The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

In a sense, Lackey's guess was not wrong.

For minors with great strength, physical arts are more or less weak unless they have a personality like physical strength.

Even if the physical exercise far exceeds that of their peers, the limitations of experience and physical factors make them fall into the inferior position from the beginning when facing adult individuals.

What's more, his opponent is a young girl. The difference in physical strength between men and women under normal circumstances is not a joke.

——Since you can dodge the flying bullets, what about the close attack with real guns and knives? !

Oda Miyuki looked at the man two meters away, with no expression on his face.

From the moment the first bullet hit the ground, she had been in a mysterious trance.

Something guides her, allowing her to dodge four bullets behind her and unscrew the door that should have been locked.Then looking at the enemy who was close at hand, there was still no panic in his heart.

Because she knew that she "could do it".

That's not an ability similar to foreknowledge, it's more like choosing an outcome.It was as if standing by the sparkling river, picking out the ax that belonged to him from the axes of different materials in the hands of the river god.

It's that simple.

【"When you face the black muzzle and know that they have only two results in the future—shooting through you, or missing, fear, or fear, is a possible emotion."】

【"Afraid, like afraid of the dark?"】

Oda Miyuki remembered a long time ago, when Oda Sakunosuke was only 15 years old, and she was just barely able to speak clearly.One night, the teenager sat by the bed, imitating what he saw on TV, and told a storybook to the sleepless girl.

Talking and talking, I don't know what happened, the topic was naturally diverted to a strange place.

Although the two parties involved in the discussion did not realize this.

【"Probably...it's the same."】A young father who drove ducks into battle said that he looked even more at a loss than the person who asked the question.

Under the drowsy bedside lamp, one big and one young stared blankly at each other for a while.The girl whose curiosity was not satisfied yawned, and finally had a tendency to fight her eyelids, 【"Is it okay if you're not afraid?"】

I don't know what the question is about "fear of the dark", or what the boy said before, "fear of facing guns or bullets".

Maybe she doesn't know which one it is, or even just a child's repeated imitation.But she remembered it inexplicably, and then a voice that seemed to be talking to herself came from above:

【"Probably only when you are able to face these two results; or have the ability to turn them into one result."】

When the distance of only a few meters was drawn closer, no one knew what Oda Miyuki was thinking.Lagi only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the figure standing in front of him disappeared as if he had disappeared in place.

Of course, that's not really disappearing.

Prepared for this situation, the killer accurately slammed the dagger in a certain direction by capturing the subtle remnants in the air.In the next second, he turned 120 degrees on the spot, drew another knife from the cuff of his right hand, and slashed down——

"when--"

The sound of heavy metals colliding, rubbing against each other in a small space made a harsh sound.After Lackey saw the thing blocking his blade in front of him, his pupils shrank slightly for a moment.

——It's the wooden warehouse with his hand stuck on the back of his waist!

In the case of sufficient resources, it is absolutely impossible for a normal gun-handling killer to carry only one gun.

Even those who are confident in their shooting will prepare at least two wooden bins considering the convenience of action.

And the places where they used to hang their guns, no matter how reinforced or hidden they were, for the sake of easy access, they were actually those places.

After all, no matter how powerful a weapon is, if it cannot be taken out at a critical moment because it is stuffed too deep or too tightly... then it would be better to commit suicide by drinking a bullet in the first place.

Of course, there are also those pretenders who are not afraid of misfiring and hiding things in their pants or even their asses, although normal people may never understand their thoughts.

And in every sense, it is better not to understand.

All in all, as a confident killer, Lackey is indeed equipped with a two-handle wooden magazine in addition to the shooting rifle magazine on his back.

One at the waist and the other strapped under the ribs.

But now, the gun that was theoretically placed on his lower back was held horizontally by the girl, which accurately blocked his heavy blow.The similar materials were staggered after a brief friction, and a bloodstain appeared on the tiger's mouth of the girl's right hand at the same time.

A trace of light red oozes out of the skin and smudges along the lines of the palm.

This normal stress response made Lackey relax a little imperceptibly.

It seems that this girl is just quick-witted and doesn't have special abilities like King Kong Barbie.

At the same time he had this thought, the muzzle of the gun in that hand flipped, as if he hadn't aimed at all, and pulled the trigger in his direction!

