Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 76 Head-to-head combat
Horik dodged, and the gray wall behind him instantly corroded a large area, exposing the bricks inside.

This is not aqua regia, but a more corrosive liquid!

He took out the revolver from his pocket, aimed at the peaked cap, and stopped his finger in front of the trigger: "Who are you?"

He had closed the door so he would have a short reaction time if the mole broke in from the outside.

"Officer, don't you know who I am?"

At this moment, the peaked cap still had that disgustingly flattering smile on his face, and he poured the remaining liquid in the glass on Horik. This liquid can dissolve human bones in a few minutes.

Horik jumped back, his finger pulled the trigger, the revolver fired, the hammer hit the firing pin, and a bullet spun out of the gun chamber, passed the silencer at the muzzle, and flew towards the peak of the peaked cap.

He took off the peaked cap and threw it at Horik almost at the same time as Horik pulled the trigger, and he dodged the bullet within a few meters.

The bullet knocked off the peaked cap in mid-air, losing a lot of kinetic energy, and then penetrated the curtain, leaving a bullet mark on the glass.

A head of red hair was thrown out, and he showed a ferocious smile to Horik.

Leo Seff, "The Mole"!
Extraordinary!
Even though he is already at Sequence 8, Horik still remembers the teachings of Fred, a veteran member of Heart of Machinery. When he first joined the team, Fred taught him more knowledge than captain Albert:
If you encounter some incredible person or thing, if there is no answer for the time being, think of one thing, extraordinary!
"Mole" is indeed an extraordinary person, and he is the only one here from beginning to end!

Horik's mind was spinning rapidly, and he thought of all the known extraordinary ways that fit this action in a fraction of a second:

There are "prisoners" and "criminals" who exchange conscience and reason for strength, and there are also "soldiers" and "hunters" who surpass ordinary people's strength.

No, it could also be the path of the "Sleepless One" controlled by the Church of Dark Night.

Just now "Mole" grabbed the table knife on the coffee table and threw it above his head, smashing the gas lamp and covering the whole room in darkness. Maybe he gained the power of the night through this!

"Puff puff"

Horik's back was pressed against the door, and the revolver in his hand fired continuously. He fired intuitively into the darkness, shooting in every possible direction of movement of the peaked cap. Each bullet had a tracer effect and could illuminate the darkness for a moment.

The last bullet rushed out of the chamber, and the room was shrouded in darkness again. In the deathly silence, only the broken wall clock made a "hissing" trill and was still counting the seconds stubbornly.

Horrick stood in the corner so he only had to think about the attack from in front of him.He awakened the memory of fighting in the dark.

When fighting in the dark, the most important thing is light!
But "The Mole" didn't wait for him to be ready before launching an attack. He held a sharp knife in his hand and rushed toward Horik in the corner while squatting.

At this time, the world in his eyes was filled with green fluorescence, and he clearly saw Horik standing in the corner changing bullets.

He is the "Assassin" and in the dark, he has the eyes of an owl!
Horik raised the silver-white revolver in his hand and blocked the table knife in "Mole's" hand with the gun body. The steel table knife carved a deep mark on the barrel of the gun. Horik could even feel the "Mole" The hot air breathed out by the rat.

He was excited, excited about killing!

Without a moment's hesitation, Horik pushed his knees forward heavily, lowering his body to avoid the "Mole"'s stab across his neck.

He heard the laughter of "Mole", which seemed to say, you are nothing more than that.

Horik had only replaced one round, a fatal drawback of the revolver, and he regretted not bringing a speedloader.

He flicked his wrist and the cylinder closed with a snap. Instead of depressing the hammer, he turned the revolver in his hand and held the heated barrel.He slammed the revolver down hard, but hit nothing.

"Mole" did want to stab Horik just now, but he avoided the revolver held by Horik behind his back.

He smiled cruelly, just like a cat stepping on a mouse's tail. The mouse can't escape the cat's grasp no matter how hard it escapes.

He is the cat who wants to kill, and Horik is the mouse!

Extraordinaries of the "generalist" path have inevitable flaws, which are mainly reflected in close combat. They mainly rely on extraordinary weapons to fight. Without weapons, they can only barely resist paths such as "soldiers" and "assassins". of extraordinary people.

Even if Horik is Sequence 8, surpassing "Mole"'s Sequence 9, he will still be at a disadvantage in such an environment.

Horik knew this, and he was going to retreat.

First, a gust of wind mixed with fallen leaves and dust suddenly blew up between the buildings. Then the sky that had been clear just now suddenly became cloudy, and the dark clouds covered the sun. A moment later, heavy rain poured down.

The sound of rain outside the window interfered with Horik's judgment. Unable to hear the sound clearly, he stood in the corner and did not dare to attack rashly. He did not want to admit that he had messed up.

"Mole" squatted in front of him, holding a sharp knife in his mouth. The tip of the knife had cut his lips to blood, but he was even more excited.

Extraordinary power unique to the "Assassin" - hidden in the shadows, bursting out with all its power in an instant to end the opponent's life.

However, "The Mole" never regarded Horik as an opponent, he just regarded him as another fool who came to his door looking for death.

Horick in the corner stared wide-eyed, holding the revolver in his right hand and fumbling for bullets in his pocket with his left.

"Officer." "Officer?" "Officer!"

The shouts of "Mole" mixed with the sound of rain came from all over the house. He changed his position every time he shouted. He was enjoying the fear on Horik's face.

"It's boring, maybe I'm too cruel, and I didn't give Mr. Police Officer time to change the bullet..."

The Mole didn't know Horrick's name, and he didn't need to.He weighed the table knife in his hand and held it backwards. He seemed to have seen the end of Mr. Police Officer—his entire face was cut in two by himself from the top of his head.

He leaped high from the dark place, the sharp knife in his hand shone with a piercing cold light, and stabbed Horik's head from above, and he accumulated all his strength in this knife.

Horik, aware of the mortal danger, raised his revolver and fired into the darkness.

"puff--"

The only bullet flew past "Mole"'s scalp, and the bullet was embedded in the ceiling. "Mole" was also startled. Although his power was not reduced, his accuracy was greatly reduced. His knife was stuck in the door panel. .

Horik raised his foot and kicked the door open. It was too dark here now, and it would definitely be detrimental to him if he continued to fight with "Mole".

The corners of "Mole's" mouth grinned in an exaggerated arc. He returned to the kitchen and dipped the knife in a container, then picked up the knife and chased out.

(End of this chapter)