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"Hakim, it seems that this fellow has become stronger again. I really can't hold him off for long; you all better hurry!" Hakim rubbed his shoulder, which had been injured during the encounter with that mysterious figure, and looked at the Gray-Clad Man who stepped into the room with a heavy expression, appearing no different from an ordinary person.
The earlier gunfire from a handgun had already indicated that it was of little use. Now, he held a discarded steel pipe in his hand, swinging it a couple of times to gauge its weight.
This time, he sought not to kill but merely to buy some time for the others to break through the gap. As for how to escape once the gap was breached, that would depend on the remaining Bait and the two unused grenades they still had.
Standing in his shadow, Yang Xiaoyou did not seize the opportunity to fire before the enemy closed in. Undoubtedly, the .50 caliber handgun in his hand was one of the few ranged weapons capable of threatening the opponent, but its rate of fire and remaining ammunition were significant limitations.
Before revealing his shooting ability, timing the first shot was crucial.
On the other side, Afeifa, who lacked both strength and cutting skills, also drew her handgun. Perhaps fearing to attract hatred, she, like Yang Xiaoyou, only aimed without firing. The involuntary tremor in her wrist betrayed her current state of mind.
Clearly, this Agent Sister, who was quite attractive in both figure and appearance, had limited potential to contribute during this distraction.
"Want to hold me back? Even if you manage to cut open an exit, what then? Tsk tsk, what a delightful scent. Before long, some of you may become my companions. Such outstanding individuals will surely far surpass those filthy scum," said the Gray-Clad Captain as he stepped onto a decayed stool and crushed it underfoot with a look of ecstasy on his face.
He seemed utterly unconcerned about the cutting that was nearing completion on their side.
Just as Hakim intended to respond with a few words to buy some time through dialogue, he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of danger as he opened his mouth. Instinctively, he sidestepped and raised the steel pipe defensively.
In an instant, an irresistible force surged through his wrist holding the pipe. His legs left the ground entirely as he was propelled toward Beside.
The discarded steel pipe let out a groan under the strain.
Hakim's body crashed through Beside's broken table and continued to slam against the wall. As he tried to speak but was interrupted forcefully, a foul odor seeped through the mask covered in strange liquid that clung to his face.
This was quickly replaced by a rush of metallic blood scent.
After hitting the wall and falling down, he barely managed to stay upright by propping himself up with the steel pipe. The makeshift weapon he had intended to use now bore a terrifying dent in its middle; it was easy to imagine that if he had been wielding a knife or handgun instead, his arm would have suffered similarly.
However, just as the Gray-Clad Captain took advantage of stirring hope within his opponent to close in for an attack and capitalize on his success, he instinctively felt a throbbing sensation at his temple.
It felt as if an attack capable of threatening his very existence was imminent, forcing him to abruptly change direction and vanish from his original spot.
When he reappeared, he had already distanced himself from Hakim's direction and stood firm, his expression fluctuating as he gazed at the figure hidden in the shadows. "I never would have guessed it would be you who gave me this feeling."
"You're too kind." The figure, calmly holding a handgun with its muzzle subtly aimed at the opponent, was Yang Xiaoyou. He spoke in a steady tone, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, his eyes filled with indifference.
The large-caliber handgun seemed somewhat disproportionate in his hands, yet here he stood. This presence alone caused the Gray-Clad Captain, who could have directly pursued and eliminated Hakim, to hesitate momentarily.
At this moment, most of his attention had shifted entirely to this armed 'informant.' The earlier threat of death was undeniably real!
Yang Xiaoyou, Hakim, and the Gray-Clad Captain formed a perfect triangular standoff.
Supporting himself against the deformed steel pipe, Hakim managed to rise again, surprise and suspicion flashing in his eyes. There was no doubt he understood that his opponent had not seized the opportunity to finish him off; the informant who had brought so many surprises played a crucial role.
Casting a glance at the opponent who should have been defeated but was now standing again, and then at the half-cut cage, a glimmer of coldness crossed Gray Robe's eyes.
The seemingly delicate young man with a trembling grip on the gun—each tremor indicated the direction in which his heart was preparing to act! Though it appeared to shake occasionally, each movement sealed off all possible escape routes!
