Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 48: Apache’s counterattack

Shoot!

Don't care where the gun is pointed, just shoot!

At the critical moment when his consciousness gradually faded, Mista's mind was filled with only such a ridiculous voice.

And he finally chose to believe this voice.

Because his arm was under heavy pressure, he could not lift the muzzle of the gun, let alone turn his head and point the muzzle of the gun at the silver-haired man behind him, so Mista could only move the arm holding the gun with difficulty, and pointed the muzzle of the gun. A small section stretched out from under his body.

Bang!

With a crisp explosion, the bullet that held Mista's last hope roared out.

At this time, the barrel of Mista's pistol was close to the ground and kept parallel to the ground.

Under normal circumstances, after the bullet flies out of the muzzle, it will definitely fly close to the ground for a period of time, and then it will immediately hit the hard ground due to ballistic fall, and finally hit the ground without any success. A small pit turned into a ricochet like a headless fly.

However, the current situation has nothing to do with the word "normal".

A normal bullet is like a wild horse that has been slapped on the butt. After starting, it will run wherever it goes.

But the bullet that Mista shot at this moment had three small bullet "knights" attached to it.

They are Mista's stand-ins, the Sex Pistols.

In order to save Mista who was in danger, the villain No.1 who was the captain personally led two companions No.2 and No.3 to ride on the bullet.

They are like brave prairie warriors, tenaciously controlling this wild Hummer, driving the bullets to change the flight direction according to their wishes.

Just like that, the bullet that originally flew parallel to the ground suddenly changed its parallel and direct flight just like the nuclear warhead held by Iron Man in the New York battle in "The Avengers" Not to mention the trajectory, he raised his head and flew straight into the sky.

And this is just the beginning.

The bullet flying into the sky was like a fully powered roller coaster in an amusement park. First, it drew a beautiful arc in the air that was close to an ellipse, then turned a full 270-degree turn, and then It bombarded downwards in a nearly vertical trajectory.

In this way, the target of this bullet becomes

Apaki’s Tianling Cap.

"What?!"

Apaki noticed Mista's action of shooting, and heard the abnormal sound of breaking through the air above his head in time.

Sensing the danger, his hair stood on end, and he quickly relaxed the restraint on Mista below him, and rolled sideways to dodge with all his strength.

Fortunately, after the bullet has undergone this forced trajectory correction, its flight speed has been much slower.

Apaki relied on his strong and flexible body to dodge to the side in time. Although he could not completely avoid the sudden blow, he perfectly guarded his vital point, only allowing the bullet to hit his arm.

His beloved black coat was ruthlessly torn open by a bullet, and scarlet blood spurted out.

"The muzzle of his gun was clearly pointed in another direction, but in the end the bullet hit me inexplicably!"

Apaki's face became extremely ugly, not because of the pain and injury, but because he noticed Mista's stand-in ability:

"This guy's stand-in ability"

"Is it to control the trajectory of the bullet?!"

As long as you think about it for a moment, you will know that this ability is very scary:

Most of the stand-in messengers are mortal bodies that cannot withstand bullets. Even if they are fighting against ordinary gunmen, they have to find ways to temporarily avoid their sharp edges before making plans.

Now that I suddenly encounter such a "sharp shooter" whose self-aiming lock bullets are 100% accurate in turning, it is inevitable to have a headache for a while.

And Apache’s situation is even worse:

His stand-in Melancholic Blues ability is more auxiliary and reconnaissance. His hands are not as powerful as his own body, so he is not suitable for frontal combat at all.

"Damn it!"

Apaji couldn't help but cursed in his heart:

"The force I used in my sneak attack just now was so strong that a cow should have been knocked unconscious!"

"How should I deal with a sharpshooter who can't be knocked unconscious by a thick skin?"

Going directly to A will definitely not work.

Although the distance between the two is only a short one meter, Apache, who is bare-handed, still has to spend half a second to take action, while Mista, who doesn't even need to aim his shot, only needs to shoot casually. Pull the trigger.

Escape directly would be a court of death.

No matter how good his physique is, no matter how fast he moves, he can't be faster than the opponent's bullets.

"What to do"

Apagi's brain started working rapidly.

And Mista had just been freed from the heavy pressure, and now he was staring at Apache to be on guard while taking a big breath of fresh air to adjust his mental state.

He didn't bother to shoot directly in pursuit, which gave Apaki a chance to breathe.

In this moment of lightning, he thought of a way to protect himself and even reverse the situation of the battle.

"Go to hell!"

Apaki deliberately let out a loud roar, attracting Mista's full attention.

But amidst this roar, it was not Apache’s fist that struck Mista’s face, but

"Blood?"

Looking at the stream of blood flying straight towards his eyes, Mista instinctively felt a little sick.

He hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, but still failed to block the pervasive blood.

"Use blood to cover my sight? What a despicable trick!"

"But you made a mistake"

Mista wiped his blood-stained eyes vigorously, shouted and raised his other gun-holding arm:

"Even if I can't see it, my bullet can still hit you!"

After regaining consciousness, Mista, who had fully awakened his substitute ability, was as if he had been instilled with memory by some mysterious power. Not only did he roughly master his substitute ability in just a few breaths, but he also knew The substitute name born from his subconscious:

"Take action and destroy his hands and feet"

"Sex Pistols!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mista pulled the trigger twice.

The two villains no.5 and no.6 each rode a bullet and flew out quickly according to Mista's order.

Because Mista was unwilling to kill casually, unlike previous autonomous actions during emergencies, they did not aim at the head, which was easier to hit and more deadly, but at Apache's hands and feet.

At this time, Apache had already run several meters away.

After he used the "blood-stained eyes" move, he didn't even think about pursuing it. Instead, he took advantage of the brief chaos created by this move and ran as fast as he could into the depths of the ruins behind.

"Suddenly hit me so hard"

"Do you want to run away again now?"

After experiencing the crisis and awakening his substitute, Mista suddenly got rid of his idleness and looseness, and gained a sharp edge.

It is not a good thing to let the tiger go back to the mountain. He instinctively wanted to keep the silver-haired man in front of him who showed strong hostility towards him:

"It's useless, you can't be faster than my bullets!"

As he said that, he chased after him.

At the same time, the two bullets roared out under the control of the two villains No. 5 and No. 6, pulling out two beautiful spiral arcs in mid-air.

Hearing the sound of the gunshot, Apache tried his best to dodge, but in the end he just relied on his physical skills to barely avoid the position, allowing the two bullets that should have been embedded in his hands and feet to escape from the outer layer of his flesh and blood. It flew out.

Even so, bullet grazing is uncomfortable.

He was shot three times, and the blood that poured out stained half of his clothes red.

Although these three shootings did not damage the muscles and bones, the severe pain of cracking flesh and blood still seriously affected Apache's actions.

He endured the severe pain and struggled to escape deeper into the ruins, but his speed inevitably slowed down a lot.

"Stop!"

Mista raised his gun and chased, while yelling and threatening: "I will shoot again!"

The next shot would be the fourth shot. Mista felt it was unlucky, but he actually didn’t want to fire it.

But Apache had no intention of stopping and was still running away.

Mista ran forward for a few steps, then raised his hand and prepared to pull the trigger again.

But at this moment, the other party stopped.

Mista then stopped and pointed his gun at Apache carefully:

"Why did you give up resistance?"

"No."

Apaji covered his injured arm and turned around slowly:

"Keep your eyes open for me"

"You brat, you are the one who is in dire straits now!"