Blue and White Society

  Chapter 350 Sharp Assassin

  Hawkeye itself is a dynamic vision. If the nerve response is high enough, it can see through the trajectory of bullets and dodge.

  The Hawkeye of the Blue and White Society came from the Little Brotherhood, and the assassins in front of them were the real discoverers of this black technology.

  They are all ascetic monks, and their training and practice are no less than members of the commune. Maybe they can't reach the peak of human beings in three years like the members of the commune, but what about ten years?

  Combined with the blessing of the 20-day assassination time, pure physical fitness is actually crushing the members. Basically, only veteran members of more than ten years can compete with them in melee combat.

  The man in white lying in a pool of blood in front of him is obviously the best among them. He can clearly see the trajectory of the ballistic and dodge the bullet smartly.

  Mo Qiong could see right away that the reason why the man in white approached slowly was because he wanted to avoid bullets.

   If you charge straight, the approach speed is fast, but once the angle is blocked by the bullet, even if you react, you will not be able to dodge because you are walking towards each other.

  So the man in white seems to be coming slowly, and he doesn't sneak. In fact, he is steady and can guarantee that he will not be hit by bullets.

   His strength attracts shooting, while others can quickly approach with the help of buildings. It can be said that each has a division of labor.

   What's more, he dodged this wave of positions, and he was able to grab the head start. The gunmen who shot couldn't hit him, and they were killed back, and their mentality had already collapsed.

  Haman even called out that this is not a human being, so that even though there were many people and guns here, he was frightened and began to look for cover to hide, not daring to stand there to suppress the barrage.

   It can be said that at this point, the assassin has already taken the initiative.

  Mo Poor couldn't hit him, but wanted to protect Haman again. It can be said that he has no choice but to draw his sword to meet him, or run away with Haman.

  So the man in white said leisurely: Guns are useless, let's fight swords.

  Unfortunately, it's too late...

   Mo Poor saw his face, shot him and collapsed, only then did he hear what he was saying.

   It's hard to get over the water, and it's hard for him not to hit the opponent with this shot.

  The man in white saw it clearly, and also predicted the trajectory and avoided it.

  But I never expected that the trajectory of this bullet would change! He suddenly turned a corner, and with his sharp eagle eyes, he watched helplessly as the bullet drew a large arc and shot into his forehead... pawn.

   "Ah! Mentor!" The other black-clothed assassins who rushed in secretly stagnated.

   "The bullet has turned a corner! He is the king of gunfights of the Lanbai Club!"

  The mentor-level assassins they led in this operation were directly killed in seconds, which they never expected.

  Through the eagle eyes, they also caught a glimpse of the bullet turning at a large angle just now. It is not unusual for the bullet to turn in this hand.

  After so many battles with the Lanbai Society, they still know that the people of the Lanbai Society can use the air wall to distort the trajectory and change the trajectory of the ballistic.

  However, to be able to turn such a big arc with such precision, and to turn it so close to the instructor can no longer react, this calculation is only used by the king of gun fighting in the Lanbai Club.

  There are only four gunfighting kings in the Lanbai Society, and the youngest is in his thirties. The one in front of him is only in his early twenties. Could it be that he has changed his face?

   Or, the newly promoted king of gun fighting?

  When the mentor died, the black-clothed assassins were a little confused. Originally, they were led by the mentor to attract firepower and took the opportunity to rush in and strangle the target.

At that time, the blue and white club members will be entangled in close combat, which is their advantage, and the mentor will come to join the battlefield. The club members are not as good as the assassins, and they are outnumbered. To fold here.

  But now, with one shot from Mo Poor, their plans were disrupted.

"How to do?"

   "There is no retreat! There is death, but no life!" A black-clothed assassin said firmly.

  Although the mentor is dead, the task must be completed. They have already rushed in, and retreating now is the end of letting the opponent's gun fighting king kill one by one.

  Since this is the case, it is better to fight hard. The opponent's marksmanship is superb, but the melee combat is definitely not as good as the assassin. As long as the mission can be completed, at worst, everyone will die here.

   There is no possibility of failure for six assassins to strangle the target at close range.

"kill!"

   A cold light flashed over, Mo Poor caught a glimpse of it with eagle eyes, and shot backhand, hitting that hand.

