In that instant, Ray entered the state of spatial perception once more.

He precisely locked onto the husky's attack trajectory. He could even "see" every detail of its body—the saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth, its razor‑sharp fangs, and the bullets already embedded in its flesh.

This was the moment.

Ray fired again.

More than twenty sniper rounds streaked out in a perfectly straight line.

If he scattered the shots like falling petals again, then even if every bullet hit the hus