Lackey: "—"

The man dodged the shot at the edge of a thousandth of a second, and the smell of burnt protein came to his nose.The shot said it missed, but it actually hit. The gunpowder from the muzzle grazed the upper edge of his temple, scorched the hair on that side, and left a burn mark on the skin.

But this little injury is completely...wrong!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The glass pierced by the bullet sent a piece of debris inside and outside the rear window.Compared with the sound of the gun with the silencer installed, this movement is enough to attract the attention of the people in the studio.

Oda Miyuki thought, but did not let go of the gun in his hand, still aiming firmly at the man three meters away.

From the very beginning, she knew that facing Lian Jiazi of the previous professional level, under the premise of a life-and-death struggle, even with a destructive personality like Hong Jiaodong, she might not be the victor.

What's more... Considering all kinds of restrictions, it is impossible for her to kill directly when she knows nothing about the enemy's situation.

So her purpose, from beginning to end, is to save her life.

When confronted through the door panel, it looked like she had plenty of leeway to escape.Even the two shots from the opponent seemed to be a warning.

But Oda Miyuki knew that that kind of marksmanship with killing intent... could not be just a so-called "warning".

【"When the gun is on you, never leave your back to your enemy unless you can survive by doing so."】

Many years ago, Oda Sakunosuke told Oda Miyuki.It's like how he taught her how to fight, how to shoot, how to face the crisis that may exist in her imagination, or may never appear in her life.

At that time, the former young killer decided not to kill any more and left his past job, but he didn't know how to become an "ordinary person".

So he picked up the girl who was about to die in the fire and raised her up.But without realizing it, he turned her into a... not so "ordinary" girl.

Then, since when did her father suddenly change his ways?

He opposes Xingsuke's ambition to enter an armed detective agency, refuses to give him a gun as a gift, and encourages Saku to apply for an art school.A man who is nearly 30 years old will not really force his children to do anything, but his expectations or choices are completely different from those of the boy back then.

What changed him?

When Oda Miyuki looked back at his memory, he could only capture a thick fog that covered him all year round.

She knew what was down there, just as she had approached the door of her house all these years and seen strangers who were unconscious but only slightly injured at most.

She picked up those people and saw the malice and suspicion in their eyes, but turned a blind eye to them.

If there were no accidents, she could have kept pretending like this forever.

The glass, which is not a bulletproof material, shattered into large and small crystals, reflecting a dazzling luster in the sun.Oda Miyuki looked at the stunned expression of the man opposite, and after a few seconds...it turned into a ferocious smile.

"Little devil, it's interesting." He said, like a wild beast in human skin, finally tearing off the skin, revealing the bright red flesh and fangs underneath, "Unfortunately, it's still too tender."

A puppet the size of a finger was thrown on the carpet between the two of them, and it undulated softly, "A certain old guy's supernatural power has no other effect, it just turns a certain range of space into an absolute confinement area." .”

At the same time, there was a slight sound of loading.The gun that was thrown back on the back was compared to the girl's forehead again:

"So, you can tell me now. What is your ability, so that you can 'see' here regardless of the rules of closed space, and even - break through from the outside?"

The girl looked at the muzzle of the gun silently.

It turned out that this is my "personality".

she thinks.

But why have I never...didn't realize it all these years ago.

——Did you really not realize it?

'The story of "Swan Lake" originated from folklore.Odette and Odile, black and white, true and false, are like 'crime' and 'punishment' among human beings.

They seem to be in a completely opposite relationship, they are life and death rivals in love, trying their best to get someone's love...'

A male voice read the story softly, but it wasn't the voice of her adoptive father when she was a child.His timbre is more feminine but still masculine.

Once the speaking time is too long, it will bring obvious guttural voice, as if it is in the period of voice change...

"boom--"

The next second, an unsilenced gunshot penetrated the small lounge.

Oda Miyuki did not move, because she knew that the shot was not directed in her direction.Lackey's face changed completely - the muzzle of his rifle was still pointing at Oda Miyuki, and the other hand had drawn out the last gun on his body, and pulled the trigger in the opposite direction.

Smoke slowly drifted out from the muzzle of the gun, but the place the target pointed to was empty.Kira changed the bullet with one hand, and his attention was completely diverted.

"come out."

His voice was cold, looking at where he shot.His tone sounded threatening, yet tense close to trembling.

It's like facing some huge monster.

"Humph."

A few seconds later, Oda Miyuki heard an inexplicably familiar...nasal voice from above.