   It wasn't that he didn't want to take a headshot, but that the opponent was too fast to see his face clearly. The angle of the opponent's shot was so dangerous that he could only catch a glimpse of a hand and the Hidden Blade blooming under that wrist in a hurry.

   Even if the hand is pierced, the stabbing will not stop! Because it is the sword that kills, not the hand! It is the waist, abdomen and elbows that exert force, not the wrists.

quick! It is too fast!

  Almost at the same time, he caught a glimpse of the cold light on the other side.

   As expected, there must be one behind!

  When Mo Poor was at a critical moment, he spiritually pulled Haman forward.

   "Stab!"

  Both sides of his neck were cut by the Hidden Blade, and blood burst out.

   But at the same time, he also led Harman to escape the four-sword raid behind him!

  If he had been obsessed with the visible target just now and dealt with the Hidden Blades stabbing from both sides, then Haman would definitely be stabbed by the four enemies behind him.

  Haman must have died if he hadn't predicted that the enemy would backstab and didn't entangle with the enemy within his vision.

  At this moment, although he saved Haman, the price was not small. Even though his neck was protected by a majestic outfit, he was still pierced by the Hidden Blade, almost cutting an artery.

  If it wasn't for the prestige that slowed him down a little bit, and he deliberately avoided the vital points, he would have stabbed deeply and killed him this time.

   "It's so sharp..." Mo Poor's hairs all exploded.

  Six assassins assassinated at the same time, and the back attack, auxiliary attack, and main attack were closely coordinated, which almost killed him and Haman.

   Fortunately, he killed the white-clothed man who was coming forward at the beginning, otherwise the way to rush forward and dodge would be death.

  The gap in the encirclement and suppression of the frontal escape will be filled by the more powerful man in white, forming a lore situation.

   Even now, the situation is not good.

  Mo Poor turned around and fired three shots in a row. He was hit, but he only hit one, and it didn't hit a vital point.

  Because the opponent was too close and too fast, the other five were no longer in his field of vision, only a dark shadow was glimpsed out of the corner of his eye.

   Missing a hit, they scattered in an instant, and they had a near-perfect grasp of the perspective of the human eye.

  When Mo Poor turned his head to track, the opponent was always able to maintain a place outside the corner of his eyes.

   So far, except for the man in white, he has never seen the face of an enemy!

  The assassin's whereabouts are erratic, and the dragon can't see the head but the tail. When assassinating, he often only sees a Hidden Blade, but no one.

  People are stuck in the blind spot of vision!

  With this extremely terrifying card perspective, it’s no wonder that members of the club will die once they are alone and approached by an assassin.

   It’s okay for two people to talk, but no matter how powerful a person is, he must have a blind spot in his vision.

   And Wei Zhuang only has some buffering effect when the opponent is even stronger than the members.

   Facing their assassination, the air wall is the same as facing bullets, and it will be broken after a short delay.

   "Get down!"

   Mo Poor yelled, and at the same time, the hand holding the gun pressed Haman's head, letting him get into his crotch.

  With his left hand, he quickly drew out a dagger, and with incredible speed and angle of attack, he slashed away the Hidden Blade that was stabbing forcefully from the corner of his eye!

"Ding!"

   While parrying the thorn, his hand didn't stop, and he rushed to Hanguang on the other side at an extremely fast speed.

   "Ding!" Bounced the Hidden Blade again.

   It hasn't stopped yet! Mo Poor's body turned on its own motion, and saw two cold lights again.

   Only two ding dings were heard, a series of parrying!

   There are six enemies and two more hits!

  Mo Poor didn't stop, even if he almost lost his balance, he continued to change his perspective. Sure enough, he saw two black shadows stabbing extremely sharp Hidden Blades.

   "Ding Ding!" Block all!

   It was also a wave of siege, but Mo Qiong abandoned his gun and used a dagger instead, unexpectedly deflecting all the attacks.

   Six blocks per second!

  Harman was lying on Mo Qiong's crotch and saw clearly. Mo Qiong punched himself like a spinning top, and heard six crisp, connected metal collisions.

  During the period, because he made too much money and he was in the way on the soles of his feet, Mo Poor almost lost his balance and fell.

   But like a tumbler, he twisted and turned back.

   During this turn, the simultaneous attacks of the six assassins were all resolved.

  Man and sword form a perfect harmonious trajectory.

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  (end of this chapter)