But that was just for ordinary people.
For the "Shooter," he doesn't need to capture.
He only needs to... predict!
Bang, bang!
Two gunshots split into front and back.
The first shot forces the "Scalpel" to dodge.
The second shot is predicting the "Scalpel's" trajectory.
Even a madman.
Has instincts.
The "Shooter" grasps the mont of that instinct.
And indeed, he caught it.
Only...
The outco was different from what the "Shooter" imagined.
Facing the incoming bullets, the "Scalpel" suddenly sliced forward with his scalpel.
Clang!
With the "Shooter's" excellent eyesight, he could see the bullet he shot being sliced, split into left and right, flying to the sides of the "Scalpel," who continued rushing toward him.
The "Shooter" was shocked.
He knows very well what the consequence would be once a madman like this gets close.
Instinctively, he wanted to run and shoot again.
But,
His fingers lost sensation.
Both index fingers lost sensation.
The "Shooter" looked down.
And saw two nearly transparent threads wrapped around his hands.
It's the puppeteer lines from the "Puppeteer."
"When did this happen?"
The "Shooter" froze, watching the approaching "Scalpel," then smiled bitterly.
He knows his situation might be dire.
But he didn't expect it to be this dire.
He didn't even have a chance to use his last resort.
However, the "Shooter" is not desperate.
Because this is not a one-on-one battle.
It's a battle among three people.
Moreover!
One of them is the "Puppeteer," who manipulates others!
He still has a chance.
"Hahaha gagaga!"
With that kind of manic laughter, the "Scalpel" swung the scalpel in his hand, but the seemingly sure strike missed, just as the "Scalpel" was prepared to swing his scalpel, the "Shooter's" body suddenly slid backward involuntarily.
Suddenly, the "Scalpel's" strike missed.
But only that strike missed.
The scalpel thrown by his other hand did not miss.
It hit the "Puppeteer" accurately.
The "Puppeteer's" body trembled, retreating two steps, and the puppet lines in his hands seed to loosen.
Bang bang!
The "Shooter's" fingers loosened.
Without hesitation, the "Shooter" pulled the trigger again.
Under close-range shooting, the "Scalpel," having lost one scalpel, could only cut one bullet; the second bullet was avoided with great effort, but still "grazed" him.
A large part of the "Scalpel's" shoulder, along with the arm, was sent flying.
But the manic "Scalpel" seed unaware of the pain, and swung the scalpel in his hand.
Puff!
The invisible blade swept across the "Shooter's" neck.
The "Shooter's" head flew up, but the body did not fall, the puppet lines wrapped around this body issued a command again. Updates are released by novelFre
Bang bang bang!
In a series of gunshots, the "Scalpel's" body was shattered.
Then, plop, plop.
The "Scalpel" and "Shooter" fell simultaneously.
The "Puppeteer" won.
But the final victor did not have ti to celebrate her victory.
Because she did not live to see the victory.
Just as the "Scalpel" died, the scalpel that hit her, still embedded in her, exploded directly.
Its power was like that of a high-explosive grenade.
Instantly, the "Puppeteer's" entire body was blown to pieces.
Especially the upper half, which was turned into a mist of blood.
After the roar, as flesh and blood flew, everything grew silent.
But, only silent for a second—
Boom boom boom!
The earth shook, and far in the distance, the pitch-black sky...
Lit up.
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