"I heard you're a sharpshooter, right?" said Taro Dekiike's voice in Sam Williams' ears. "I don't really have much confidence in shooting competitions, but St. Christopher blesses my bullets to always find the enemy's vital points. The American replied with a pout, then realizing that he could not hear him, and shrugged his shoulders self-deprecatingly.

"Listen, when I give the order, attack the man with the cigar in my mouth, with all my might, you know?" Izuki instructed.

"Even your snipers have been killed, what can I do alone?" complained to him, Sam still inserted Beretta pistol back into the holster, carefully opened the clasp in his arms, and slowly pulled out a long revolver, and the slightest movement hit the injured sternum, causing him to breathe in pain. The pistol has an astonishingly long barrel and a matte silver color throughout, and the Americans removed the drum and checked the five rounds inside, closed the magazine, pulled up the hammer to release the safety, and slowly poked out the barrel from behind the sculpture to aim at the Metropolitan Police Department building.

Ideki Iketaro said, "Is it possible to ensure accuracy at such a distance?"

"Phew!" Sam chirped angrily, "I don't want to die yet...... Just 40 meters away, not to mention my 'Miss Bellucci', even with a Beretta pistol can shoot 15 centimeters of dispersion! My 'Miss Bellucci' is made of titanium crystal materials using the latest generation of 3D printers of the American company DNVK, and the drawings are designed by me myself, which is the most accurate of the six sample guns, equipped with 9. The 7-inch barrel is a custom-made Smith & Wesson Margnum conical semi-armor pistol cartridge, each of which I have carefully selected from thousands of rounds of ammunition...... What's the use of saying this? You can't hear it anyway! This baby hasn't shot in actual combat yet, so let's see how powerful it is with more than 5000J muzzle kinetic energy......"

His breathing calmed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the world was left with only the crosshairs, the door, and the enemy forty meters away. The cigar-wielding tycoon was slaughtering the soldiers of the silver mine with ease, a pool of silver magnetofluid shields changed shape and wandered in front of him, and the bullets could not penetrate the electromagnetic fluid defenses at all, and the tycoon casually waved his hand, transforming into sharp swords and spears to slash the soldiers, this was a battle with no chance of winning. Sam waited quietly, he couldn't tell what he was waiting for, the sun was quiet, there was a strange and warm atmosphere in the Metropolitan Police Square, and scattered gunshots rang out in the distance, it must be a battle between the candidate and the enemy, and now the ghosts had no time to care about the situation on the other side of the battlefield, because there were two powerful sons of the gods in front of them.

For some reason, Sam suddenly remembered the scene where he first learned to design. In the barren Gobi Desert, his brother, U.S. Army Air Corps Sergeant Rick Williams, pulled the trigger and smashed a beer bottle twenty meters away. As a Texan, how can you not use a pistol?"

Eight-year-old Sam took the heavy pistol and aimed it at the bottle in the distance, and his brother leaned over to correct his grip: "Remember, when you pull the trigger, understand what you are doing, the bullet is not a small piece of metal, but an extension of your mind, even if it leaves the chamber, you still have to look at it, control it, correct it, let it follow the trajectory you want, get to where you want, kill the person you want to kill." ”

“...... Murder?" Sam raised his eyes.

"Of course. Sergeant Williams said with a blank face, "Kill someone else, or be killed by someone else." ”

At this time, a series of fierce gunshots rang out, and a soldier suddenly jumped out, the assault rifle in his hand emptied the magazine in ten seconds, and the rain of bullets chiseled a sharp cone on the magnetofluid shield, but as the fire was interrupted, a silver spear shot out from an unexpected angle, plopping through the soldier's abdomen, and the deformed ferrofluid shield began to calm down, and at this moment, Sam pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The crisp and distant sound of gunfire echoed around, and the 11.18mm bullet was pushed by gunpowder gas, accelerating along the long barrel, and with the bright flame of the muzzle, the bullet instantly passed through the space of 40 meters, like a sharp knife piercing the shield, accurately nailed to the tail end of a 5.6mm assault rifle bullet. The two bullets collided and turned into a leaden double-petaled chrysanthemum, the huge kinetic energy was absorbed by the defense, and the cone on the ferrofluid shield was clearly protruding, "What?" the tycoon's eyes widened in surprise.

"Bang, bang, bang!bang!" Four gunshots rang out in succession, and the Americans emptied the five-round magazine of "Miss Bellucci", and the first four bullets reached an astonishing one centimeter dispersion, hitting the same position of the shield like a series of end-to-end trains, squeezing the kyphotic cone into a critical state, and the last bullet was slightly off, creating a column of sparks on the inner wall of the cone, "Up!" Sam waved his fist, "Click!" The bullet finally pierced the shield as expected, the magnetofluid shield opened its silver petals, and the scorching bullet whistled, Juan Modorado gritted his teeth fiercely, and his teeth cut off the cigar like a blade, "Humph!"

