For a moment, Weize thought he was going to die.

The unimaginable pain spread from his waist and rushed all the way to his brain along his spine, like a tide, washing away his nerves again and again.

The blood vessels under the muscles wriggled like earthworms, and cold sweat soaked his back. He felt like he was being fished out of water. However, when the pain subsided, he regained control of his body, but was surprised to find that his right hand holding the gun was no longer trembling.

Did the potion... work?

Before I could check my current physical condition, the killer not far away had raised his pistol.

The targets are Kim Heeyeon and Judd in the car.

The distance from the muzzle to the heart is only six feet, a desperate number.

But the person here tonight is Weize.

Without his permission, even the god of death could not take away the people he wanted to stay.

The spark of bullet collision announced the return of the legend.

Takeda Ono ran and jumped in the parking lot, not daring to stop for a moment, because once he stopped, the bullets behind him would catch up with him.

So strong!

This was already in just five minutes, and the killer hunter had such a sincere sigh in his heart.

The opponent's strength is completely out of the scope of common sense. The long-awaited showdown has become his unilateral beating after it has really begun.

One-sided situation.

Ruthlessly crushed.

If you do your best, you can only barely save your life, and you can't organize an effective counterattack.

Takeda Ono no longer remembers how long it has been so embarrassing. Since becoming a professional killer, he has maintained an ascetic lifestyle, strictly controls his diet and routine, and constantly honed his gun skills through a lot of high-intensity practice. He has to do thousands of shooting training every day, pulling a gun and retracting a gun, ballistic mental arithmetic... Even when he is sleeping, he will hold the hardba11er in his hand.

Finally, he trained his marksmanship to his current level, as accurate as a machine, and a real killing skill.

In a sense, his current shooting technique has reached the limit of the human body and cannot break through upwards.

However, the guy opposite has a completely different style.

Takeda Ono dares to bet that the other party will never have enough time to practice guns every day. He aims casually and pulls the trigger casually, never considering any external factors, wind, humidity... all of them are thrown behind his head, and he will not deliberately calculate the ballistics, but the bullets shot in the end can always reach the place he thinks.

Nothing can be said at all.

This is more like a kind of witchcraft than science.

If Takeda Ono practiced his marksmanship into a part of his body, then for the guy opposite, marksmanship is more like a physiological instinct like eating and drinking water.

The supreme realm that all gunmen dream of.

Takeda Ono always thought that this kind of thing was just an urban legend, but he didn't expect that he could actually experience it personally today.

No, it must be faster! Stop means death, and if you die here, you will not be able to continue to experience such a wonderful moment.

The hunter killer's figure is moving irregularly between the cement column and the vehicle.

It is obvious that he may die at any time, but Takeda Ono's physical condition is unprecedentedly outstanding. Under the influence of adrenaline, he almost feels tired, his calves are full of strength, and his meticulous and serious face shows a long-lost smile.

Although he has been fleeing like a stray dog ​​since the beginning of the war, Takeda Ono has not lost his gains.

The legendary strongest marksman is indeed powerful, but it is not without flaws.

Or, the influence of the person holding the gun himself shows a glimmer of hope to survive and even kill the other party.

Even though this hope is extremely slim, waiting has always been his virtue.

Excellent hunters are always patient.

This game is far from over.

The top experts at this level are often extremely sensitive to their sixth sense. Although Takeda Ono can't see any opportunity from the technical level, he can feel a little unfamiliarity on the psychological level of the opponent.

This is an incredible thing. It clearly has such an amazing marksmanship, but it seems that I haven't fired a gun for a long time. This kind of thing doesn't make sense anyway.

But he must now rely on his own judgment.

Takeda Ono's eyes turned and he caught a glimpse of another group of hunters rushing into the parking lot.

However, now he is no longer interested in this kind of odorless junk food.

You can't let these guys ruin this wonderful show.

Takeda Ono risked being shot and raised his hand to shoot out five bullets, killing those latecomers who had not yet figured out the situation.

But he also paid the price for his crazy actions, and there was an extra blood hole on his left shoulder.

I really can't relax at all.

The newly added wound did not drag on Takeda Ono's degree, but instead further stimulated his nerves.

This experience of wandering on the edge of death was unprecedented for him.

Humans are such a strange species, right? The closer they get to death, the more they can feel the vitality of life.

Takeda Ono silently calculated the number of bullets shot by the other party in his heart. The moment he waited for the magazine to be empty was when he blew the counterattack horn.

…………

Weize didn't know what his opponent was thinking, and to be honest, he didn't care.

But he was just shooting randomly and dealing with his errands. After solving the crisis on Jin Yiyan's side, he put his main focus back on his body. So far, no abnormalities have occurred. After the terrifying pain disappeared, he seemed to have recovered his health and did not die like those experimental mice.

On the contrary, the tremor that had tortured him for six years disappeared like this.

Of course, because he hasn't fired a gun for a long time, his current level is still a bit lower than the peak. However, since the problem at the most source has been solved, it will be almost the same if you just find a shooting hall to do some training, and then take two commissions to warm up your lower body.

So, I'm back now?

Eisawa touched his chin and did not deliberately control the consumption of ammunition, so he casually shot all the bullets in the magazine. Almost at the same time, Takeda Ono also stopped, pulled out the second gun from his waist, which had never been shown, and quickly pulled the trigger from one left and one right.

This is the ultimate killer hidden by the hunter killer. Takeda Ono has a perfect grasp of the timing. No one can deal with two bullets at the same time at such a moment.

It has nothing to do with technical talent.

Just the purest mathematics.

A hint of excitement broke out in Takeda Ono's eyes.

Come on, let me witness the end of the legend.

However, Weize on the opposite side did not show any panic, but just slowly replaced the new magazine and pressed the trigger. The bullet was shot out of the barrel of the gun. After hitting the first bullet, it changed the ballistics and collided with the second bullet, which eventually forced both bullets to deviate and flew past him by his ears.

What the hell?!

Takeda Ono widened his eyes, and even with his mind and calmness, he couldn't help but lose his mind.

The main reason is that the scene in front of him is too incredible and has completely subverted his views.
Chapter completed!