Shoot!

Don't care where the muzzle is pointed, just shoot!

At the critical moment when consciousness gradually blurred, Misda's mind was only left with such an absurd voice.

And he finally chose to believe the voice.

Because of the heavy pressure on his arm, he couldn't lift the muzzle of the gun, let alone turn around and point the muzzle at the silver-haired man behind him, so Misda could only move the arm holding the gun with difficulty, sticking the muzzle out of his body for a small bit.

Bang!

With a crisp pop, the bullet that had pinned Misda's last hope whistled out.

At this time, the barrel of Misda's pistol is firmly attached to the ground and remains parallel to the ground.

Under normal circumstances, the bullet will fly close to the ground for a period of time after flying out of the muzzle, and then immediately hit the hard ground due to the ballistic fall, and finally hit a small crater in the ground without any achievements, turning into a ricochet like a headless fly.

However, the current situation has nothing to do with the word "normal".

A normal bullet is like a wild horse that has been slapped on the butt, and then runs wherever it goes.

And on the bullet that Misda shot at this moment, there were three small bullet "knights" attached to it.

They are none other than Misda's stand-in, the sexy pistol.

In order to save Misda from danger, the villain No.1, who was the captain, personally led two companions, No.2 and No.3, and rode on the bullet together.

Like brave steppe warriors, they steered the wild Humvee, driving the bullets to turn their way according to their wishes.

In this way, the bullet that originally flew out in parallel with the ground suddenly became like the nuclear warhead held by Iron Man in the New York War of "The Avengers", which suddenly changed the flight trajectory of the parallel direct flight, not to mention, and flew straight up to the sky.

And that's just the beginning.

Like a roller coaster in a playground, the bullet soared into the air like a full-powered roller coaster, first drawing a beautiful arc in the air that was almost an ellipse, turning a 270-degree bend, and then bombarding downward in a near-vertical trajectory.

In this way, the target of this bullet becomes...

Apaki's Celestial Spirit Cover.

"What?!"

Apache noticed Misda's shooting, and just in time to hear the unusual sound of the sky breaking overhead.

Sensing the danger, his hair stood on end, and he hurriedly loosened the restraint on Misda under him, and rolled to the side with all his strength to dodge.

Fortunately, the bullet has been able to travel much slower after this forced ballistic correction.

Apaki dodged sideways in time with his sturdy and agile body, and although he couldn't completely avoid the sudden blow, he also held his vital point perfectly, only letting the bullet graze his arm.

His beloved black coat was mercilessly torn open by bullets, and scarlet blood gushed out.

"It's... The muzzle of his gun was pointed in the opposite direction, but in the end, the bullet inexplicably hit me! ”

Apaji's face became extremely ugly, not because of the pain of the injury, but because he was aware of Misda's stand-in ability:

"This guy's stand-in ability..."

"Is it manipulating the trajectory of a bullet?!"

Just think about it a little and you know that this ability is terrifying:

Most of the body stand-ins are mortals who can't bear bullets, and even if they fight against ordinary gunmen, they have to find a way to avoid their edge for a while before making plans.

Now when you suddenly encounter such a "sharpshooter" who is 100% in the turn of a self-aiming lock bullet, it is inevitable that you will have a headache for a while.

And Apaki is in an even worse situation:

His stand-in Melancholy Blues ability is biased towards support and scouting, and his power is not as strong as his own body, making it unsuitable for frontal combat.

"Damn it!"

Apaki couldn't help but scold her mother in her heart:

"I used so much force when I just sneaked up on it, even a cow should be knocked unconscious!"

"A sharpshooter with rough skin and thick flesh who can't be stunned, how should I deal with it?"

It definitely won't work to go up directly with A.

Although the distance between the two is only a short meter, it takes half a second for Apaki to shoot with his bare hands, and Misda, who doesn't need to aim to shoot, only needs to pull the trigger at will.

Running away directly is even more death.

No matter how good his physique is, no matter how fast he moves, he can't be faster than the opponent's bullets.

"What to do..."

Apaki's brain raced.

Misda, on the other hand, had just been freed from the pressure, and was now staring at Apaki on guard, while taking a big breath of fresh air to adjust his mental state.

He didn't bother to shoot in pursuit, which gave Apaki a chance to breathe.

In the midst of this, he thought of a way to protect himself and even turn the tide of the battle.

"Die!"

Apaki let out a loud roar on purpose, drawing Misda's full attention.

But in the midst of this roar, it wasn't Apaki's fist that swung into Misda's face, but...

"Blood?"

Looking at the handful of blood flying straight into her eyes, Misda instinctively felt a little sick.

He hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, but he still couldn't stop the pervasive blood.

"Obscuring my view with blood? It's really a trick! ”

"But you're mistaken..."

Misda vigorously wiped her blood-stained eyes and shouted as she raised her other gun-wielding arm:

"Even if I can't see it, my bullets can still hit you!"

After regaining consciousness, Misda, who had completely awakened the ability of the stand-in, was as if she had been instilled with memories by some mysterious force, not only mastering her own stand-in ability in just a few breaths, but also knowing the name of the stand-in born from her subconscious:

"Do it, scrap his hands and feet-"

"Sexy pistol!"

As soon as the words fell, Misda pulled the trigger twice in succession.

The two villains, No.5 and No.6, each riding a bullet, galloped out at Misda's command.

Because Misda was reluctant to kill casually, they did not aim at the more lethal and more lethal skull, instead of aiming at Apaki's hands and feet, unlike their previous autonomous actions in the emergency.

By this time, Apaki had already run several meters away.

He didn't even think about chasing after using the trick of "staining his eyes with blood", but took advantage of the temporary chaos caused by this trick and ran desperately in the direction of the deep ruins behind.

"Suddenly hit me so hard..."

"Do you want to run away now?"

Misda, who has experienced a crisis and awakened a stand-in, suddenly got rid of the idleness and lackedness, and had a sharper edge.

It was not a good thing to let the tiger go back to the mountain, and he instinctively wanted to leave the silver-haired man in front of him, who had shown strong hostility towards him:

"It's useless, you can't be faster than my bullets!"

So saying, he followed after him.

At the same time, the two bullets roared out under the control of the two villains, No.5 and No.6, and pulled out two beautiful spiral arcs in mid-air.

Hearing the gunshots, Apaki tried his best to dodge, but in the end, he only managed to avoid a little position with his physical skills, allowing the two bullets that should have been embedded in his hands and feet to fly out of his flesh and blood.

Even so, the bullet abrasion was not pleasant.

He had been shot three times, and the blood gushing out of his clothes had stained half of his clothes red.

Although these three shots did not hurt the muscles and bones, the sharp pain of flesh and blood still seriously affected Apaki's actions.

He endured the pain and struggled to flee deeper into the ruins, but his speed inevitably slowed down a lot.

"Stop!"

Misda raised his gun in pursuit, yelling and threatening, "I'll shoot again!" ”

One more shot was the fourth shot, and Misda felt unlucky, but he didn't want to fire it.

But Apaki didn't stop at all, and he continued to run away.

Misda ran a few steps forward, then raised her pistol with a hard heart, ready to pull the trigger again.

But at this time, the other party stopped.

Misda then stopped, cautiously pointing a gun at Apaji:

"How... Have you given up resistance? ”

"Nope."

Apaki covered his injured arm and slowly turned around:

"Keep my eyes open and take a good look..."

"Stinky boy, it's you who are in a desperate situation now!"