In the early morning, under the first rays of sunlight, this castle in the wilderness was inlaid with a layer of gold. At this moment, a figure walked from afar, holding a gun in his hand.

"Kill him!" No nonsense, no doubts, Sloan immediately gave an order when he saw Feng Xue appearing in Wesley's face.

The killers standing on the wall held submachine guns and poured bullets at Feng Xue. They didn’t know why Feng Xue rebelled, and they didn’t understand why he didn’t shoot Sloan on the spot, but instead announced the attack a day later. .

But they knew that at this moment, Feng Xue was the enemy.

And the enemy, the best state, is to die.

Bullets brushed past his ears, and Feng Xue walked in the hail of bullets with unusual calmness. He didn't even look at the bullets with his own eyes.

Under the excitement full of crisis, he completely intuitively felt the dangers coming from all directions, where he could go, where he could not go, where would he be injured, and where was the blind spot, as if there was a voice softly in his ear Tell him that he only needs a minimum degree of evasion, and he can be uninhabited by hundreds of thousands of bullets.

"Cross shooting!" As Feng Xue approached, the gunsmith suddenly shouted.

The killer standing on the wall immediately changed the way of shooting.

Cross-shooting is indeed the best array for positional defense. Almost instantly, Feng Xue felt the pressure surge.

But this sudden increase in pressure made him even more excited, and a strong sense of pleasure spread in his heart.

He took out a pistol.

It's still the kind of casual strolling, still the kind of nonchalance, a bullet is fired from his gun chamber, and the next moment, one person falls because of it.

These killers standing on the wall are all relatively easy members of the Brotherhood, let alone bullets, even if they can raise their heartbeat to 300, they are limited. Feng Xue seems to be floating everywhere, but they can always hit Yes, they were afraid of the ballistic trajectory that seemed to be unrestrained.

There is no reason not to be afraid. When your bullets can't hit the enemy as if they are possessed, but the enemy's bullets can hit you in a corner, your morale will drop instantly.

Thirty rounds of bullets from the two guns had not yet been fired, and the killers on the wall were instantly cleared. All the killers of the Brotherhood were no more than a hundred people. Except for those who went out on missions and those who were recuperating, the rest would be used as guards. So much.

He kicked the door open, but Feng Xue suddenly turned his head to the side, and the next moment, a bullet swiped past his cheek.

"It's so hanging!" Feng Xue had a happy smile on her face. It was this feeling, the thrill of dancing face-to-face with the Death God girl, but it wasn't enough, it wasn't exciting enough!

"I really didn't see the wrong person, you have an excellent talent, why would you betray?" Sloan's voice sounded from the castle, but Feng Xue couldn't find him at all when he didn't use his white-eyed abilities. Sloan was really scared, but at the same time he was also very puzzled. He investigated Wesley in great detail, and Fox watched him every time he went out. In any case, there was no chance of contact with the cross. But he betrayed, and chose such a way of almost dying, why?

"Betrayal? I'm just following my own desires." Feng Xue's voice was not loud, but at this moment it resounded in the ears of everyone in the castle - "The person who builds death is chased by death, since he chose to pick up the gun , there shouldn't be any complaints at the moment of being hit by a bullet, right?"

Feng Xue didn't say that the dragon slayer will eventually be a dragon, nor did he tell the truth that Sloan or others were chosen. Only those who are conscious are qualified to kill. Now that they have picked up a gun, no matter what There is no reason, they should all face it calmly when death is approaching.

Sloan doesn't seem to understand Feng Xue's logic very well, but he doesn't need to understand it either, as long as the bullet understands it!

As Feng Xue said, even if you get hit by a bullet, you won't complain, right?

So, the gunfire starts again!

But this time, Feng Xue was facing the real top killer in the Brotherhood.

"Dong dong!"

"Dong dong!"

"Dong dong!"

Feng Xue's heart was beating fast, everything in his eyes slowed down, and his hearing and sense of touch became more sensitive.

The sound of breathing, the sound of heartbeat, the light sound of pulling the trigger, and the bursting gunpowder all made Feng Xue excited and restless.

But soon, his blood cooled down.

Because, it's not enough.

Not exciting enough.

He thought it would be a fierce battle, and even prepared more than 30 pistols full of bullets in advance.

But after he killed most of the Brotherhood, he only used four guns.

He didn't waste a bullet.

"Don't hide! Come together! Excite me a little more!" Feng Xue shouted while holding two pistols, no one responded, some were just bullets shot from the corner.

But it didn't work.

No matter how tricky the angle is, the sound of the bullet flying, the sense of crisis along with the lethality, has completely exposed it.

From behind, from the top of your head, from your feet, no matter where you are, no matter how big the circle is, the final goal is only yourself, so just get out of the way, right?

He tilted his head slightly, and a bullet just passed by. Feng Xue felt the excitement of dancing on the tip of the knife, but it became dull in an instant.

"No way! Ordinary mortals can't give me enough excitement. I'll end all this, and then go back to find a world where I can have a hearty fight..." Feng Xue muttered silently, and moved towards the depths of the textile factory. Go to the place where the so-called loom of fate is displayed.

Feng Xue's actions obviously irritated some people, but his sense of ease in the storm without a drop of water is really terrifying.

"Why, is no one here?" Feng Xue looked at the empty textile room bored, took out a box of matches from her pocket, lightly lit it, and threw it towards the "loom of destiny" , there is probably some kind of algorithm hidden in the loom of fate, just like Hydra calculates the people who are potential threats to it in the world, this loom should also have the power to calculate the evil, it predicts that Sloan will The use of the loom for evil gave birth to Sloan's name, but it was precisely that Sloan began to tamper with prophecies to profit from it. When the killers of the Brotherhood became Sloan's tools, their names also began to appear in the weaving. On the cloth machine, but what does this have to do with him?

The burning match gradually fell, and at the moment when the loom was about to be ignited, the gunshot rang out.

The burning flame was shattered by a lasing bullet~lightnovelpub.net~ Then, Fox appeared at the end of the corridor.

"You're here? To save the fate you believe in?" Feng Xue raised his eyebrows and asked jokingly.

"..." Fox didn't speak, she raised the gun.

"Very good, I like people who carry out their will." Feng Xue's face showed a smile, and then shot.

Fox fell. From the beginning to the end, Feng Xue never told her that the loom had been manipulated, and he had no intention of letting her go.

Maybe it is the best ending to let her die in the fantasy of "I am protecting justice"? Well, maybe not, but since you've picked up your gun and pointed it at someone else, you have to have the consciousness to die, right?

Fox died, the loom was set on fire, and Feng Xue chased the remaining killers in the workshop that had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

One, two, until the moment Sloan fell, he finally lost the weapon in his hand.

"I seem to have become a partner of justice once..." Feng Xue sneered as she looked at the corpses and the flaming flames all over the place, and suddenly laughed frantically—"Hahahahahaha! That's right, a partner of justice, Justice called power, justice called victory! Then the ability to harness power to bring victory is called [justice], right?”