Chapter 86 The ultimate kill
Wei Chuanwu definitely has the ability to master firearms. His shooting posture is professional and his accuracy is amazing.
After killing four people out of desperation, he finally took advantage of the opportunity to jump up from the ground and confront the remaining two people with a gun.
He had already guessed that one of these two must be a real player.
And Wei Miao also knew that there were only two bullets left in his gun.
The psychological game between the two will determine the number of bullets Wei Miao will face.
On the invisible back of Wei Chuanwu's neck, the cross-shaped pupils suddenly opened. The two eyes overlapped in the center, and the pupils showed a strange "∞" shape.
Amidst the howling wind, the uncle moved first.
Hitting his right leg on the ground, he rushed out like an arrow, but his momentum was not sufficient, and it seemed that he was not using his full strength.
As Wei Chuanwu's thoughts whirled, he raised the gun body and waved it between Wei Miao and the uncle.
The two men's eyes followed the gun, and they saw that the muzzle of the gun was finally pointed at Wei Miao.
Wei Miao looked slightly surprised, and the uncle let out a low roar, his momentum suddenly increased, and he quickly approached him.
However, the silver-white gun body shifted for a moment like a phantom, and suddenly fired.
Before this, the "∞" of the cross's double pupils seemed to be flowing, faintly shining with blood.
Wei Miao stood still, but the uncle made a subconscious dodge action, and made a mistake in holding back his strength, and actually dodged the bullet by a hair's breadth.
Wei Chuanwu:? !
If he hadn't personally effected the good deeds, he would have thought that the good deeds were reborn and resurrected.
But after making a mistake once, he will not miss it a second time. In the blink of an eye, he had adjusted the angle and fired again! This time, the bullets thundered.
Judgment of life and death!
The uncle's body inertia had not been eliminated, and he was unable to change his dodge trajectory, so he was hit by this sudden shot.
The bullet penetrated between his eyebrows, almost opening a third of his skull, and one could even see the white brain inside, covered with thick bloodshot eyes.
The logistics uncle suddenly fell to the ground, blood spattered into a freehand abstract painting. The degree of bloodshed will leave a lifelong shadow on those with poor psychological quality.
Wei Chuanwu looked at him carefully and confirmed that he was too dead to die.
However, when he saw Wei Miao standing calmly opposite, he was confused for a moment.
Obviously, the player he has "never met" has some ability to control others and use them as cannon fodder. He has to judge whether she is a student girl or a logistics uncle.
All manifestations are predictions and counter-predictions.
Wei Chuanwu smiled at himself against the light.
He lost the bet.
A cheerful smile appeared on Wei Miao's face, and she was armed with the [Seventh Eye: Delirium-Breaking Butler] for the first time in front of others.
The red priest's robe wrapped tightly around her figure, and the loose hood cast a deep shadow, hiding her face. The long sleeves are tied at the wrists, making them loose but not affecting combat.
A bright red blade appeared in her hand, and a scarlet cross pupil appeared on her forehead. The ∞-shaped pupil was very mysterious.
"Good guy." Wei Chuanwu said with a smile, still pointing the pistol steadily at her, "Would you like to bet whether there are bullets in my gun?"
Although he smiled He was standing, but full of murderous intent.
He pulled out a close-fitting fruit knife from his belt, with a fierce posture ready to fight for his life. Wei Miao slowly approached him, holding the red blade in front of her chest: "I bet not."
Suddenly, she stepped hard with both feet and galloped towards him at a speed that exceeded that of top athletes. In the dim light, the trajectory showed a dizzying afterimage.
The distance between the two people increased from about ten meters to face to face in just one breath.
The pistol in Wei Chuanwu's hand disappeared. He waved the fruit knife with a bit of madness on his face. He actually struck first, holding it in his forehand, slashing from the top left to the right, straight into Wei Miao's face, trying to force her Back away.
However, compared to his spear skills, his sword skills were mediocre in the eyes of Wei Miao, who was proficient in fighting.
Wei Miao suddenly braked, leaned back, and dodged the fruit knife at an extremely precise distance. The tip of the knife was only five centimeters away from her throat.
At the lower third road where Wei Chuanwu was unprepared, his kick to the vagina was faster than his knife and hit the target reliably.
Wei Chuanwu's whole body froze, his expression was visibly tangled, and the movements of his hands were also a little frivolous.
Wei Miao's left hand reversed and twisted his elbow joint. In Wei Chuanwu's dilated pupils, the red blade held by Wei Miao's right hand penetrated from bottom to top, piercing his chin.
A flash of blood flashed! The fierce force caused the blade to penetrate almost the entire head, and blood spilled from the corners of Wei Chuanwu's mouth.
After a moment of severe pain, the lingering consciousness dissipated.
His final view showed the person in front of him with his mouth slightly raised. There was no trace of pride, only pure joy.
Wei Miao pulled out the red blade with force, bringing up a pool of blood.
The bright blade is the same color as blood.
Wei Chuanwu’s body slipped and fell to the ground. Wei Miao glanced at him, with a dense green light in her eyes and the subtle curvature of the corners of her mouth. People who didn’t know would think that all the corpses on the ground were hers. masterpiece.
In fact, yes, directly or indirectly, their final fate was within expectations.
She waved her hand, shook off the blood on the blade, and put it into the storage space.
The strange energy hovered above the magic circle, and the faint cries of ghosts seemed to bid farewell to all the dead. It will not stop functioning due to the death of the presiding officer, because it is already a half-completed ritual. After the prayers and feedback promises, the true completion of the circle has nothing to do with the presiding officer.
It was impossible to tell whether the bright red priest's robe was stained with blood, and she was finally able to unscrupulously reveal her identity as a member of the Eye Spirit Cult.
Wei Miao took over the ceremony.
She found a clean place to sit down in the strong smell of blood, and the passion of the game of life and death and fighting gradually cooled down.
The corner of her mouth fell back, and she held her head up and stared at the magic circle. The cold wind could not penetrate into her robe. In the darkness and silence, she felt at peace.
The battle against Wei Chuanwu relied not only on psychological games, but also cross double pupils, but Wei Chuanwu failed to see through the use of his ability.
The activation of future vision ignores real time, which means that it can not only be used for trial and error, but also a magical skill in combat. Of course, for those with rich combat experience, future vision is just the icing on the cake.
Compared with the rumored danger prediction, each has its own advantages. In combat, future vision can see the enemy's next move and respond in advance, but if the user fails to react to the imminent danger, the ability is useless. Danger prediction focuses more on avoiding unknown dangers.
The duration and frequency of future vision are limited, and Wei Miao only turns it on when necessary, such as when Wei Chuanwu chooses one of the two.
Before he made a choice, Wei Miao had already learned about his choice based on his presumption. The uncle was able to dodge bullets with miraculous skills, allowing Wei Chuanwu to fire his second shot, which will be regarded as indispensable in the future.
So she dared to bet, and the probability of winning was much greater than Wei Chuanwu.
(End of this chapter)