The bullet hit him in the left chest, "Poof!" The black suit burst out of a large hole, and the tycoon was shocked to take three steps back, but no blood splashed out of his chest, this son of God with unique abilities turned the blood in his chest into a hard magnetic fluid, and the dense capillaries became bulletproof armor on the inside of the skin, and the bullet only penetrated into the skin for half an inch before losing kinetic energy. A smile tugged at the corner of the tycoon's mouth, this ability could only be used briefly, otherwise the tissue would have died due to osmotic pressure changes and lack of oxygen, but it saved his life more than once during the battle. He calculated the amount of magnetic fluid used in his heart, turning blood into semi-fluid metal is standing on a steel wire to play with fire, his weight is 99 kilograms, the total amount of blood is about 7.5 liters, and now more than 3 liters have been released through the wrist wound into magnetic fluid, and the blood in the body is already in the limit state of maintaining the human body's compensation, and the transformation of blood in the chest just now consumes more than 300 milliliters of blood, which completely disrupts his rhythm, "The critical point." The tycoon thought to himself, feeling that his brain was confused by ischemia, thirst, chills, and rapid pulse, all of which were signs of severe ischemia, and his footsteps slowly moved backwards, "I must take shelter for a while, and wait for the reversal of the magnetic fluid...... Otherwise you'll be in shock......"

"Are you alright, Mr. Moredo, and do you feel like me that the implant chip burns out?" Maury Nasser leaned over and asked.

The silver liquid metal slowly dissolved, this inverted process was relatively slow, and the pale-faced tycoon retreated into the hall, waiting for his strength to slowly recover, "What do you care about me, rookie! It's time for you to make a move! The chip has long been burned out, but reinforcements can be counted on!" he roared weakly, pulling out a cigar and taking it into his mouth, this special bolívar cigar can replenish the body with oxygen and abundant glucose when lit. "Five minutes? No, it takes at least eight minutes to regain your strength. Juan Modorado thought as he stretched out his hand: "I lost my lighter, lend me a fire, rookie!"

"Of course. ”

The black-haired young Arab walked up to him and pressed the lighter, which was also damaged by the electropiezoelectric component in the EMP explosion, and pressed it for a full twenty times before a small flame "snapped". The tycoon stared at the flame and felt a chill on his back, and he looked back a little confused, only to find that a dagger had just sunk into his back.

"You ......"

"Now that the chip is destroyed. Maury Nasser shrugged blankly.

Modorado roared, and the blood around the wound began to turn into magnetic fluid, squeezing the blade out of the tissue, "It's too late, Mr. Modorado. The Arab youth said calmly, "I know that this level of damage can't kill you, but it only takes one penetrating wound, can your ferrofluid shape defend against explosions from the inside of your body?"

The tycoon's eyes widened. Nasser flicked his fingers, the dagger was a hollow short blade made of round steel pipes, and a passage to the tycoon's abdominal cavity appeared, "snapped" two fingers, the air was extremely compressed, like a capsule stuffed into the steel pipe dagger, less than a second later, the two air capsules will be disordered, explode, and turn into a turbulence of cavity effect, tearing the tycoon's body from the inside out.

"Impossible!" "Impossible!" Modorado roared with all his strength, the blood in his abdominal cavity quickly coagulated, turning into a silvery-white viscous metal, and the air capsule was wrapped in heavy magnetic fluid, "Knock knock!" Two muffled sounds came from the depths of the man's body, red and silver blood overflowed from the nostrils and corners of the tycoon's mouth, the explosion was silenced, Juan Modorado showed a hideous smile: "Hmph, now it's my turn to ......"

His smile froze on his face. In order to prevent the explosion in his body, he turned more than 60% of the blood into magnetic fluid, and now the sequelae of extreme ischemia have appeared, the muscles of the whole body have begun to spasm due to lack of oxygen, the liver is making fresh blood with all its might, and it is heading for failure due to overload, if there is a vascular distribution map at this time, it can be seen that the silver-white area is devouring the bright red area, and because his consciousness has been blurred, his unique magnetic fluid shaping ability is irreversibly taking away the body fluids of his whole body.

If he could fall into a deep coma at this time, a timely blood transfusion could save the tycoon's life, but all Nasser did was stand there with his arms crossed and watch the man become more and more pale. The last shred of life finally passed, and Modorado stood in a strange position, his pupils turning a faint grayish-white, and his cigar slowly extinguished at the corner of his mouth. At this time, the soldiers rushed through the door, and a dense rain of bullets covered the tycoon, "It is time for a ceasefire." Maury Nasser, also known as Maury Alpha Goldmine, waved his hand and looked at the standing corpse with some regret, "You are a good opponent, I wish I could have a fight." ”

Fragments of shredded suits, skin, and muscles slipped off, and a silvery-white metal figure appeared in the hall, each of which was clearly visible in the shape of a strange ultra-modernist sculpture.