Rostov has already walked to Jost's shop.

Suddenly.

Syllable.

It was obviously flat ground, but he actually fell???

He touched his broken forehead with his hand, and the blood was dusty.

He felt that something was unusual, the general danger was just a sneeze, and even more serious it might be just a bite on the inside cheek. But today, the flat fall is very ominous, and the long-term instinct makes Rostov not regard it as a mistake.

He immediately summoned a stand-in and prepared to stay away from Dalio's shop, fearing that the danger of waiting would likely affect them.

Rostov was just about to take a step when suddenly he felt his hairs stand on end.

Extremely dangerous!!

He subconsciously turned sideways, and a bullet was right in front of him, about to pass through the position he had just been in.

Rostov breathed a sigh of relief, his sense of danger was as good as ever.

"What a terrible ability to dodge bullets without noticing." A man dressed in black hid with a squad of soldiers with guns. The muzzle of one of the soldiers was still smoking.

"You almost ran away, little bunny."

The man in black hummed Beethoven's Ode to Joy softly as he slowly and gently pulled out his pocket pistol.

Suddenly, the blood vessels and flesh on his hand seemed to spread to the gun, and the pistol instantly changed, it seemed to be composed of flesh and blood, and a bloody and extremely beautiful lip and tooth seemed to appear above the gun.

The man in black exuded an astonishing evil aura at this time, and in the eyes of the soldiers on the side, he still looked like an elegant nobleman, elegant but creepy.

"Bang."

This shot, as if fate itself, seemed to have some kind of magic, and no one could escape its sanctions.

At this time, Rostov dodged a bullet, hunched up and ran, in front of which was the downtown area, and the other party did not dare to shoot in the downtown area.

As long as you blend in with the crowd, as long as you go to that place, you will be saved.

Before he could take a few steps, he paused.

No way!!!

Rostov-on-Don's eyes widened as he looked at his abdomen, which had been pierced by bullets, and the thick layer of fat could not stop the blood from spilling.

No way! When is it!?

It's him?!

Rostov suddenly realized that only the "magic bullet" in "Crow" could do this.

『Magic Catapult Shooter』

It is said that he has a bullet that he traded with the devil.

Indeed, his bullet is sure to hit, I didn't expect my sense of danger to dodge, Rostov thought with a wry smile.

We've been targeted by the "crows", it seems that it has been exposed, and others may be in danger as well.

Now he is extremely desperate, because his ability is restrained by the other party, even if he can sense it, he can't avoid it.

Probably, there was an inner ghost from the very beginning, Rostov thought.

At this time, Rostov was still very close to Jost's house, and after the bullet hit Rostov, it seemed to become an ordinary bullet, but it was extremely powerful, passing through Rostov's body and penetrating backwards.

"The braised pork is ready like this." Jost had just woken up from a nap and had made braised pork ready to take a bite.

I don't have to eat or sleep, but I don't have to worry about it.

Poke a fat and large piece with a fork, ready to fork up, when a bullet passed through the wall and hit the iron pot.

Jost was so frightened that he immediately ducked to the side, and a hot pot of braised pork was knocked away in the pot and scattered all over the ground.

Drink.

Drink.

Drink.

Jost gasped and was a little scared, almost dying.

Thankfully, he reacted, only to be splashed with a little hot oil, and the drink floated from his shoulders like a shield in front of Jost.

Calm down, calm down.

Jost took a few deep breaths, suppressed his fear, and propped himself up with trembling hands, at which point he saw the pot.

One side of the pot has been pierced by bullets, and there is a raised bullet mark on the other side.

A bullet floated in the mixture of oil and juice left over from the pot, standing out like a bald head in the crowd.

[Mental residue detected.] 】

Stand-in attack!!

It's a stand-in attack!!

Jost had gradually calmed down at this time, as long as he hid in the attic, he would be safe.

Suddenly, he heard a scream of pain, and the sound was somewhat familiar.

"Ahhh

No! Wrong. The other party's target is probably not himself, so he can't hide in the attic yet.

The stand-in's abilities are strange, and maybe he is now under the surveillance of the other party. Although there is a system that can detect whether there is a stand-in messenger around, it may be that the other party is a tailwind, or it may use the sound like a bat, and the sound cannot be detected.

If the other party notices that a person has suddenly disappeared, then the attic is likely to be exposed.

Jost had a feeling that if the attic was exposed, he felt like he was going to face endless trouble.

It must not be exposed unless it is absolutely necessary!

At this time, Jost observed the bullet marks on the pot, judged the power of the bullet, and only passed through one wall to add an iron pot, which means that as long as he went to the bedroom, a few more walls would be safe.

Jost decides to go to Grandpa's room, where Klaus is now sleeping.

Even if the other party is aimed at him, when he enters the house, he can immediately climb up to the attic. At that time, it didn't matter if the violence was not exposed, and the small life mattered.

The body maintained a squatting posture with his head hugged, and the drinking floated in front of him, blocking most of his body.

Quickly moved out of the kitchen and walked like a duck.

After leaving the kitchen, he rushed directly to his grandfather's bedroom, and Klaus squatted in the corner to stand on guard.

Outside the house, Rostov-on-Don faced a much more desperate predicament than Jost, who was separated by only a wall from Jost's house.

Bullets that cannot be dodged, magic bullets, Samir, the devil who is said to come from hell.

Once the "Magic Catapult" is aimed at the target and the trigger is pressed, the result will be directly generated, which is equivalent to the time being deleted.