Even if the opponent fired now, he might not be able to evade it. While he could disregard those caliber firearms, a black hole created by bullets piercing through concrete walls was not something he could easily withstand.
The missile launcher with its unlaunched missile posed the greatest deterrent. To Gray Robe, that handgun held similar significance.
If it fired, given the recoil and the time needed for the bullet to chamber automatically, he would have enough time to make judgments and avoid danger. However, the pressure brought by being aimed at now was even greater!
"Hey, it seems you're quite confident in your shooting skills. But with my powers fully enhanced, even your firearm can't threaten me!" It seemed he had realized that leaving this group without paying a price was impossible; a fierce expression began to emerge on Gray Robe's face.
"You can try," Yang Xiaoyou replied without a hint of emotion. Yet Gray Robe seized this opportunity to execute his old strategy once more.
He erupted into unprecedented speed as if he had vanished into thin air. At the same time, a cruel thought flashed through his heart: "These lowly humans! The trash system linked to sound and breath! As long as they open their mouths, they will inevitably reveal fleeting flaws! Perhaps for others it’s difficult to catch these flaws! But for someone like me who has been fully enhanced, it's as easy as eating!"
However, just as Heart had this thought, a perfect Z-shaped arc flickered, ready to bring the target into attack range and unleash a terrifying blow to shred that frail body—Gray Robe.
As the arm swung into action, poised to strike in sync with the steps, what came into view was only the hollow gun filled with the aura of death.
"This is impossible!"
Having executed a perfect feint and a flawless evasion, with speed that showcased a perfect arc, he should have seen the astonished expression on his opponent's face! The contrast to the script was too great!
Bang!
In the slow-motion moment, a bullet spun out of the chamber, slicing through the air behind it with a distortion.
Thanks to the severe distortion of his movements and the shift in his center of gravity, Gray Robe barely managed to evade a fatal hit to his head. The bullet grazed past, blasting off his entire left ear and sending it flying into the air!
For an ordinary person, an ear injury would directly affect the balance system of the human body, causing dizziness and making it impossible to stand. Yet Gray Robe took this hit head-on; aside from some awkward movements and a shift in balance, he still maintained an attacking posture.
It seemed he wanted to capitalize on the recoil and return to launch another attack, achieving his initial goal.
However, the powerful recoil of a .50 caliber handgun, which would typically require most people to use both hands, showed no signs of affecting him at all.
That seemingly frail Palm remained as steady as an iron claw without any movement.
Once the second bullet entered the chamber, he fired again without any sign of hesitation! It was as if the interval between shots was merely due to the mechanical structure of the handgun; his control had reached its peak!
Perhaps under normal circumstances, Gray Robe could have seized this fleeting opportunity. But clearly, that did not apply now when his movements were distorted and his balance unstable!
If the first shot allowed him to maintain an attacking stance,
the second shot forced him into defense! Taking it on his shoulder while off-balance, the impact from the bullet exposed even greater flaws in his already distorted movements.
"No!" It seemed that Gray Robe sensed the threat of death, exerting all his strength to shift from a defensive stance to one of extreme survival, barely evading the third shot that followed.
Moreover, this shot didn't even graze him, leaving Heart feeling a wave of relief; the recoil from the opponent's arm must have reached its limit as well.
However, before this thought could fully form, with the sound of the fourth gunshot, his entire head exploded like a watermelon!
Watching the rapid reversal of events, Hakim felt his heart leap into his throat and was momentarily dumbfounded.
The perfect trajectory control and rhythm management meant that the first three shots were all in service of the fourth shot. The moment the first shot was fired, the outcome of the fourth shot was already determined!
Being targeted by that strange informant with a gun was akin to being marked for death.
Confrontation, response, gunfire, headshot—Yang Xiaoyou executed each action fluidly and seamlessly. After firing four shots, he naturally ejected the Magazine and replaced it with a new one.
At the same time, he gracefully retreated, his expression unchanged as he looked at the headless body that still stood upright.
Just after he stepped back, an eerie scream erupted from the severed neck of that body, a sound so high-pitched it seemed to penetrate eardrums. The air around them rippled with invisible waves due to the frequency of that scream.
Nearby, Afifah found her entire body swaying under the strain!
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