"I heard that you are a sharpshooter, right?" Ike Taro's voice sounded in Sam Williams' ears. "I don't really have much confidence in shooting competitions, but Saint Christopher has blessed me that my bullets will always find the enemy." "The vital point," the American replied with a curled lip, then realized that the other party could not hear his voice, and shrugged self-deprecatingly.
"Listen, when I give the order, attack the man holding the cigar with all your strength, you know," Izuku instructed.
"Even your sniper has been killed, so what can I do on my own," Sam complained, but Sam still put the Beretta pistol back into the holster, carefully opened the buckle in his arms, and pulled a He slowly pulled out the long revolver, and with a slight movement he hit the bruised sternum. The pain made him suck in cold air. The barrel of this pistol was astonishingly long, and the whole body was matte silver. The American unloaded it. He lowered the drum drum and checked the five bullets inside, closed the magazine, pulled up the hammer and released the safety, then slowly poked out the barrel of the gun from behind the sculpture and aimed at the Metropolitan Police Department building.
Ideki Taro said: "With such a long distance, can we ensure accuracy? Do we want to get closer?"
"Bah," Sam spat angrily, "I don't want to die yet... From a mere forty meters away, not to mention my 'Miss Bellucci', even a Beretta pistol can shoot fifteen centimeters of spread Ah, my 'Miss Bellucci' is made of titanium crystal material using the latest generation 3D printer of the American company DNVK. The drawings are designed by me personally. This is the most accurate of the six sample guns and is equipped with 9.7 inch barrel, using .44 caliber Magnum tapered semi-armored pistol bullets specially customized by Smith & Wesson. Every bullet is carefully selected by me from thousands of rounds of ammunition... What's the use of saying this? You can't hear it anyway. This baby has never been shot in actual combat. Let me show you how powerful the kinetic energy of the muzzle is over 5000J..."
His breathing calmed down, and his eyes narrowed slightly. All that was left in the world was the crosshair, the front sight, and the enemy forty meters away. The cigar-chomping tycoon was easily slaughtering the soldiers in the silver mine, a silver shield of magnetic fluid. Changing shapes and wandering in front of him, the bullets had no way of penetrating the electromagnetic fluid defense. But with a random wave of his hand, the tycoon transformed into sharp swords and spears to kill the soldiers. This was a battle with no chance of winning. Mu waited quietly. He couldn't tell what he was waiting for. The sun was shining quietly, and there was a strange and warm atmosphere in the Metropolitan Police Square where corpses were strewn. Scattered gunshots rang out from somewhere in the distance. They must be candidates. The battle between the warrior and the enemy, now the ghosts have no time to care about the situation on the other side of the battlefield, because there are two powerful sons of God standing in front of them.
For some reason, Sam suddenly remembered the scene when he first learned design. In the desolate Gobi Desert, his brother, U.S. Army Air Corps Sergeant Rick Williams, pulled the trigger and shattered a car twenty meters away. Just a beer bottle, "Here, give it a try, it's not difficult. As a Texan, how can you not know how to use a pistol?"
Sam, who was only eight years old, took the heavy pistol and aimed it at the wine bottle in the distance. His brother leaned down and corrected his gun-holding action: "Remember, you have to know what you are doing when you pull the trigger. A bullet is not a small piece of metal, but an extension of your mind. Even if it leaves the barrel of the gun, you still have to look at it, control it, correct it, and let it follow the trajectory you want to get where you want it to be. Kill whoever you want wherever you want,"
"...Killing," Sam raised his eyes.
"Of course," Staff Sergeant Williams said expressionlessly, "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 within ten seconds. The rain of bullets cut a sharp cone on the magnetic fluid shield, but as the firepower was interrupted,
A silver spear shot out from an unexpected angle and penetrated the soldier's abdomen. The deformed magnetic fluid shield began to calm down. At this moment, Sam pulled the trigger.
"Bang," the clear and distant sound of gunfire echoed around. The 11.18mm warhead was pushed by the gunpowder gas and accelerated along the long barrel. As the bright flame flashed from the muzzle, the bullet traveled through a 40-meter space in an instant, like a sharp knife.
Pierce the shield
, accurately nailed to the tail end of a 5.6 mm assault rifle bullet. The two bullets collided and turned into a lead double-petaled chrysanthemum. The huge kinetic energy was absorbed by the defense, and the cone on the magnetic fluid shield visibly protruded.
"What," the tycoon opened his eyes in surprise.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang," four gunshots were fired in succession, and the Americans emptied the five-round magazine of "Miss Bellucci". The first four bullets reached an astonishing spread of one centimeter, like a series of first and last shots.
The bullets hit the same position of the shield like a train, squeezing the convex cone into a critical state, and the last bullet missed slightly.
, wiped out a row of sparks on the inner wall of the cone, "Come on," Sam waved his fist, "Click," the bullet finally lived up to expectations and penetrated the shield. The magnetic fluid shield bloomed with silver petals, and the scorching warhead roared in.