But the absolute hit is not thought to be unstoppable, the bullet flight time is removed, but the obstacle in the middle does not disappear.

That is, if there is an obstacle in the middle, then the result is also the result of the bullet hitting the target after passing through the obstacle.

And as long as you break through the window, then you are likely to have a glimmer of life.

But I refuse!!

Rostov seemed to have made up his mind at this moment.

"I surrender! Stop it! He threw his hands up and chose the third path.

Rostov admits that he has an element of gambling, and his stand-in ability is still very valuable, and if he surrenders, the other party may choose to capture himself alive rather than kill himself directly.

And his grandfather also has an aristocratic status and a bit of connections.

"I surrender!" There was no movement around, but the eyelid of the left eye was constantly beating, and the other party may still be struggling with whether to spare his life.

Rostov thought with a wry smile, it was really miserable, he was targeted by crows on the first day of the meeting, and the other party still understood his abilities, which had nothing to say.

Maybe the organization has people from the other side from the beginning, and maybe maybe the boss is the other party's people, deliberately organizing us.

Nothing to struggle with because it was a joke in the first place. This is the first time he has been snobbish since he has the ability to be a stand-in, and in the past, he was able to rely on his prediction to avoid evil.

At this time, he remembered that since he was a child, the pickets rushed into the house, his parents were one step late because they got the news, his mother was killed in front of him, and his father was taken away.

Rostov was taught by his grandfather to be a gentleman since he was a child, a kind ordinary person who would have a troubled conscience and also wanted to avenge his parents.

He even wanted to inherit his parents' ideals and overthrow the tsar, who had been bewitched by the devil.

But he was afraid, afraid, he had to live first, just like when he was a child.

This is also why he has awakened such a stand-in ability, crisis warning.

At this time, if he doesn't surrender, no matter how he runs, he will die, he has been exposed, he has nowhere to hide, and if he runs into the house, he may be hit by several bullets in an instant, and he will be killed directly, he knows that the "magic bullet" can do it.

On the other hand, he does feel guilty, his heart is tormented, and he already hates his weakness immensely.

"I surrender, I was tricked in! I haven't done anything. ”

Rostov looked around at the silence of the crows and the lack of bullets, and knew that he had made the right bet.

Bang bang bang, four gunshots rang out, Rostov was shot in each of his limbs almost at the same time, and he was instantly knocked to the ground.

"Hehe," there was a sneer from nowhere, and then a team of pickets came over and escorted Rostov away.

"It's a pity, one shot or two ... Well, only 5 rounds of ammunition have been used up in total, and what about 2 more. ”

A man with a black holster covering his face except for his eyes stepped out.

"It's really nerve-wracking, if you give him two more shots, he will definitely die, and it says you can't kill him."

His brow furrowed, as if distressed.

"But the mission is not done yet. What to do, what to do, what to do, "The man in the holster is almost crazy.

Then he closed his eyes and clenched the gun in his hand, which seemed to be made of flesh and blood, as if feeling something.

"Bang."

Wild cats on the rooftops flew like dandelions.

There was still the last bullet left, and the man in the holster was a little nervous at this time, his hands were a little trembling, as if he was afraid of something, and he was a little excited, and his face was flushed.

"Bang."

Then the last bullet was fired towards Jost's location.

The man in the holster was so happy at this time that he caught a frisbee in a border herd: "Master, my task is complete." ”

At this time, a demonic phantage appeared on his gun.

Burst.

The man in the holster was suddenly shot in the chest, and black blood slowly flowed out of the bullet hole.

The man in the holster widened his eyes, didn't I complete the master's task, that person didn't die??

He covered his wounds and said humbly, "Thank you for the punishment." ”

Then the devil's phantom spat out seven new bullets of slimy goo and disappeared.

The man in the holster left quickly, hitting him in the lungs, and his mouth was full of blood, making him uncontrollable boki.

The last bullet is the most powerful, but it can't control itself, it obeys the manipulation of the devil.

If the devil is not satisfied, the holster man is punished.

If you don't shoot it, you just have to wait until the next day, and the ammo will be replenished automatically.

But in that case, in that case, I will not see its owner, I have not seen it for too long.

The man in the holster roared inwardly in pain and excitement.

Maybe the wall was too thick to block it, but he didn't think much about it at this time.

At this time, an officer and soldier's eyes widened, he knew that the legendary magic bullet could make the man in the leather suit hurt himself, and the other party must be an extremely strong person.

The last one that injured the man in the holster was extremely terrifying.

To this day, he still remembers that night was starry, and before everyone could react, all of his stand-ins were seriously injured.

At that time, he felt like a frog in the cannon that was about to be launched.

Magic bullets generally kill the target directly, but once you can block the magic bullet, it means that the mental strength is extremely strong!

It may just be limited by distance, and once it is close to the other party, it will die.

Thinking of this, the officer and soldier looked at the house in horror and ordered the soldiers to evacuate quickly.

At this time, the man in leather was in a strange state.

In pain, life was dying, he simply stopped the bleeding and rushed to the hospital, where someone could save her.

But at the same time, he couldn't suppress the flushing on his face.

In the past, I was rewarded, and I haven't been punished by my master for a long time, so it's really high!!

A perverted smile appeared on the face.

Whether it's punishment or reward, he desires, and if he gets only one, he wants it.

His stand-in, his fire of desire, will never abandon his master. He had already given his soul, and for the first time he felt that his life had meaning.