Shooting at close range, it's terrible. Of all the shootings, close-range shooting was the worst...... Maybe not, maybe you should add sniping, sniping at a very long distance - the kind of thing where you don't know where the other person is, who they are, why you put a valuable bullet into your inconsequential head, and then get a valuable bullet into your own inconsequential head without any preparation at all. And then you're dead.

Of course, you may also survive. There are few examples of people who have survived bullets in the brain, but there are some of them. These guys are the lucky ones in the absolute sense of the word.

But shooting at close range is a different story than sniping. Dodging bullets is not a difficult task for some experienced specific people, and there is only one trick – keep moving. But having said that, there should actually be a little more to add, that is, in the process of keeping moving, "don't let the other person predict your next move, don't let him guess where you will appear in the next moment". If you can do it, then no bullet will be able to hit you except luck.

No, of course, there are other circumstances that make an exception – such as a shooting at close range. As for the reason, it is also very, very simple, because the "close" shooting at close range will leave you too little "reaction time", and the "bullet speed" is too fast, so theoretically the shooting at close range will always achieve the result that the shooter wants. Unless the gunman is an infant or an elderly person or a sick person. In this hellish world, anything can happen.

There is also a possibility that a close-range shot will not have the desired effect, and that is that the muzzle of the gun is pointed at the wrong object. Because some people – some – often experience similar things, the body has developed a peculiar conditioned reflex that is triggered in certain situations, and the muscles react before the brain reacts – unless the brain reacts before it does, and for some special reason paralyzes the muscles and makes them passively unable to perform their duties.

Ed felt that this should be the reason why Shilo didn't dodge in time at that moment, but stood there motionless like a fool. It's not that she didn't react, but because she reacted, the speed of the reaction was too fast, and the brain processed the information and data received too fast, and the result was a fatal effect.

It wasn't until Ed knocked the tithing away, to the bullet that pierced his shoulder, to the blood splattered onto the back of the sofa chair in the back of the living room, to the pain that rippled through his body like an electric current from the wound. It's not fast, but it's not slow.

Before he had time to curse, Ed turned his head to look at the gunman - of course, of course, what kind of fantasy or extravagant hope could he have? From the unbelievable performance of the tithe, you can already think of the unique puzzle answer for this option.

Susan. It's her, and it can only be her. She had the gun in her hand, the saki 3977, the saki 3977 that the tithe gave her, the 3977 that the tithe gave her for self-defense—she used the gun to pull the trigger on the tithe. And when the first shot was missed because of Ed's interference, her calm gaze was deflected and focused on Ed's body.

"Bang-"

In the second shot, Susan's muzzle is down, and a bullet goes into Ed's thigh. Ed immediately let out a muffled grunt of pain, and fell to the ground on his side. The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, but he still held the gunshot wound on his leg with the palm of his arm that could use strength. Susan's shot was shot in a very delicate position, right in the artery of the leg, and if the bleeding was not stopped in time, Ed would soon go into shock due to excessive blood loss and die. Probably because of the long contact with a good surgeon, this girl also has some basic medical knowledge herself, and knows how to limit the other person's movement to the greatest extent without killing someone.

She didn't want Ed dead, she just wanted him to get in the way again. Immediately afterward, she raised her hand and pointed her gun at the tithing again.

"I'm sorry, sister." She whispered, a glint of sadness flashing in her moist eyes. Then she pulled the trigger again.

"Bang-"

There was no one to help Ti Luo stop the bullets this time, and it stands to reason that Ti Luo didn't need anyone to help her block the bullets, she could easily dodge Susan's shot if she wanted to, and then calmly dodge her pistol, break her wrists, and screw her head off her neck like a screw cap - but she didn't. She didn't do anything, she just watched Susan raise her hand, watched her point the gun at herself, watched the bullet come out of the boring.

Then she collapsed, on the floor next to Eddard, her lips closed and her face taut, her eyes wide open and their pupils narrowly shrunk beneath the thick dark purple curtain. She was still alive, and Susan didn't kill her, she just broke her knee.

