Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

shot!

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 couldn't lift the muzzle of the gun, let alone turn around and point the muzzle of the gun at the silver-haired man behind him. Therefore, Mista could only move the arm holding the gun with difficulty and remove the muzzle from his own. A small section protrudes from the bottom of the body.

boom!

With a crisp explosion, the bullet that held Mista's last hope whizzed 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 the ballistic fall, and finally hit a small hole on the ground without any success. The pits turned into ricochets like headless flies.

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 runs 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 his 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 trajectory just like the nuclear warhead held by Iron Man in the New York battle in Avengers. , and even raised his head and flew 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. It first drew a beautiful arc in the air that was close to an ellipse, turned a full 270-degree turn, and then followed it with a A nearly vertical trajectory bombarded downwards.

In this way, the target of this bullet becomes

Apache's Tianling Gai.

what?!

Apache noticed Mista's firing action, and heard the abnormal sound of breaking through the air above him 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 experienced this forced trajectory correction, its flight speed has been much slower.

Apache 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 part and only let the bullet graze 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!

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

This guy's stand-in ability.

Did it turn out to be manipulating 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 users 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 corners, it is inevitable to have a headache for a while.

And Apache's situation is even worse:

His stand-in Melancholic Blues ability is geared toward assisting and detecting, and his hands are not as powerful as his own body, so he is not suitable for frontal combat at all.

Damn it!

Apache couldn't help but scolded his mother 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?

It's definitely not possible to go directly to A.

Although the distance between the two is only one meter, it takes half a second for Apache to take action with his bare hands, while Mista, who doesn't even need to aim his shot, only needs to pull the trigger casually. trigger.

To run away directly would be to seek 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.

Apache's brain started working rapidly.

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 and chased, which gave Apaki a chance to breathe.

In this flash of lightning, he thought of a way to protect himself and even turn the tide of the battle.

go to hell!

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

But amid this roar, it was not Apache’s fist that struck Mista’s face;

Blood?

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

He hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, but he still couldn't 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, yelled and raised his other gun-holding arm:

Even if I can't see it myself, 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 person who had never been a substitute. The substitute name born in my subconscious:

Do it, cripple 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 critical moments, they did not aim at the head, which was easier to hit and more deadly, but instead aimed at Apache's hands and feet.

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

After he used the Blood Eyes move, he didn't even think about pursuing him. 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 him.

Suddenly he 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 was not a good thing to let the tiger go back home. 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!

With that said, 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.

Apaki tried his best to dodge when he heard the sound of the gunshot, but in the end he just managed to dodge a little bit with his physical skills, allowing the two bullets that were supposed to be embedded in his hands and feet to miss out from the outer layer of his flesh and blood. go 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 cause serious injuries, the severe pain of cracking flesh and blood still seriously affected Apaki'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!

Another 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 time, the other party stopped.

Mista then stopped and pointed his gun at Apache carefully:

Why did you give up resistance?

No.

Apache covered his injured arm and turned around slowly:

Keep your eyes open for me

You brat, you're the one who's in dire straits now!