On the ice wall, Yanagihara and De Rosso hung in mid-air.

The cable swayed, and De Rosso opened a paint bucket around his waist and dipped a brush into it.

"Are you sure?" Yanagihara tried to keep his body as steady as he could, clinging to the protruding ice with his hands.

"Of course." After gradually getting used to this sense of suspension, De Rosso seemed to slowly calm down.

I saw him smile confidently, look at the ice and say.

"This painting has been painted in my mind countless times these days, and you can't go wrong."

As he spoke, he pressed the brush in his hand against the ice, wiping out a light blue mark.

Yanagihara raised his head, looked at the smile on the young man's face, and raised his eyebrows.

The young man at this moment had a pair of fiery eyes, so hot that they were like two flames, burning Yanagihara's cold heart.

The two stayed on the ice wall until late evening, and seeing that it was getting dark, Yanagihara informed Maika and the others to pull him and De Rosso back up the cliff.

Kent had already prepared dinner, and several people sat around the fire for a warm dinner.

De Rosso smiled and said that the amount of work completed today was far beyond expectations, which made the faces of Maika and the others relax a lot.

After all, this at least shows that the current approach is feasible.

Al is still working on how to use the rifle, and lately, the girl seems to be enjoying it more and more.

Looking at her, Yanagihara even had the feeling of looking at Angelica when she was a child.

However, there is a slight difference between the two, Angelica prefers to modify firearms, while Al, prefers to use firearms.

She might be able to be a good shooter, but Yanagihara doesn't have that in mind.

"Eat first." Handing a can of broth and a nutrient to Al's hand, Yanagihara said lightly.

Yanagihara would give Al a nutrient every three days, something that everyone in the team knew, and Jester complained enviously that he didn't have the opportunity to eat such expensive things when he was a child.

"Hmm." Al obediently lowered his rifle and took the food.

But then, she looked at Yanagihara again, was silent for a moment, and asked out loud.

"Yanagihara, when can I practice shooting?"

"Hmmm······" Yanagihara seemed to think for a while, and then gave an indefinite answer.

"Wait until you feel like you need to shoot."

As for what is needed and what is not, it is up to Al to think about it.

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A few more days like this passed, and Yanagihara stayed on the ice wall with De Rosso every day, and more and more paint was applied to the ice wall, and it gradually took on the appearance of a piece of sky.

It was snowing lightly in the early morning, and in the plain under the hills, five wild dogs ran through the snow in search of food.

As the lowest hunters of the ice field, they have the widest range of activities. At the same time, perhaps because they are good at running, they also have excellent meat quality.

As the wild dogs passed by a snowy slope, four figures in heavy winter suits suddenly stood up in the snow.

The figure held a loaded rifle in his hand, and the next moment, a dense burst of gunfire resounded in the snowfield.

"Bang bang bang!"

When the last few shots had subsided, the five wild dogs had fallen to the ground without a sound.

"Whew!" Jester said as he lifted the visor from his helmet and moved his shoulders with a smile.

"I can finally improve my food today."

"Hara, happy cooperation." Maika stood aside and nodded at Yanagihara.

Truth be told, it was pretty much the easiest hunt he'd ever experienced.

Whether it's tracking down prey, choosing an ambush site, or firing a final salvo, Yanagihara has shown an extraordinary quality as a hunter.

If it weren't for her, it would have taken a lot of effort for the three of them to kill the five wild dogs head-on.

"Well, nice to work with." Yanagihara responded, putting the rifle back on his back.

"Haha, if you're not going to the east, I'll definitely invite you to join us, Hara." Kent laughed heartily twice and patted the snowflakes on his body.

"You say this will only bother Yuan, okay, don't talk about this, you say what we have to eat today." Jester crouched on the ground, fiddling with the carcass of the wild dog, his eyes lit up.

"How's the barbecue?"

He was already driven crazy by Kent's broth.

"I think it's good." At the mention of barbecue, Yanagihara's mood seemed to be a little better, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and a stray hair on the top of his head was accompanied by a gust of blowing breeze, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Ha, the excess can also be made into bacon and stored, which is much better than those jerky, which is about to become moldy." Jester seemed to have seen the food in front of him, and couldn't wait to carry the carcass of a wild dog on his back.

At this time, Yanagihara, who was standing not far from him, suddenly reached his waist, took out a revolver, and pulled the trigger in his direction.

"Bang bang!" Two gunshots, almost in unison, rang out.

Jester crouched on the ground in a daze, looking at Yanagihara and the muzzle of the pistol that was still smoking white.

He could clearly feel that two bullets wrapped in heat had grazed his cheeks for a split second, and then hit a target behind him.

"Whew." It must have been the whimper of a wild dog.

Jester stiffened his head and looked in the direction the voice was coming from.

There, a wild dog was lying on the ground, its right front leg had been broken, and a bloody hole had been cut in its forehead, and blood was gurgling outward.

"Fake." Jester's legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

"Yuan, are you trying to kill me?"

"Didn't I say that?" Yanagihara lightly put away the pistol: "I usually don't joke with other people's lives, you can trust me." ”

"But those two bullets were no more than two centimeters from my head." Jester swallowed, trembling and holding out two fingers.

"I'm pretty confident in my marksmanship." Yanagihara raised an eyebrow, obviously not taking this matter to heart.

And if she hadn't shot it just now, the wild dog would have scratched Jester's neck with his claws.

"Damn, I know I owe thank you, but why do I always have the feeling that you're communicating."

Jester didn't sit still, leaned against the carcass of the wild dog, and said with a scared expression.

He assured that it was the first time he had ever been so close to death.

Just a little bit, those two bullets would blow his dog's head off.

"You see, I can actually get the bullet a little closer to you." Yanagihara reluctantly responded.

And so it was, with her marksmanship, she could have gotten the bullet stick to Jester's face.

"Do you need me to prove it to you?"

"No, no need, thank you." Jester hurriedly raised a hand, stopping Yanagihara from trying to pull out his gun again.

Standing in the back, Maika and Kent glanced at each other, and they could both see the wry smile and shock in each other's eyes.

They had never seen such marksmanship as Yanagihara, and the wild dog suddenly burst out from behind the snow slope, its outstretched paws only a centimeter from Jester's neck.

But in that case, Yanagihara was able to draw his gun in time and shoot off the dog's front paws, and at the same time fire a second shot to take the dog's life.

There was almost no pause in aiming.

This kind of gunnery is no longer understandable with ordinary common sense.

If it were to be used on people, it would probably be able to take the lives of two people in an instant.

However, both Maika and Kent can see that this may not be Yanagihara's limit.

How many shots, three, four, or more shots this terrible hunter could fire in a split second, who knows.

Maybe this is the real shooter, and to them, they can only be regarded as using firearms.

As for Yanagihara, she already plans to use firearms as much as possible to solve problems in the rest of her journey.

After all, she didn't want to expose her unusual physical condition.

For this, maybe she should look for another hat?

That might be a little bit more of a gunner.