Ed on the side was oozing cold sweat on his forehead, and he kept snorting cold air one by one. He was dying of pain, and his already exhausted body was now close to its limit. He had already noticed that he was slowly starting to darken in front of his eyes.

Susan walked over, put down her pistol, muzzle facing the floor, and glanced down at Eddard and at Tire—both of them looked at her, but neither spoke. Neither did she, she just turned back with a silent and sad calm, walked in front of Pierce, and reached out to pull him up.

"Let's go." She said.

"So we're going to let them go?" Pierce asked, tilting his head and squinting at the two Eddard, who had turned into chopping board fish again. The corners of his mouth were bleeding and the side of his chin was swollen. The power of the tithes was very heavy.

Susan glanced at Pierce, didn't say anything, and slapped him in the face neatly, right on the swollen side.

"I said, let's go." She repeated what she had just said, looked at Pierce with indifferent eyes without blinking, and then turned directly and walked towards the entrance.

Pierce felt the pain. He maintained the same posture as he had been fanned for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at Susan's back, at the ponytail flicking behind her back. He closed his open mouth and grinned.

"I like this girl." He said that the voice was not loud or small, just enough for the two people at his feet to hear. But he didn't look at the two of them again, but followed directly, followed behind Susan, and disappeared out the door.

Tithes watched Susan and Pierce leave, and neither of them looked back at the end, but walked straight out, as if nothing had happened. Then, the face that had been strained suddenly collapsed. She opened her mouth, coughed violently, and inhaled between her teeth. Her lips trembled slightly, her eyelids blinked twice, and her gaze was sloppy and condensed. Then she suddenly turned to the rear.

Something wasn't right, something wasn't quite right, the air was filled with a fresh smell of death, and the smell of blood was silently stronger than a little bit...... Ed doesn't seem to be moving?

Holding back the pain in his knees, Shijlo sat up and flipped Eddard, who had his back to him, so that he was on his back - his eyes were closed, and the blood from his shoulders and thighs had pooled beneath him. Especially on his legs, his pants were already half-soaked, and the rich scarlet color was already showing a sticky feeling.

He's going to die. With the vast clinical experience of his senior surgeons, Tia Luo made a simple and clear judgment that if this man was allowed to lie here like this without anyone doing anything, he would soon die. His breathing will stop, his heart will stop beating, and the warm blood will become his last bed, carrying him to the end of the world, the end of time.

It seemed a little too blissful, too unfit for a guy like Eddard who was supposed to be a frozen floating corpse floating in the empty universe like dust burning into a scattered wisp of light smoke on the surface of the star.

Shilo gasped lightly, reached out and unfastened his tactical belt, tied it to the base of Eddard's injured leg, and pulled it tightly.

She's saving Eddard's life, and her simple measures have certainly saved Eddard's life. She didn't quite know what she was doing it for, just as she didn't know what Ed was doing all this for. It stands to reason that she has a genuine heart of stone, but in Ed's body she senses something different. Something touched her about the man who was full of witticisms from beginning to end, but the problem was that she wasn't sure what it was.

She wanted to find out. She needs Ed alive. She heard a siren from downstairs.

Leaning back against the armrest of the couch, Tilo adjusted his posture and pulled Ed's body over him, holding him in his arms, letting his head rest on his chest, helping him press the wound on his shoulder. Her eyes were half-open, she breathed slowly, and her silver-black pupils dimmed. Even though everything in front of her was still clear, and all her senses were still sharp, she didn't seem to want to move anymore.

She doesn't want to fucking move anymore.

A few minutes later, Marcy, with a pistol in both hands, rushed into the room like a gust of wind. She gasped slightly, looking fairly calm, obviously running all the way up the stairs from the bottom of the building, maybe because the damn elevator was full, or maybe it was because she didn't bother that time to find the damn elevator at all.

She entered the room and saw the miserable situation in the room, and also saw Ed who was holding Eddard, and Tithing who was holding Eddard. Shilo's face was expressionless, and he slowly raised his eyes, and the eyes of the two women collided in the air.