The Cycle of Worlds Begins with Naruto

"Although we haven't caught up with the pace of world development yet, at least we have to start preparing. The future world is an era of confrontation between superpowers, and we can't stand still."

"The risk is too great... If something goes wrong, no one can bear it..."

"It's as if the military can bear it when the monster Doomsday is rampant. In the end, it was not with the help of others that humans finally survived..."

The next day, Amanda took Rick to a special prison in person, where a special prisoner was imprisoned, Floyd Lawton, nicknamed the Death Shooter, who was best at using all kinds of firearms and could hit the target with every bullet.

How did such a strong criminal go to prison? It's a simple reason. He was unlucky enough to meet Batman in Gotham City, so he went to prison. Life in prison is not as good as outside. Floyd Lawton has been imprisoned for more than half a year, and no one has come to see him.

After all, Floyd Lawton only has one ex-wife and one child, and the child cannot visit him. His ex-wife hates Floyd and will not come to visit Floyd Lawton at all.

On this day, Floyd was taken to a shooting range near the prison by the guards. The reason why we know it is a shooting range is that this place is full of shooting targets. There are more than a dozen guns on the table in front of him, including pistols, submachine guns, rifles and even sniper rifles. The models of bullets are also various, neatly placed on the table.

"What do you want to see me for?" Floyd glanced at the guns on the table, "Are you here to select cheerleaders?"

Although Floyd Lawton said frivolously, his attention was on Rick, a white officer on the side, because Rick was the only one who spoke at the scene, but Floyd soon noticed that there was a black woman standing next to Rick, who was not tall but looked calm.

She was wearing a relatively fitted female outfit, but it was neither a military uniform nor a work outfit, which formed a sharp contrast with the clothes of the people around her.

Floyd almost instantly determined that this woman should be the leader of this meeting, but the specific matter still needed to be observed.

"I heard that you never miss a shot. Show me now. As long as you can really hit the target, you may have a chance to leave this stinking place later."

Rick signaled Floyd to leave and start the demonstration. Floyd stepped forward and picked up a pistol. The moment he touched it, Floyd seemed to come alive. He began to quickly load the magazine, load the gun, and point the gun at a prison guard next to him.

This prison guard was potbellied. He usually beat or scolded Floyd and often made trouble for Floyd. If Floyd hadn't wanted to go out and meet his daughter after serving his sentence, he would have thought of a way to kill this damn prison guard.

"Go ahead, there's a bullet in the gun, you can try it!" Rick not only did not stop Floyd at the critical moment, but encouraged Floyd instead.

"Shit!" The prison guard cursed. No matter who was pointed at the head by a gun, it would not be a good experience. The prison guard also knew that Floyd was a madman who never missed a shot.

Of course, the other prison guards also aimed their guns at Floyd, and the scene was deadlocked in an instant.

"Everyone put down your guns, everyone!" Rick started to mediate at this time, but it was obvious that someone on both sides had to give in first. The prison guards had to obey Rick's orders, because Rick and Amanda were their superiors now.

"Everyone put down your guns!" After the prison guard spoke, the other prison guards also put down their guns. At this time, Floyd smiled and asked: "Sir, it seems that I won this time. Can my dinner be served normally today? If there is a problem again, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

But he was obviously too lazy to pay attention to the madman in front of him. It was not Floyd but his superior who really put the prison guard in danger.

"Colonel, I just said that this person is extremely emotionally unstable. If anything unexpected happens, you will be responsible. And Amus, if I am killed by Floyd, you help me kill him, and then you must clear my browsing history after I die. Do you understand what I mean?"

At the critical moment, the prison guards directly began to explain their future lives, especially emphasizing their browsers. Except for Amanda, who was a woman, the rest of the people present were men, and they knew very well what would appear in a man's browser.

As the saying goes, you are not afraid of being torn to pieces, but you must leave a clear name in the world, so the browser history must be cleared.

"Okay, youStop acting in front of me. You should clean up your browser history yourself. Let me guess if there is something wrong with this pistol? Is the bullet a blank? The weight seems a little wrong, or is there something wrong with the rifling? Even if I really pull the trigger, nothing will happen in the end. "

"Yes, of course they are all fake. How could we hand over a gun to a notorious murderer? Pull the trigger and empty the bullets." Amanda not only did not explain but began to provoke Floyd.

"No, no, no, don't forget that we have known each other for nine months, and you have a child who can..."

Before the prison guard finished speaking, Floyd pointed the gun to the sky and pulled the trigger - the result was a crisp gunshot.

"The damn bullet is real!" The prison guard was almost scared to death. I don't know who prepared real bullets in the magazine. Even Floyd didn't expect that he would give a sharpshooter and a criminal a pistol with full bullets.

"You are really crazy! Even crazier than me! "But Floyd did not put down the pistol in his hand but aimed at the target in the distance--

"Dangdangdangdang" the crisp sound of shooting continued to come, each of Floyd's bullets hit the target in front of him accurately, and each bullet hit the target's eyebrows. The next moment, the bullets were still the same. When a round of bullets was finished, a small hole had been made in the eyebrows of the human-shaped target, and no bullet deviated.

Then Floyd excitedly changed a rifle, still aiming at the target's eyebrows, and another hole appeared after a round of bullets. Then Floyd gave full play to his strength, tried almost all the guns, and shot through all the targets.

Each target only had a bullet in the eyebrows, and there was not even a scratch on the rest of the target. This is the origin of the name of the Death Shooter.