met free Chapter 46 A sneak attack is wrong
Chapter 46 A sneak attack is wrong
"What happened? When did this happen?!" Lorne was horrified as he looked at the silk threads wrapped around his ankle.
The opponent was stronger than he had imagined!
Sequence 7? No, more than that, it should be higher!
"Damn it!" He reached for his holster under his arm, his index finger just hooking the hammer, when the woman opposite him suddenly vanished.
The gun barrel was only halfway out when a cloying fragrance wafted towards him. Lorne realized the woman was already in front of him; he could even see the blood foam at the corner of her mouth.
"A newbie."
Sharon was pleasantly surprised by Lorne's performance; his awkward movements didn't seem like someone who had undergone extensive training.
Her silk threads were a decoy, designed to seize the opportunity to strike directly and kill the opponent in one blow while the opponent was distracted.
A burst of black flame formed in her hand. She didn't have much spiritual energy left; this was her last flame. That's why she had to close the distance, so that she could strike with one blow.
If nothing unexpected happens, the person on the other side will be burned to a crisp in an instant.
"What?"
Perhaps due to her injury, or perhaps because the ground was too damp, Sharon, who had already rushed up to Lorne, suddenly felt her legs go weak and slipped...
She felt a moment of disorientation; after all these years as an "assassin," this was the first time she had made such a basic mistake.
The black flames that should have hit her instead bypassed Lorne because of her stumble, only igniting his coat.
Using the force of his backward lean, Lorne pulled off a dramatic escape, flinging his burning jacket away.
"hateful!"
Sharon was unwilling to waste this opportunity, so she pressed forward and thrust her hand at Lorne like a knife.
This is the assassin's unique ability to unleash a devastating attack in a single blow.
Looking at the other person's face, which was twisted with murderous intent, Lorne was momentarily dazed. He hadn't expected his journey in another world to end so quickly.
"Bang!"
Sharon's left chest suddenly exploded, spraying blood and bone fragments mixed with blood onto Lorne's face. The chop stopped just half a centimeter from Lorne's Adam's apple.
"Cough...who..." Sharon looked down at the large, bowl-sized hole in her chest, the blood seeping out completely staining her lace nightgown red.
She staggered as she tried to continue her attack, but slipped on her own dripping blood and fell face-first onto the cold ground.
"What's going on!" Lorne, who was in a daze, was a little bewildered and it took him a second to come to his senses.
He wiped away the bloody, fleshy mixture that was obscuring his vision, then looked down at his empty armpits and made a guess.
"No way..." He lifted his left foot and took a few steps back. Then he glanced around out of the corner of his eye.
His revolver lay not far away, a wisp of smoke still rising from its barrel.
After a brief moment of shock, Lorne roughly understood what had happened.
His jacket was knocked off by the opponent's eerie black flames, and his pistol, along with the gun holster under his arm, was also thrown away.
The moment the pistol fell, the hammer struck the ground, causing it to discharge accidentally.
The bullet struck the man squarely in the chest!
If the opponent didn't launch a surprise attack, the bullets shouldn't have been able to hit her... Lorne calculated the angle and came to this conclusion.
"Did he die because he tried to ambush her?" Lorne muttered to himself, looking at the woman in front of him.
"Although I survived, this scene is truly..."
"This is truly absurd!" Lorne exclaimed, touching his bouncing chest.
He picked up the revolver that had fallen to the side, opened the magazine, and found that a bullet was indeed missing.
Because he hadn't practiced marksmanship much, even with the "machine" ability, he might not be able to hit his opponent if he actually fired the gun himself, let alone hit him in the chest.
Bathed in the crimson moonlight, the scene before me took on a sense of both absurdity and holiness.
However, before Lorne could even feel relieved, the corpse that should have been dead suddenly sprang to life.
"What?!"
In the blink of an eye, the woman's sharp fingernails were only centimeters away from his throat—this woman was still alive.
Just as his fingertips were about to brush against his Adam's apple, a dark shadow swooped down from the eaves, moving as fast as a blur.
Rachel's sharp claws precisely slit her throat. The orange cat used the momentum to swing around like on a swing, whipping its tail and turning, its hind paws striking the other cat's temple.
It turned out that Laki had been lying in ambush all along. Years of wandering had given her an unimaginable wealth of experience in this situation.
"Meow!" As Rachi landed, the blood line on Sharon's throat slowly opened. Arterial blood sprayed onto the surrounding walls.
With a defiant roar, she crashed heavily to the ground.
This time, she was truly dead.
"Meow"
"Meow—!"
Seeing the scene before her, Rachi suddenly screamed.
The howl was so excited it could scare a wild dog to death.
Lorne sensed that Laki seemed to be in a state of extreme excitement and pleasure.
"Could it be..." Seeing Rachel's appearance, Lorne recalled the exhilarating feeling he had when he had completely mastered the potion.
"Laki drank Assassin's Drink, could it be that it just now...?"
Lorne was too shocked by what he saw to react for a moment.
Laki strolled over and rubbed against his calf, her cat paws leaving plum blossom-like footprints in the pool of blood.
Seemingly having learned his lesson, Lorne, now regaining his senses, doubted whether the corpse still retained any vitality.
After a moment's thought, he raised his revolver and fired five shots at the corpse on the ground, taking the body's pulse.
"Bang...bang...bang!"
Seeing her head, which was completely shattered by the bullet, Lorne was certain that she had no pulse.
"How could something like this happen just from wandering around? First, a den of iniquity, and then... I... I'm really unlucky!" Lorne panted as he recalled everything that had happened that night.
"It's just bad luck that this happened to me, but what does it mean to come out unscathed after it happened?" This question popped into Lorne's mind as his tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
"No one should be coming, right?" Lorne looked around, waiting for the moment when the extraordinary power within the other party would burst forth from the ground.
If his guess was correct, she should also produce that transparent substance, just like the corpse he had encountered before... Looking at the inhuman corpse in front of him, Lorne's eyes were filled with anticipation, and at the same time, a question arose in his mind.
If she is like the silver-haired woman in Backlund, then it must be through a similar route.
Why is it that I always encounter women?
Moreover, they were all quite good-looking and quite alluring... Lorne glanced at the plump corpse and guessed.
Could this method enhance a person's appearance, turning women into beauties and men into handsome men?