Pistol Man is a short, thin, and haggard little boy. He has a paint-chipped revolver on his waist, which is a gift from his grandfather as a gift for his future adulthood.

About fifty years ago, when Pistol Man's father was not even born, his grandfather had already made his way around the world with a revolver. He won a house, wealth, a wife, and a parrot that was later buried with him.

Perhaps it was due to family genes, Pistol Man's father accurately brought this shooting prodigy into the world in just one night, just one night.

Naturally, Pistol Man also inherited the strong accuracy of his grandfather and father, and even surpassed them. When he was five years old, he could accurately break the glass of any family's attic with stones, shoot birds with a homemade slingshot and hit the target every time, and accidentally used the "enhanced homemade slingshot" to make a plane of criminals see you again.

Unsurprisingly, he received a sincere invitation from the Super Hero Association. It was also at that time that his grandfather passed on his precious pistol to him, hoping that his beloved grandson would go further and further in the future.

But... this guy came into contact with society too early. Thanks to his convenience as a super star, the association provided him with a lot of conveniences, the most important of which was... obtaining the rights of an adult...

Then...

Ahem, that was another mistaken attempt by the Pistol Man. He "accidentally" clicked on an advertisement that was jumping randomly.

Then...

In short, the Pistol Man now "shoots" in the room almost all day long. The association is afraid that he will die because of this one day, but when they learned that the Pistol Man can do 500 rounds a day, they all fell silent.

This is against common sense. For a child who is not yet an adult, it is a miracle that he can survive until now.

But the Pistol Man's shooting accuracy is getting more and more terrible, even to the point of being outrageous. He can almost carry a bag in the real world with a gun, which has directly become one of the top ten unsolved mysteries of the Hero Association.

It is said that many people want to ask him to do a pistol tutorial...

......

The pistol man has two panda eyes, no blood on his face, pale lips, cold body, no muscles at all, and he needs a butterfly to flutter his wings to do half a push-up.

Chen Yang has silently prepared a resurrection magic for him.

But this guy's movements are surprisingly agile. He only saw his right hand touch the revolver on his waist. With a bang, Chen Yang only saw white smoke coming out of the muzzle, and then Leica lay down.

There was a blood hole in his forehead, and blood was still flowing out. He had been gone for a while.

"I'm up? So fast?"

Chen Yang didn't expect this guy to be so awesome. This speed and accuracy are still outrageous.

Soros just experienced a fierce battle, and the other side turned around and brought out a lot of things that were neither human nor ghost. He almost died.

And Leica, who had just fought side by side with him and had been his partner for many years, and cooperated with him tacitly, was defeated by the half-dead kid in an instant?

Are you kidding me?

He didn't care about his injuries, and anger filled his body instantly. Soros was determined to avenge his friend. He dragged his tired and seriously injured body, and the only right hand that could move clenched the stick. He flashed to close the distance and was determined to take the boy's life.

Puff--

The soft hitting feeling came, and Soros felt like he was hitting a ball of cotton. Looking up, a green zombie looked at him stupidly, and his stick had already sunk into the opponent's rotten flesh.

Before he could think too much, the sharp sword intent came, and Soros only felt that the last scene in front of him was a silver light, sharp and deadly, even if he just saw it, it seemed that his pupils were about to be cut open. Then he felt that his vision was spinning, and the sky was getting farther and farther away from him.

With a thud, he felt a vibration, and then a scarred headless corpse, and then it was silent, and everything was extinguished.

The floating spirit sword returned to Chen Yang, as if nothing had happened.

"Wow, big brother, your thing is amazing."

"Yeah, I still think your shooting skills are better."

"It's okay, but I still want to go home quickly."

The pistol man scratched the mess on his head, grabbed a handful of dandruff, and lazily drew his gun again.

Bang bang bang!

As if the King of Hell called the police, the priests died one by one. Rhine Morty, who was protected, gritted his teeth. He didn't expect that Chen Yang would be so difficult without the divine relic. The summons he made were all monster-level.

"Damn it!"

Fortunately, the charging of the artifact is almost over. As long as he holds on for a little while, he can free his hands.

The pistol man clicked it and the blood bag elves flew around actively. The other priests surrounded Rhine Morty without hesitation and blocked bullets for him one after another.

But what they didn't know was that with the accuracy of the Pistol Man, it would be useless even if he wrapped up Rhine Morty. He would always hit him. The reason why he still hadn't solved the problem was just because Chen Yang wanted to see what tricks he had.

Until the last priest fell, Rhine Morty looked at the Pistol Man who had not moved for a long time, and then he realized that Chen Yang was letting him go.

"Haha, he is indeed an ignorant thief who stole the relics of God. How arrogant."

He finally finished charging the divine object, which was a holy feather. Rhine Moti lifted it up with both hands and raised it above his head with enthusiasm and love, while he knelt on the ground and praised the greatness of God loudly.

"God who judges all the sins in the world, fair and selfless, your greatness will be eternal! Cleanse all disasters and bring blessings to the people who yearn for the kingdom of God! Recover the scattered spiritual treasures in the mortal world for the Lord God!"

"Your believers beg for your grace! Lord Angel of Judgment!"

The holy feather fell to the ground, revitalizing everything that had been silent for a long time, and all injustices quietly dissipated, unable to face this great power.

Da Jiang Si'er was instantly seriously injured by the powerful holy energy, and the blood bag elf frantically restored blood for him, which saved his life.

The sword spirit circled around Chen Yang uneasily, as if wanting to keep his master away from this place of trouble.

Along with the sound of poetry floating from afar, a blindfolded angel holding a sword in both hands, with twelve white wings behind her, descended from the sky. She was so perfect, with skin as smooth as jade, cheeks unparalleled, elegant and powerful.

Rhine Moti kowtowed madly, tears falling from his eyes, shouting: "My great God! Your lifelong believers will always maintain their purity! Just to be able to crawl under your body at this moment!"

The angel in the sky silently raised his head to look at Chen Yang, and the long sword in his hand hummed.

The Angel of Conviction——Mira!

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