Chapter 481 Battle

If I say that in this world, the first person I can completely trust is the big sister Sophia, and the second one is the Countess Amiste. These two women can be said to be sincere to him, willing to give him anything, as long as he asks.

Lin En, who is a little suspicious, trusts them very much.

Because he has never had those doubts, when the scene in front of him suddenly broke into his vision, Lin En's brain went into a shutdown.

In this dreamlike clearing in the forest, the Countess was looking down with interest at a corpse on the ground that seemed to have been ravaged and eaten by wild beasts. The chest of the corpse was like a blooming flower, and the ribs burst out in the reflection of petals. It still looked weird under the cold moonlight, which was extremely shocking to the eyeballs, making people feel cold all over and feel a sense of vomiting. In this dreamlike scene, they saw such a shocking picture!

Lin En's shrinking pupils showed his inner restlessness.

He saw the blood...

It is better to say that any person with normal vision here can see the mottled blood on the Countess's body. Her beautiful and fair face is more like a red plum with a little bit of bright red. Her expression is strange and distant, as if she is recalling something.

The Countess spread her hands and clenched her fists and relaxed her palms.

The little gentleman immediately drew his gun and hid behind the tree in a short time of less than a second after receiving the impact. His heart was beating loudly at this moment, and his eardrums seemed to be the roar of the pounding heart.

'No, it's not her...'

It's not an unacceptable subconscious denial, but by comparing some details, he can keenly see that something is wrong. For example, the arc of the towering chest is different, and the proportion of the pair of plump peach buttocks is not correct. That is the beauty that Lin En has watched and played with countless times. He is familiar with it and can clearly identify it even if it is wrapped in a layer of clothes. This difference in details makes Lin En sure that Moonlight is definitely not Amiste.

However, that scene was too shocking, and Lin En couldn't help but think of something, and he couldn't suppress the strange doubts in his heart.

No, this is not the time to think about that.

Lin En bit the tip of his tongue lightly with his teeth, and the stinging sensation made him concentrate a lot. Lin En, holding his breath, clenched the revolver in his hand, which contained six bullets. In the state of full six senses, he not only had eyes to observe the scene behind the tree.

It was like a blurry and hazy 3D image. The perception of Sequence 8 was far beyond that of ordinary people. This was a field that ordinary people, even those born with disabilities, could never step into after training. If Sequence 9 was able to do so, then Sequence 8 was comprehensive.

Lin En, who quickly restrained his emotions, reflected the silver moonlight in his eyes, as if two emerald gems were flashing.

He saw that the fake was intoxicated.

Spatial distance, wind direction and airflow, obstacles along the way, and selected shooting range.

Like a computer that runs efficiently, Lin En built two action plans in his brain according to the situation. He felt lonely at this time and suddenly missed Bill and Ye Funi very much. If they were there, he would be sure that the fake countess would stay just by communicating with gestures.

First, shooting suppression.

With the last breath pressed in his throat, Lin En turned around and raised his gun to aim at the target, as if he was shooting in a military factory, with his eyes and gun in a straight line, to suppress fire.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Three bullets were fired first.

At the moment when Lin En raised his gun with murderous intent, the unreasonable warning of the extraordinary existence made the fake countess dodge. She almost defied gravity at an angle, and the whole person jumped up from the ground like a spider, rushing over like an alien with the help of the trunks of the dense forest.

Most of the extraordinary people killed by guns have not been trained. In fact, for these people who are particularly abnormal in dynamic vision and motor nerves, there is a set of dodging techniques to guide them, and they dodge or counterattack by calculating the shooting angle of the bullet.

The fake countess in front of him stepped on the tree trunk and flew around Lin En's blind spot with irregular movements.

'So fast! '

Lin En was shocked. With his Sequence 8 reaction, he was not able to catch up with the opponent in time. He gave up the first plan in his mind. In this dark forest, he gave up using his eyes to capture the exaggerated afterimage of the movement. He tilted his body at a small angle and quickly leaned against the tree trunk to reduce the attack surface.

Almost at the moment when Lin En did this, the sound of breaking through the air passed by the direction where he had stayed before. The scalp-numbing sound of breaking through the air made Lin En feel the scene of Ye Funi wearing an outerwear and shooting through the steel plate on the training ground. This fake should not have any weapons on him, so it can only be said that his alienated body is a bit scary.

At this moment, the sharpness of breaking through the air and the bloody air made Lin En have the illusion that he had been cut.

Bang! Bang!

Facing the illusion, he did not hesitate to return the bullet!

Two more shots were fired, almost brushing past the tree trunk. In the dense forest lit up by the gunfire, Lin En clearly saw the face of the impostor, who was grinning a bit, as if he was enjoying the struggle of his prey.

The familiar grin made Lin En feel even more uncomfortable. This face had interfered with his judgment more than once.

'One more shot left.'

Lin En, holding his cane horizontally and leaning against the tree trunk, had a bullet between his teeth. He quickly swung out the cylinder and quickly added a bullet to the revolver.

He could only add one more bullet because time did not allow it.

Hunting experience taught Lin En that no matter how good your shooting skills were, hitting a target moving quickly in the forest was 40% luck and 60% skill. It seemed that he had reached the end of the road. As an auxiliary extraordinary person, Mr. Xiao was like a prey forced into a desperate situation. He could only lean against the big tree and struggle to death. The sound of breaking air from all directions was more and more urgent, exacerbating the sense of oppression of approaching death.

The fake countess obviously understood the lethality of Lin En's firearms and tried to seduce him to shoot the last two bullets. In that case, the fragile body of humans who had no room to change bullets would be cut open.

When the gun flames flashed again after the ghostly figure, and unexpectedly missed, Lin En held the last bullet and began a stalemate, which seemed like he was holding on to the straw that saved his life and was unwilling to let go.

Soon, a dazzling smile appeared on the charming face of the fake countess.