Chapter 56 Ending

The flesh and blood limbs driven by supernatural power are naturally far inferior to the slender metal powered by the explosion of gunpowder... at least not at present.

Charlotte Holmes must have practiced the art of shooting guns diligently since the battle of Lance. Her shooting skills have become more and more vicious. With two guns firing continuously, twelve bullets almost completely rushed into the eye sockets of the Flash Blade Cult Leader.

William McConaughey was like being hit by a sledgehammer. His head flew backwards with his whole body. The light in his head swayed violently. He finally recovered some sanity and fell again.

But at the same time, he also spat out a sharp broken finger from his mouth.

This broken finger contains the power of a violently vibrating blade. Although it is not as fast as a bullet, under the cover of the night, only a faint blood shadow can be seen penetrating the air, bringing a whistling sound of breaking the wind.

Watson saw that Charlotte, who was not good at shooting, had not yet gotten out of the state of concentration on shooting. He had no time to dodge. He suddenly shot the ground with his rifle, and rushed to the left with the help of the rebound force of the ground, bumping shoulders with Charlotte, knocking her aside, leaving himself to face William's attack, and letting William's broken finger shoot in a spiral shape into his shoulder.

William's half-broken finger was extremely powerful, comparable to a rifle bullet, easily penetrating the flesh and blood of the shoulder and deeply piercing into the shoulder blade!

Watson seemed to be shocked by the pain that penetrated deep into his bones, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. Fine sweat oozed from his forehead in an instant, and his body collapsed.

But his self-sacrificing behavior was naturally not a hot-headed hero saving a beautiful woman, but after deep thought and consideration-although William's finger was broken very quickly, even Watson's moth vision, which had reached the first-order perfection, could not capture a clear trace, and could only see the residual images left in the air.

However, interception shooting does not necessarily require insight into the complete trajectory of the ballistics. Most of the time, it is only necessary to confirm the starting point and the end point.

From the dead appearance of the non-staff member of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, Watson can infer that William must have been aiming to kill him silently at the beginning. However, the gunshot that resounded through the night sky just now has broken the tranquility of his stealth assassination. The opponent's most important goal at present is to quickly defeat and kill the enemy and then immediately escape from the scene.

Then the targets in the direction of attack are only the head and the heart. Under the guidance of the moth, Watson inexplicably understands some secrets-the amount of head light that William is absorbing may be a trait related to rationality and wisdom that living beings should have, and it may also be closely related to the integrity of the dead person's head.

In order to maximize the surplus value of each dying body, especially the female detective who obviously has far more rationality than ordinary people, William must be reluctant to waste the precious light in the skull. At this moment, the only possibility left for the Flash Blade Master is to attack the heart!

In fact, he had already planned to block the gun with his body when William bit his index finger. With the height difference and distance between him and the female detective... Watson was 90% sure that the maximum damage William's attack could cause was just to pierce his shoulder blade.

Such an injury might be a serious injury that would be difficult to heal and would cause disability for mortals, but for Watson, who had already stepped half a foot into the door of the mysterious world, it was just that... At most, he would spend some time in Mansu to find the second person who was seeking his own death and exchange his life for the third vitality.

However, this act of saving her life would certainly win the trust of Charlotte Holmes!

The rich daughter of the most outstanding female detective of the current era seemed to have a close connection with the Anti-Suppression Bureau. If he could make the other party let down their guard and suspicion, his next secret teaching path would be much smoother.

The female detective was hit by Watson's shoulder with controlled force, but she staggered slightly, and the magazine of the revolver in her hand was empty.

But William McConaughey, who was as scary as a mummy, was not dead yet. He fell to the ground but was slightly unconscious, but the next second he rolled back and stood up. He raised his head and showed a hideous face, and resolutely bit off his middle finger and spit it out with strength!

Charlotte Holmes is worthy of being the female detective of the honorary fog city. She still maintained excellent calmness in this critical moment. She threw out two revolvers calmly, and the metal gun body flew forward to block the path of the broken middle finger.

William's middle finger hit the revolver one after another, and the scratching of nails and metal splashed weak sparks and harsh noises.

Even with the power of the blade, the power of the severed finger was inevitably weakened and deflected, but it just barely scratched the arm of the female upright ape emitting a strong cranial light.

