Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 48 Apache's Counterattack
shot!
Never mind where the muzzle is pointing, just shoot!

At the critical moment when his consciousness gradually became blurred, there was only this absurd voice left in Mista's mind.

And he finally chose to believe this voice.

Because the arm was under heavy pressure, it was impossible to raise the muzzle of the gun, let alone turn around and point the muzzle at the silver-haired man behind him, so Mista could only move the arm holding the gun with difficulty, and pulled the muzzle out of his own. A small section sticks out from under the body.

boom!
Amidst the crisp explosion, the bullet that pinned Mista's last hope roared out.

At this time, the barrel of Mista's pistol was close to the ground and kept parallel to the ground.

Under normal circumstances, after the bullet flies out of the muzzle, it will definitely fly close to the ground for a period of time, and then immediately hit the hard ground due to the falling trajectory, and finally hit a small hole on the ground without any achievements. The crater turned into a ricochet like a headless chicken.

However, the current situation has nothing to do with the word "normal".

A normal bullet is like a wild horse that has been slapped on the butt, and it runs wherever it goes after it sets off.

But on the bullet that Mista shot at this moment, there are three small bullet "knights" attached to it.

They are Mista's stand-in, the sexy pistols.

In order to save Mista who was in danger, the villain No.1 who served as the captain personally led the two companions No.2 and No.3, and rode on the bullet together.

They are like brave prairie warriors, tenaciously driving this wild Hummer, driving the bullets to turn their flying directions according to their wishes.

Just like that, the bullet that flew out parallel to the ground suddenly changed its parallel and direct flight trajectory just like the nuclear warhead held by Iron Man in the Battle of New York in "The Avengers". , and flew straight up into the sky.

And that's just the beginning.

The bullet flying into the sky is like a roller coaster with full horsepower in the playground. It first draws a beautiful arc in the air that is close to an ellipse, turns a full 270-degree bend, and then takes a The nearly vertical trajectory bombarded downwards.

In this way, the target the bullet hits becomes
Apache's Tian Ling Gai.

"what?!"

Apaki noticed the movement of Mista's shooting, and also heard the abnormal sound of piercing the air above his head in time.

Sensing the danger, his hairs stood on end for a while, and he quickly loosened the restraint on Mista below him, and rolled to the side with all his strength to dodge.

Fortunately, after the bullet has undergone this forced trajectory correction, its flight speed has slowed down a lot.

Relying on his strong and flexible body, Apaki dodged to the side in time. Although he couldn't completely avoid the sudden blow, he also perfectly defended his vitals, only letting the bullet hit his arm.

His beloved black coat was mercilessly torn open by a bullet, and scarlet blood spewed out.

"The muzzle of his gun was clearly pointing in the opposite direction, but in the end the bullet hit me inexplicably!"

Apache's complexion became extremely ugly, not because of the injury and pain, but because he sensed Mista's substitute ability:
"This guy's substitute ability."

"So it's manipulating the trajectory of the bullet?!"

Just think about it for a moment, and you will know that this ability is very scary:
Most of the stand-in messengers are mortal bodies who can't hold bullets. Even if they are fighting ordinary gunners, they have to find a way to temporarily avoid their edge before making plans.

Now suddenly encountering such a "sharp shooter" who is aiming at the lock bullet 100% of the corner, it is inevitable to have a headache for a while.

And Apache is even worse:
His stand-in Melancholy Blues ability is more supportive and reconnaissance, and the power of his hands is not as strong as his body, so he is not suitable for frontal combat at all.

"Damn!"

Apache couldn't help scolding his mother in his heart:
"I used so much strength in the sneak attack just now, a cow should be knocked out!"

"A sharpshooter with rough skin and thick flesh who can't be knocked out, how should I deal with it?"

It is definitely not possible to go directly to A.

Although the distance between the two is only a short one meter, Apache, who is unarmed, takes half a second to shoot, while Mista, who does not need to aim at the gun, only needs to click casually trigger.

To run away directly is courting death.

No matter how good his physique is, no matter how fast he moves, it is impossible for him to be faster than the opponent's bullet.

"How to do."

Apache's brain was running fast.

And Mista had just been released from the heavy pressure, and now he was staring at Apache to be on guard, while taking a big breath of fresh air to adjust his mental state.

He didn't bother to shoot and chase directly, which gave Apache a chance to breathe.

Just in the blink of an eye, he thought of a way to protect himself and even turn the tide of the battle.

"go to hell!"

Apaki yelled deliberately, attracting Mista's full attention.

But amidst the roar, it was not Apache's fist that swung Mista's face, but
"Blood?"

Looking at the blood that flew straight towards his eyes, Mista felt a little disgusted instinctively.

He hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, but he still couldn't stop the pervasive blood.

"Block my sight with blood? What a trick!"

"But you are a little mistaken."

Mista vigorously wiped his blood-stained eyes, shouted and raised the other arm holding the gun:

"Even if I can't see myself, my bullet can still hit you!"

After regaining consciousness, Mista, who had completely awakened his substitute ability, felt as if he had been imbued with memory by some mysterious force. A substitute name born in my own subconscious:
"Do it, abolish his hands and feet—"

"Sexy Pistol!"

As soon as the words fell, Mista pulled the trigger twice.

No.5 and No.6, the two villains each rode a bullet, and galloped out at high speed according to Mista's order.

Because Mista was unwilling to kill casually, it was different from the autonomous action in the previous emergency. Instead of aiming at the head, which was easier to hit and more deadly, they aimed at Apache's hands and feet.

At this time, Apache had already run several meters away.

He didn't even think about chasing after using the trick of "staining eyes with blood", but took advantage of the short-term chaos created by this trick, and ran desperately towards the depths of the ruins behind.

"Suddenly lay such a heavy hand on me."

"Do you want to run away again now?"

Mista, who has gone through a crisis and awakened his substitute, suddenly got rid of that kind of idleness, and gained a kind of sharp-edged sharpness.

It is not a good thing to let the tiger go back to the mountain, he instinctively wanted to leave the silver-haired man in front of him who showed strong hostility towards him:

"It's useless, you can't outrun my bullets!"

As he spoke, he followed closely behind.

At the same time, the two bullets whizzed out under the control of the two villains No.5 and No.6, pulling out two beautiful spiral arcs in midair.

Apache, who heard the sound of the gunshot, tried his best to dodge, but in the end he managed to avoid a little position by virtue of his physical skills, allowing the two bullets that should have been embedded in his hands and feet to be almost wiped away from the outer layer of his flesh and blood. go out.

Even so, the bullet grazing was not pleasant.

He was shot three times back and forth, and the gushing blood stained half of his clothes red.

And although these three shootings did not reach the point of hurting the muscles and bones, the severe pain of the flesh and blood cracking still seriously affected Apache's actions.

Enduring the severe pain, he fled to the depths of the ruins with great difficulty, but his speed inevitably slowed down a lot.

"Stop!"

While raising his gun in pursuit, Mista yelled intimidatingly, "I will shoot again!"

Another shot would be the fourth shot. Mista felt that it was unlucky, but he didn't want to fire it.

But Apache didn't intend to stop at all, he was still running forward.

After running a few steps forward, Mista made up his mind and raised his pistol, ready to pull the trigger again.

But at this time, the other party stopped.

Mista then stopped, and carefully pointed the gun at Apache:
"Why did you give up resisting?"

"Do not."

Apache clutched his injured arm, and slowly turned around:
"Keep your eyes open"

"Stinky boy, you are the one who is in desperate situation now!"

(End of this chapter)