Is it solved? I opened my eyes wide and saw through the hollow of the cloak to see what was behind Shirai. The cloak suddenly became light and fluttering, and when the night wind blew it, it tilted towards one end, and there was no substance under the flying cloth.

Dodge? Where is it? I don't understand how he dodged the blow, he disappeared from my eyes as if by magic.

Just as my gaze began to drift, a scream came from the side. The soldiers of the Fangou unit were slashed on the shoulders by Tomie's chainsaw. Tomie's movements were very large, and while the chainsaw in his hand cut off, his body also squatted, and a translucent sphere suddenly appeared at the height where his head was originally located.

The terrible wounds on the soldier's body dragged all the way to his waist, and the blood seemed to spurt out of a high-pressure faucet. As soon as the upper half of his body broke away, he was grabbed by Tomie and thrown hard at the man in the trench coat behind him.

"Ah Chuan, left!" She was especially energetic in warning me.

My gaze immediately shifted to the left, and there was no outline of any human figure in the scope with thermal perspective. But I trusted Tomie more than what I saw, so I gave up the scope and looked directly at the situation in that direction with the naked eye. Because of the car blocking the center of the road, the viewing angle is a little narrow, and the moon is obscured by fluttering clouds, and the already hazy earth seems to be darkened as if the curtain is closed.

Whew – the sound of the wind.

Something seemed to be stirring in the dark corners, where the shadows were dragging and where the slopes were gradually sinking into the pavement, the weeds swaying, the branches swaying, the sand and gravel rolling.

There he was—the premonition grew stronger, and I stood up and pulled out my dagger. Hiding in the dark, Shirai is an assassin with extraordinary abilities. His fighting style will definitely not give me another chance to snipe at range, he is a special "paradise" modder, with faster reflexes and speed than non-commissioned officers, bullets have little effect, and melee combat is unavoidable.

In this way, it is up to who can take the lead.

The Rubik's Cube system starts.

Switch to wide-area scatter mode.

The length of the sniper snatch began to shrink, and the caliber increased, eventually becoming a strange rifle with a large honeycomb barrel array.

I turned my body and focused all my attention on the lightless realm ahead. Suddenly, I seemed to see, a silhouette that seemed to blend into the dark background, but was deeper than the shadows, hovering in the hollow. Its movements are erratic, its figure looms, and sometimes it gives people the illusion of whether it is dazzling or not, but I know that it is not my own illusion.

I stood with bated breath and aimed the honeycomb muzzle in that direction, and I, like Shirai, waited for the most appropriate moment to strike.

That opportunity may have already arisen itself, but I didn't perceive it.

Because Shirai was the first to act.

He jumped out of the hollow, jumped very high, and completely crossed the treetops, and the outline of the shrimp bent back became extremely clear. He threw several sharp blades in mid-air in this exaggerated gesture with all his might.

With the help of the ability to chain judgment, I quickly moved backwards, and the blades were all at my feet along the way. In response, I raised the muzzle of my gun and pulled the trigger down on him.

Countless gunfires converged in front of the honeycomb barrel, becoming a huge and dazzling flash, and the space within several meters of the surrounding area was shrouded in this pale blue flash. In this dark night, looking directly can be oppressive to the eyes.

However, Shirai is not an ordinary person, even if he loses his vision power, his combat power will probably not drop much, and the terrifying thing is the sandstorm-like attack that strikes after the flash.

The ovoid bullets used in this wide-area scattershot mode are also specially crafted, and they resemble miniature grenades that explode at a certain distance, releasing a large amount of fragments and metallic sand. Driven by the explosive force, there are no dead ends in the spherical area with a radius of ten meters.

Shirai, who was in mid-air, shouldn't have any way to avoid it.

And so it is. Shirai just covered his arms in front of him, curled up in a ball, and was drowned in a scattered sandstorm.

It was then that I realized that his body seemed to be in a worse state of decay than it had been at the bottom of my house, and that his entire body was wrapped in layers of bandages, making him look extremely thin and fragile. But even if the appearance is so miserable on the outside, it has an intensity beyond the expected inside.

An attack of this magnitude doesn't seem to even have the ability to make him bleed.

Shirai stretched out in the center of the sandstorm, as if he was just building up strength, and swung the blade in his hand at a speed that I couldn't even see. In an instant, the area centered on him became clear, and a huge wind pressure swept the fragments and metallic sand in the area.

It's too sudden for a scatter attack of this range to be completely dodged. At this moment, I tasted the bitterness of self-inflicted suffering, and I could clearly feel the cold sweat oozing from my armpits.

The Rubik's Cube system starts.

Convert the base mode.

The weapon returned to its trunk state, and I held it above my head, blocking out the dense rain of bullets.

The messy and dense sound of impact sounded and fell in an instant, and the ground around me suddenly turned into a honeycomb, and the mid-air in front of me lost Shirai's figure.

Before I could put down my suitcase, there was a sense of crisis behind me.

I didn't turn around, I just bent down and kicked back, and the feeling of flesh colliding came, but there was no strong blow. In my recurring vision, the mummified Shirai jumped backwards like an ape, and it was this movement that cushioned the force of my kicks.

Shirai's figure began to shake again, and before I was cut by his knife, my kick swung towards the slash, and sure enough, the blade whistled through the air and grazed past the ankle.

I stood upside down and used the power of my hands to do a couple of backflips. The blade chased my movements, and in turn it stuck in the path, a small knife shaped like a dinner knife.

When I returned to my upright position, Shirai's face quickly enlarged in my field of vision again, and the only eyes that were exposed outside the bandage had completely turned into pupils that were erect like beasts.

I lifted my suitcase to block the kitchen knife he had stabbed. He didn't just make a knife once, no less than a dozen times in the blink of an eye, and the huge force that was so frequent that it almost condensed into a point passed from the wrist to the body, and even though I tried to stand firm, the soles of my feet still slipped because of the strength of this force, and I dragged back two marks that were one meter long.

"It's getting stronger again, Shirai!"

I swung my suitcase and used it as a hammer, and the ferocity of the force forced Shirai to retreat.

He retreated ten meters away in a breath and crouched on the ground like a wild beast, staring at me warily. It may not be that he doesn't want to speak, but he can't answer. From his appearance, language seems to have completely lost its meaning to him, both in function and form.

"It's like this...... Do you really not regret it at all? I muttered to myself, knowing that he couldn't answer.