There isn't much time.

Henderman is well aware of this.

Just now, as soon as Arnold uttered the word 'failure', he began to spread the maximum dose of neurotoxin--- which, unlike the previous use on Nars, was hallucinogenic but did not have the unconscious coma effect.

The reason for this is not only to prevent possible accidents, but also not to miss the opportunity.

Yes, it's dangerous, but it's also a rare opportunity. Killing Arnold, who is alone, can obtain a wealth that exceeds his current wealth a hundred times, and can make himself truly reach the top, such an opportunity will not be encountered in the future.

This kind of development is much better than continuing to be a subordinate--- even a senior subordinate. Even if it's a little risk, it's totally worth it.

Of course, what happened after that didn't go well. When Henderman fired, according to the normal time of the toxin's effect, Arnold's nerves should have been paralyzed, causing him to hallucinate. However, Arnold's two shots hit him in succession.

This should not be the protective effect of the position, but the protection given to him by Arnold's equipment. Perhaps, the time of the hallucinations will not last long, and this only time must be seized.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Arnold, not knowing what hallucination he had, fired two more shots.

Of course, nothing hit. Henderman looked at the other man, took out a bottle of analgesics with his barely able right hand, and drank it.

Subsequently, two gunshot wounds were still bleeding, but his arm was regained.

Yes, there is no need for medication to heal the wound at this time, it is enough to forget about the pain for a while and regain mobility.

Arnold's weakness is that although he can accurately find the timing of his attacks and has a lot of powerful equipment, he does not often participate in actual battles.

He is too accustomed to commanding others in battle, too accustomed to calmly winning victories--- which will lead to a shortcoming: in terms of combat experience, he is far inferior to himself.

This can be seen in the approach he has adopted. Ha! Something you want to ask! So attack the shoulders and hands and destroy the enemy's attack power!

Fighting, it's not such a calm thing! I'm going to do it more directly and crisply--- and I'll kill you with one blow!"

Hendman pulled out his musket.

Control is by no means without value.

Nars's dagger, very good, very good in this regard. Toxins used by oneself, whether it is functionality, applicability, stability, controllability... and so on, compared to those water-type magic, it is far inferior.

However, having mastered such power, Nales did not have the power that really mattered---- the power of a powerful one-time solution to the enemy.

Those fancy things, suitable for use in performances, on the field, can make those who see it happy. But in a real battle, you don't need that kind of thing. In real battles, you don't need any special effects to directly attack the enemy's weapons, and you can have strong attack power!

Guns, ammo, as long as there is one effect, it's fine! Strong attack power, that's enough!

He pulled out a bullet. Load, aim, fire.

All the movements were crisp and neat, and a moment later, the bullet hit Arnold.

Once again, a layer of shield resurfaced, blocking the flying bullets, as before.

But it was only temporary, and the next moment, the shell of the bullet, and the shield around it, clicked and shattered like glass. Then, inside the original bullet, a smaller bullet continued to --- Arnold's forehead in front of it, and flew away.

Arnold should be in a fantasy at the moment---- but only should. He turned his head, raised his pistol, and made a motion as if he wanted to shoot the flying bullet.

That's where instinct comes in. People who have been pampered for a long time, lack combat experience, and do not even have the necessary training, if they don't have a pistol, they may even grab bullets with their hands. As to whether these actions could be accomplished, and whether they would face other dangers when doing them, they did not have the slightest room to consider.

"Bang!" One shot into the soul. The bullet hit Arnold directly in the forehead, piercing through it, splattering a trail of blood. At the same time, two more bullets "Bang! "Bang! It struck Arnold in the throat and heart.

The deputy head of the regiment made a 'ho-ho' sound in his throat and fell backwards. A moment later, Henderman had appeared in front of him, the bayonet at the tip of the musket 'poof!' With a thud, he stabbed Arnold in the abdomen.

At the moment of the piercing, Henderman fired dozens of shots again. Arnold's body trembled under such an attack, and the moment the bullets ran out, Henderman let go of the musket, jumped to the side, and ran out of the curtain.

"Boom!" Behind him, the musket exploded.

Under such repeated attacks, no matter how you will die, it is impossible to survive.

Henderman didn't know how many defensive items Arnold had in his hands right now, and how much health he had. But even the most powerful creatures encountered in this scene before, those demonic beasts, could not withstand a series of attacks like themselves--- as long as they ate a full set, they would definitely die.

No matter how strong Arnold is, he is only a contractor. After all, the ability of the contractor has its limits.

If there is really something beyond his common sense, this action will inevitably hit him hard. In order to avoid Arnold's dying counterattack, it is wisest to flee outside first.

Well. Even if something happens, it doesn't matter. After escaping outside, it only takes a short time to regain his combat effectiveness, and even if he rushes out, he doesn't need to be afraid.

Thinking like this, he took out a bottle of life-restoring potion--- the effect of the painkiller was about to wear off, and now it was the right time to replenish his life.

Before he could run out of the curtain, he glanced around the corner.

Naars was still lying there, and Arnold might have taken out his anger on him if he had only been seriously injured.

But that's not about me. Although he didn't want to kill Nars, he was not obligated to save him. Now the key is to fight.

Thinking so, he burst out of the curtain. Then, Arnold was seen standing outside, holding his pistol aloft to his forehead.

Henderman was a little overwhelmed for a moment. What's going on? That Arnold inside is a fake? He had already escaped? But....

"That's amazing." In a panic, Arnold pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" With a thud, Henderman fell to the ground.