But the opponent had already discarded the only two worldly weapons, and the anti-suppression bureau behind still needed at least ten seconds to get back... This time was enough for him to slaughter the female upright ape and the upright ape with a moth head in front of him three times, and plunder the beautiful shining head!

William McConaughey couldn't help but laugh with joy. He excitedly bit off his ring finger, and his fleshy tongue rolled to adjust the direction of the fingertip.

Charlotte was not panicked by the grim smile of the Flash Blade Cult Leader, but just lifted up her windbreaker again, and she took out the third and fourth revolvers!

William McConaughey's remaining rationality could not help but fail. It took him two full seconds to weigh the pros and cons - he could never kill the female upright ape whose skull light was so strong that it was almost real in eight seconds, so now there was only one choice left... retreat!

But when he turned around and tried to escape, a annoying bullet hit the inner socket of his knee when his front legs stepped out, causing him to kneel down uncontrollably, and the time for escape was reduced again.

Before he could fully stand up, the remaining five bullets of the female detective hit his five limbs respectively. His weak blade could not resist the impact of worldly weapons, and he could not help but fall to the dry bloody soil and fell on the still warm corpse.

Then several special bullets traveled dozens of yards and hit his back one after another, penetrating the broken rib bone plates, rolling in the body cavity, forming an expanded cavity, and perforating the organs.

Watson, who seemed to have fallen to the ground due to a serious shoulder injury, saw this scene and smiled with satisfaction in his heart.

He looked down at the wound on his shoulder at leisure. With the help of the fluttering wings of the moth in his skull, his vision became deeper. He saw the flesh and blood of the broken finger stuck in his shoulder fade away, revealing its true nature like a slender bone knife.

Even though the finger bone blade had been deeply pierced into Watson's shoulder, the sharp tip was sunk into the bone marrow, but it was still trembling slightly. Some kind of wonderful rhythm fluctuations were transmitted along the bones to Watson's inner ear, stimulating the cochlear spiral to produce a sound like the clanging of a sword... He seemed to have some inexplicable hallucinations.

He seemed to be in the ancient wilderness. He was wearing a primitive animal skin skirt around his waist, exposing his chest. He held a sharpened basalt axe in his left hand and a sharpened basalt spear in his right hand.

He and his fellow tribesmen formed a circle. They rhythmically struck the stone axes and stone spears, making strange clanging sounds. It was a noise rarely seen in nature. Whenever it appeared, it was always accompanied by devastating mountain torrents, which aroused the fear hidden in the blood of the prey.

The hairy beast raised its long nose and roared to the sky, both to show its strength and to dispel fear.

But seeing this, their fighting spirit became even stronger, and they punched their chests and made strange noises to shock the prey.

The huge beast was completely angry at the provocation of this group of weak upright apes. Its front hooves stomped on the ground, causing the earth to tremble. It raised its head and thrust its curved fangs forward.

An upright ape that failed to dodge was pierced through the chest by the white fangs, and hung on the long white fangs like a fruit on a branch. The bright red blood flowed down the fangs and dripped into the air of the beast.

It tasted the hot and fresh taste, which awakened the primitive ferocity in its body. It raised its head towards the scorching sun in the sky, and a wild roar like thunder broke out from under its long fangs. Even the ferocious lions had to tremble and flee in panic under the pressure of this grassland overlord.

But the grassland overlord's undeveloped head couldn't figure out how an upright ape could ignore the primitive instinct of fear of giant creatures, jump up and chop off one of its long tusks, and stab the sharp spear into its eyes.

The stone axe that collided with the long tusk broke, and the giant beast screamed violently. The giant beast shook its head with a painful roar. The broken short horn swung horizontally like a giant tree sweeping by. He dodged flexibly, but his shoulder was still scratched by the rough broken section, and a layer of exposed skin was scraped off, revealing scarlet flesh.

Overcoming his fear and standing up to fight, he picked up the broken and sharp stone pieces tied to the wooden stick, nimbly dodged the heavy hoofs that were thicker than his waist, and jumped up and stabbed the stone pieces into the heart of the giant beast.

The giant beast fell to the ground with a bang, and he stepped on the huge corpse with blood all over his body, holding the blade in his hand high in the scorching sun.

Still busy with the workplace drinking party, I was able to sit in front of the computer after ten o'clock. This chapter was written anxiously and hurriedly.