Like any other day, Bobby went to his work, driving the red supermodel car after having a sumptuous lunch with his aunt.
And as soon as the vehicle reached deep inside the wood where he rarely met any second vehicle, suddenly he applied the brake and stopped his car just a few feet away from hitting the large lumber blocking his way.
The side door just beside the driver's side lifted and a lanky youth with a pair of sunglasses got out of the car.
He then walked toward and bent down to lift the lumber when suddenly his lips curled, and a bullet ripped toward him, aiming at his head. As he hunkered down, he observed an incoming bullet, and it almost hit him, merely missing as it grazed the tip of his hair. Even before he could take a proper breather, another five bullets flew toward him at an incredibly fast speed. There was no way for him to avoid those shots this time since they were all fired, blocking all his escape routes. At least one of them will hit him in a vital part of his body, for sure. At least he couldn't dodge those shots, so he couldn't escape.
It was to no avail; he had no other choice but burned the vampire blood within his blood vessels. At that point, the bullets, which were already moving slowly under his ocular technique, Devil's Eye Skill, slowed even more under his perceptive sharpening. Soon, his body vanished and reappeared near his vehicle.
In no time at all, he ran into the woods as several bullets kept flying at him as the sniper hunted for his next targets with pinpoint accuracy, as every bullet might hit either his head or heart.
In addition, the sniper's speed increased to that of his suddenly explosive sprinting speed, which means he might potentially take him down the next time he clicked. Bobby knew it too as he calculated the precision of the bullets the hidden sniper kept chasing him down with bullets for the last five minutes inside the bushy woods and he found no place safe to hide from the shooter. But he abruptly reduced his sprinting speed and missed the next round of bullets raining down at him.
"Hey, what're you doing? It seems like you've been playing to the enemy's advantage for the last six minutes…. Oh, come on. Do you plan on keeping up with this pace, running like a mouse through a cat's mouth? Believe me, at this rate, you'll never make it to either your military site or back to the city." Cynthia's twinkling, the bell-like voice echoed impatiently in his head.
"It's becoming rather interesting for me." Bobby, on the other hand, responded gleefully, as if he was having fun.
"Hmph, interesting, my butt! There is nothing to be interested in when your arse was about to get fired." Cynthia didn't quite agree with him, as all she saw until now was him running wildly with no plan to turn the tide.
They kept interacting telepathically while he kept dodging the rapidly incoming bullets; some of them managed to hit him but he didn't care as they all missed the vital points and most of them hit his arms and stomach, leaving only superficial wounds.
"Eh, don't ruin the fun?... Don't you see what the shooter is doing until now? As I kept analyzing the patterns of the shooter's shots after the first few minutes, the motive of the shooter became clearer to me. And I found out something really, really amazing. It's clear that he's ready to use every skill at his disposal to take me down, but on the other hand, since it's not possible for him to take me down, his approaches to shooting until now were leading me to a specific spot; perhaps, that spot was an ambush point or maybe a strong melee opponent was there waiting for me." "The funniest part is how he uses his bullets to test my abilities, which, for me, has been a real eye-opener. Hahaha… Isn't it fascinating now to watch a marksman use his bullets to gauge my limit, my dear friend?"
"Now, this friend, that is interesting, and you made an excellent point there. I was expecting exactly from your level of intelligence to provide such a level of deduction." Cynthia praised him with no reserve and she continued, "Despite that, how are you going to turn this around in such a critically dire situation as this?"
Bobby responded with a smirk on his face. "Hmm, don't worry darling? I'm already working on that... Now I know the coordinates of the apparent spot where the shooter is trying so hard to lead me, too.
Hahaha, what perfect timing, huh? It's time to give you an amazing show…" "10, 9, 8,7, 6, 5,.." Then he began counting down numbers starting from 'ten,' and just as he uttered the word 'one,' the surrounding area exactly around him briefly dimmed as a huge cloud blanketed the area overshadowing his current position in the sun.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bobby disappeared from that spot as though he had vanished into thin air.
Five and a half kilometers away from his spot, at the top of a small hump-like hill, there was a shooter laying on the ground.
Exactly twelve minutes ago, the shooter, in all his military gear and camouflaged with the surroundings, was observing a spot that was five and a half kilometers south of his current position through an extremely sophisticated long-range scope.
The sniper heard from the earpiece attached to his ear. "No.10, the plan is already in motion. Exactly 3 minutes and 25 seconds remain until the target arrives at the ambush position... Get ready, and stick to the plan, over!"
"Roger that, over!" the sniper, who was called No.10, responded.
Then, exactly three minutes later, a beautiful red-color supermodel car came into his scope, and he saw the car stop and Bobby came out of the car wearing a pair of sunglasses. "Time for hunting! Target is in the plain sight," he replied, unlatching the sniper, aiming at Bobby's head, and pressing the trigger, as the bullet quickly flew toward Bobby at an extremely incredible speed. Seeing that Bobby was about to lift the lumber up, he said, "Bullseye's!" And he almost made a smile but halted as Bobby successfully dodged the bullet.
Then he snorted, "Humph! What a lucky bastard?... Still, I'll fucking blow your head." He then clicked the trigger five times, aiming at five different spots around Bobby.
But on seeing that, Bobby exploded his speed and dodged all of his bullets, he spoke, feeling unpleasant. "Fuck, this brat seemed to have some skill under his sleeves. Fine, I'll still send you to meet your maker, today." Then he saw Bobby dashing into the woods. "Running inside the woods can't help you. If it was someone else, you might have some chance of saving, but unfortunately, you met me today. Then let's see how far you can run while dodging my bullets."
No.10, the super shooter kept snipping on Bobby, but he failed as Bobby kept running and jumping around the woods at an incredible speed. "Hmm, playtime is over, boy. I now know the moving pattern of your movement. Let me see if you can dodge my next five bullets. In the event that you did dodge and are still alive, I will give up on taking your life today and leave it up to No.1's good hands to slay you." Suddenly he focused his origin chi on his left eye, which was using the scope right now, changing it to a drizzling blue and suddenly he saw ?Bobby's movement slowing down and all his likely potential spots for the next 5 steps appeared in the vision of his eyes with 5 red points. Then clicked the trigger 5 times, changing the position of his hit at the five red spots marked with his eye skill. But through his scope, he saw something unexpected, and that was the fact that Bobby abruptly halted his steps sticking on the ground, breaking the law of inertia considering that he was currently running at a very fast speed, but the next second he stopped sticking on the ground stiff, which was not possible.
"Oh, fuck this! You win man. When I used my ultimate sniping skill, you were the first one to put that stun on and be able to stay alive. Cheers to keeping your life, mate!" After a brief hush, he looked through the scope, shifting briskly with his right eye, and then continued shooting at Bobby, but clearly this time he was not intending to kill him.
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