for an hour and a half.

Shorter than Shen Wanxing's two hours, but the commotion was louder.

Qin Hongye was someone who had trained, and the strength of her core muscles far exceeded that of an ordinary woman.

Reflected on an acoustic level—the frequency of the memory foam's pressure deformation was higher, and the vibration of the metal bed frame was transmitted more clearly.

But in the second half, the sound actually became quieter.

Because Qin Hongye had no energy left.

An hour and a half later, the second floor was quiet for five minutes.

Chen Chen came down first.

His hair was a bit messy, but his energy and spirit had not diminished at all.

The permanent buff of having a constitution over 100—even with three women taking turns, they couldn't drain even half a percent of his energy.

He walked to the command console and sat down next to Shen Wanbing.

"How is the situation on the periphery?"

Shen Wanbing's expression was normal, only the thumb pressing on the necklace used half a point more force than usual.

"No abnormalities within three hours. No convoy assembly signals have been detected in the direction of the meeting coordinates—Iron Wall and Jiang Jiuyou should still be on the way."

"Mm."

Chen Chen opened the system panel.

A pop-up window was already waiting for him.

[Bond relationship with beauty detected and strengthened! Target: Qin Hongye. Bond level breakthrough: Lv.1 → Lv.3 (32%)]

Jumping from Lv.1 to Lv.3 in one go.

[Exclusive trait evolution! Fatal Lock and Weakness Break Lv.1 → Lv.3]

[Lv.3 effect update: Weakness mark generation probability increased to 30%. Ranged weapon additional trigger probability +15%, dealing 100% true damage upon hitting the mark, and ignoring 50% of the target's energy shield.]

30% base plus 15% ranged bonus—a 45% weakness mark rate.

Nearly one mark for every two attacks.

Combined with 100% true damage and ignoring 50% of energy shields—

This trait had evolved from useful to terrifying.

Chen Chen closed the pop-up and turned the page.

[Forbidden Domain Dual Cultivation · Qi and Blood Mutual Nourishment trigger record:]

[Chen Chen constitution 117 → Qin Hongye constitution 34. Difference 86 points. One-way transfer activated: Qin Hongye gains constitution +8, current constitution 42.]

[Qin Hongye has no attributes higher than Chen Chen, counter-nurturing not triggered. Remaining dual cultivation sessions for today: 1.]

3 points of constitution is not much for Qin Hongye, but snipers don't rely on constitution; she relies on agility and perception.

Chen Chen noted this—it would be great if he could specify the attributes to transfer during future dual cultivation, but for now, it seemed to be randomly assigned by the system.

Footsteps came down from the stairs.