Juan Modorado gritted his teeth hard and cut off the cigar with his teeth like blades, "Huh,"
The bullet hit his left chest, and "pop," a big hole burst out in the black suit. The tycoon was shocked and took three steps back, but no blood spattered on his chest. This son of God with a unique ability turned the blood in his chest into hardening
The magnetic fluid and dense capillaries become bulletproof armor on the inside of the skin, and the warhead only penetrates into the skin.
He lost kinetic energy within half an inch of his skin, and a smile appeared on the corner of the tycoon's mouth. This ability can only be used briefly, otherwise the tissue will die due to changes in osmotic pressure and lack of oxygen. However, it has saved his life more than once in the battle, and he is calculating in his heart.
The amount of magnetic fluid used to turn blood into semi-fluid metal is to stand on the steel wire
Playing with fire, his weight is 99 kilograms, and the total blood volume is about 7.5 liters. Now more than 3 liters of magnetic fluid has been released through the wrist wound. The blood in the body is already at the limit of maintaining human body compensation. Just now, the chest
Blood conversion consumes more than 300 ml of blood, which is completely
It disrupted his rhythm, "the critical point," the tycoon thought to himself, feeling that his brain was confused due to ischemia, he was thirsty, his whole body was cold, and his pulse became faster. These were all signs of serious ischemia, and his steps were slow.
Move backward slowly, "You must evade temporarily and wait for the reverse transformation of the magnetic fluid...otherwise you will go into shock..."
"Are you okay, Mr. Modorado? Also, like me, do you feel that the implanted chip is burned out?" Mori Nasser came over and asked with concern.
The silver liquid metal slowly dissolved. This inversion process is relatively slow. The pale tycoon retreated into the hall, waiting for his physical strength to slowly recover. "What do you care about me, rookie, it's your turn, the chip has long been burned out."
We are here, but reinforcements are expected to arrive," he roared feebly, taking out a
Putting the cigar in his mouth, this special Bolivar cigar can replenish oxygen and rich glucose to the human body after being lit. "Five minutes, no, it takes at least eight minutes to restore physical strength," Juan Modorado thought.
, while stretching out his hand: "I lost my lighter, lend me a fire, rookie,"
"certainly,"
The black-haired Arab youth walked up to him and clicked the lighter. The piezoelectric element in the lighter was also damaged in the EMP explosion. After pressing it for twenty times, a small flame lit up. The tycoon Staring at the flame, he felt a chill coming from his back. He looked back in confusion and found that a dagger had just been pierced into his back.
"you……"
"Now that the chip is destroyed," Maury Nasser shrugged expressionlessly.
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 young man said calmly, "I know this level of The damage cannot kill you, but as long as there is a penetrating wound, can your magnetic fluid shaping protect against blasts from the inside of your body?"
The tycoon's eyes widened. Nasser flicked his fingers. The dagger was a hollow short blade ground from a round steel pipe. A passage leading to the tycoon's abdominal cavity appeared. With two "pop" snaps of his fingers, the air was extremely compressed. Stuffing a steel pipe dagger like a capsule, in less than a second, the two air capsules will become chaotic, explode, and turn into turbulent flow with cavity effect, tearing the tycoon's body apart from the inside out.
"Impossible," Modorado shouted with all his strength. The blood in his abdominal cavity quickly coagulated and turned into silver-white viscous metal. The air capsule was wrapped in layers of magnetic fluid. "Dong dong," two A muffled sound came from deep inside the man's body, and red and silver blood overflowed from the tycoon's nostrils and corners of his mouth. The explosion was eliminated, and Juan Modorado showed a ferocious smile: "Hey, hey, now it's my turn..." …”
His smile froze on his face. In order to prevent the explosion in his body, he turned more than 60% of his blood into magnetic fluid. Now the sequelae of extreme ischemia appeared. His muscles began to spasm due to lack of oxygen, and his liver was trying its best to create fresh blood. The blood is failing due to overload. If there is a blood vessel distribution map at this time, it can be seen that the silver-white area is swallowing the bright red area. Since his consciousness has been blurred, his unique magnetic fluid shaping ability is irreversibly taking over. Get rid of all the bodily fluids all over his body.
If he could be put into a deep coma at this time and a blood transfusion could be done in time, the tycoon's life could be saved. But all Nasser did was stand there with his arms folded, watching the man become paler and paler, and the last trace of life finally passed away. Modo Lado stood in a strange posture, his pupils turned into a faint grayish white, and the cigar slowly extinguished at the corner of his mouth. At this time, the soldiers rushed in, and the dense rain of bullets covered the tycoon. "We can cease fire," Maury Nasser, The man who can also be called Morrie Alpha Gold Mine waved his hands and looked at the standing body with a bit of regret, "You are a good opponent. I really hope to have a chance to fight."
The shattered suit, skin and muscles fell off piece by piece, and a silver-white metal human figure appeared in the hall. The shape of each silver blood vessel was clearly visible, like a weird ultra-modern sculpture.