Chapter 86: Final Kill
Wei Chuanwu is definitely proficient in firearms. His shooting posture is professional and his accuracy is amazing.
After killing four people in a hurry, he finally caught a chance to jump up from the ground and confronted the remaining two with a gun.
He had already guessed that one of the two must be a real player.
And Wei Miao also knew that there were only two bullets left in his gun.
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The psychological game between the two will determine the number of bullets Wei Miao will face.
At the back of Wei Chuanwu's neck, the cross-shaped double pupils suddenly opened, and the two eyeballs overlapped in the center, and the pupils showed a strange "∞" shape.
In the whistling wind, the uncle moved first.
He kicked the ground with his right leg, and rushed out like an arrow from a string, but his momentum was not enough, and it seemed that he did not use his full strength.
Wei Chuanwu's thoughts turned quickly, and he raised the gun and swung it between Wei Miao and the uncle.
The two people's eyes followed the gun body, and finally saw the muzzle pointed at Wei Miao.
Wei Miao showed a slightly surprised look, and the uncle let out a low roar, his momentum suddenly increased, and he quickly approached him.
However, the silver-white gun body shifted for a moment like a phantom, and suddenly fired.
Before that, the "∞" of the cross-shaped pupil seemed to be flowing, faintly flashing blood.
Wei Miao stood still, but the uncle made a subconscious evasive action, and his footsteps were wrong, and he actually avoided the bullet by a millimeter.
Wei Chuanwu:? !
If he hadn't killed Shan Weizheng himself, he would have thought that Shan Weizheng had changed his skin and resurrected from the dead.
But after being surprised once, he would not miss the second time. In the blink of an eye, he had adjusted the angle and fired again! This time, the bullet burst out with a thunderous sound.
Judgment of life and death!
The uncle's body inertia had not yet been eliminated, and he was unable to change his evasive trajectory, and was hit by this sudden shot.
The bullet penetrated his forehead, almost opening one-third of his skull, and even the white brain inside could be seen, sticky with thick blood.
The logistics uncle fell to the ground with a bang, and the blood splashed out of an abstract painting, the bloodiness of which would leave a lifelong shadow on those with poor psychological quality.
Wei Chuanwu looked at him carefully and confirmed that he was dead and could not die again.
However, when he saw Wei Miao standing calmly opposite, he was puzzled for a moment.
It was obvious that the player who had "never met" him had some ability to control others as cannon fodder. He had to judge whether it was a student girl or a logistics uncle.
All kinds of performances were predictions and counter-predictions.
Wei Chuanwu smiled at himself against the light.
He lost the bet. Ye Yan
Wei Miao raised a happy smile on his face, and for the first time armed himself with [Seventh Eye·Deacon of Delusion Breaking] in front of people.
The red priest robe wrapped her body properly, and the loose hood cast a deep shadow, covering her face. The long sleeves were gathered at the wrists, and although loose, they did not affect the battle.
A bright red blade appeared in her hand, and a scarlet cross pupil appeared on her forehead, and the ∞-shaped pupil was very mysterious.
"Good guy." Wei Chuanwu said with a smile, and the pistol was still pointed at her steadily, "Do you want to bet whether there are bullets in my gun?"
Although he was smiling, he was full of murderous intent.
He pulled out a close-fitting fruit knife from his belt, with a fierce posture ready to fight for his life.
Wei Miao slowly walked towards him, holding the red blade in front of her chest: "I bet there is no."
Suddenly, she stepped hard with both feet and rushed towards him at a speed that surpassed the top athletes. In the dim light, the trajectory showed a dizzying afterimage.
The distance between the two people, from about ten meters, reached the point of face to face in a breath.
The pistol in Wei Chuanwu's hand disappeared. He waved a fruit knife with a bit of madness on his face. He took the initiative and chopped from the upper left to the right, directly approaching Wei Miao's face, trying to force her to retreat.
However, compared with his gun skills, his knife skills seemed mediocre to Wei Miao, who was proficient in fighting.
Wei Miao suddenly braked, leaned back, and dodged the fruit knife with an extremely accurate distance. The tip of the knife was only five centimeters away from her throat.
At the lower three roads where Wei Chuanwu was not prepared, a kick to the crotch was faster than his knife and hit the target firmly.
Wei Chuanwu's whole body froze, his expression was visibly tangled, and the movements of his hands were also a bit frivolous.
Wei Miao's left hand blocked and twisted his elbow joint. In Wei Chuanwu's dilated pupils, the red blade held in Wei Miao's right hand pierced from bottom to top, from the lower jaw.
A flash of blood flashed! The ruthless force made the blade almost penetrate the entire head, and blood spilled from the corner of Wei Chuanwu's mouth.
After a moment of severe pain, the last consciousness dissipated.
His last perspective was the slightly raised corner of the mouth of the person in front of him. There was no pride, but only pure joy.
Wei Miao pulled out the red blade with force, bringing up a puff of blood.
The bright color of the blade and the blood were exactly the same.
Wei Chuanwu's body slid to the ground. Wei Miao glanced at him. There was a dark green light in her eyes, coupled with the subtle arc of her mouth. People who didn't know would think that the bodies on the ground were her masterpieces.
In fact, it was true. Directly or indirectly, their final fate was within expectations.
She waved her hand, shook off the blood on the blade, and put it into the storage space.
The strange air hovered above the magic circle, and the faint sound of ghosts crying seemed to be bidding farewell to all the dead. It would not stop operating due to the death of the host, because it was already a half-completed ritual. After the prayer and the feedback promise, the real completion of the magic circle had nothing to do with the host.
The bright red priest robe could not be seen whether it was stained with blood. She was finally able to expose her identity as a member of the Eye Spirit Church without scruples.
Wei Miao took over the ceremony.
She found a clean place to sit down in the strong smell of blood, and the passion of life and death game and fighting gradually cooled down.
The corners of her mouth fell back, she supported her head and stared at the magic circle. The cold wind could not enter her robe. In the dimness and silence, she felt peaceful.
Against Wei Chuanwu, it was not only the psychological game that depended on it, but also the cross pupil, but Wei Chuanwu failed to see through the use of the ability.
The activation of future vision ignores the real time, which means that it can not only be used for trial and error, but also a magical skill in battle. Of course, for those with rich combat experience, future vision is just icing on the cake.
Compared with the rumored danger prediction, each has its own advantages. In battle, future vision can see through the enemy's next move and respond in advance, but if the user fails to react to the impending danger, the ability will be useless. Danger prediction focuses more on avoiding unknown dangers.
Future vision can only last for a limited time and number of times, and Wei Miao only opens it when necessary, such as when Wei Chuanwu chooses one of the two.
Before he made a choice, Wei Miao had already known his choice based on the imagined prediction. The uncle was able to dodge the bullet miraculously, allowing Wei Chuanwu to offer his second shot, and future vision played an indispensable role.
So she dared to gamble, and the probability of winning the bet was much greater than Wei Chuanwu.