Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 23-2] I am Against Them

The sea breeze whipped through the pore gap. Make a bite, and slow the rate of blood flow to the brain. Decrease your focus on thinking, as well as taking action.

It is possible for most people. However, what I just realized, it turns out that this hairy jumbo body has a large adrenaline hormone factory-know, right, its function? Otherwise, you lose to me, who remembers Fiona's presentation in science class.

This body produces it in an unmitigated amount, and it can be simply excreted, as if without any restrictions. Especially in a moment of crisis like now.

Makes me so focused, even though my heart is racing. Strengthened every muscle stock, and made this gesture so easy to do.

"You asked for it, Margo!" Juan shouted, followed by a swing held up a long barrel gun in his hand.

I rushed to dodge to the right, just before the sound of an explosion could be heard.

I have memorized Juan's habits. Likes to direct the shot to the left chest, where the heart is attached, as his first attack.

It was read, and as a result, its deadly attack failed to take place.

I took the opportunity as best I could. Pressing the palatuk, which I then immediately flicked firmly using the thumb of the right hand. Three times the jolt ignited the gunpowder, I did it rhythmically quickly.

Three people got hit by the hot lead on my gun. Not bad, but enough to make them surrender, to return to take up arms.

The gunfire erupted, when I was about to start launching the fourth shot. The heat is mixed with the stinging on the right calf. Juan's shot was there.

It didn't take a hit, but it overwhelmed me enough. I limped running, to get behind the rows of wooden barrels, on the edge of the pier.

The level of difficulty increased, because subsequently, the twelve men of Juan following release firing. I jumped with an early repulsion forced, to be able to get to the shelter.

Damnit damnit! Pain in the leg throbbing hard. Plus, two out of a dozen opponent bullets, a huge success against me. One grazed the thigh, and the other penetrated the upper arm. Similar to the position of the two regarding the left part of the body.

I gasp. Cold sweat. The faster my energy drains, due to accumulated fatigue, and pain.

I was nauseous when I saw blood flowing from the wound on my thigh. Indeed, the bullet did not nest there, because the hot lead was just through breaking through, while gouging a piece of meat as a victim.

Honestly, even though it hurts, but it is better than feeling the lead breaking into the body. Like in the arms that are penetrated by the opponent's bullets.

There's not much time to relax. They're getting close with cocked weapons. Slowly, but surely shorten the distance of the siege.

Damnit damnit! I seem to have miscalculated.

My plan of following the tactics to defeat the final boss in the game "Lone Samurai in Evil World", obviously failed miserably. Though I think, the strategy by defeating his men first, before mengbatap boss, will get satisfactory results.

A thousand times dear. The way the samurai ronin fought the katana-faced boss in the game, it was hard to apply to my battle.

I forgot that Juan's men, who have excellent shooting skills, were guided directly by the prominent cheekbones. From this far distance, with the dim light of street lights, to help the view when aiming, it is certainly easy for them to lock the target.

I took my hat off my head. Pushing it over the top edge of the wooden barrel.

As Margo predicted, the hat was hit by a bullet. I don't know what happens when my head is there. Maybe this brain will be added to the ventilation feature, by trained shooters.

Still following Margo's instincts. I turned my head to see the situation. From the side of the item for a moment.

The gun barked. Releasing the whirring of the bullet, which nearly hollowed out the head. Of the officers, which I do know, some still keep their shot rations.

I did it on purpose, to be able to ascertain the circumstances behind this shelter. Although it was only a glance, it was enough for Margo to remember their position. Three bullets left, I'm sure there won't be less to clear all the officers.

This is actually the same way as in the previous fight. Only a few were given minor modifications in doing so. If it works, I'll thank Yenz. Of course after I was satisfied to punch him wholeheartedly.

I took a deep breath, in order to endure the pain as it shifted, followed by a bending motion of both legs-sama-injured-toward to the side. Easy things that become full of pain due to injury.

I took a deep breath, and then exhaled loudly. In the heart begin to count, from one to ten, with a static beat. Efforts to adjust the course of time, in order to get the right moment to execute.

Nine!

At that point, I threw my hat straight up. Followed by stretching the right hand as soon as possible, crossing the line of wooden barrels, in order to be able to open fire carelessly. Just aim, so that the spark in the muzzle of this revolver can be seen.

Firing succeeded. Again they were fooled. Releasing the shot at the empty target, while I rushed to perfect the counter-shoot.

Full of pain, I jerked my body to the right side of the barrel. Letting Margo's large body land on the solid concrete floor.

My adrenaline's back on track. The pain instantly subsided, following a rapidly soaring focus. The gun that was ready to shoot, I aimed at the small target that hung related.

Surely mixed please blend, along with the explosion that pushed the bullet glide without hesitation.

That metal grain, hit the hanging petromak chain. Make it fall, and break its fire-protective glass. As planned!

The sound of the eruption echoed twice. Together, from two different weapons, and heading in the opposite direction. Both hit the target.

One slashed, and broke the petromac tube, until the contents scattered, then ignited a blaze. Meanwhile, another bullet went through the left chest, which was right under my shoulder.

The first thing I felt, after being slightly jolted by the lead was, the hot and wet sensation mixed together.

I know it's a stream of blood, from a hole through which a rifle bullet was shot.

There was no pain yet, but my heart began to be filled with fear.

Did the bullet hit the heart? If so, why am I not dead? Is it waiting for my blood to drain?

I have not yet finished my fear. Up ahead, with the chaotic scene of the blaze running, with the other officers trying to save his partner, Juan had finished cocking the gun. Handed it to me. Trying to finish the night battle at this deserted port.

My mind was empty, and again I entered into a world of calm adrenaline, which was painless. Make yourself able to take a short decision, to immediately overthrow the body. Turn sideways, until finally it is back behind the barrel.

The bullet escaped the target. I survived, but maybe just for a moment. The footsteps got closer and closer, along with the cocktail of the rifle sounded out loud.

I lay down with a breath of breath, staring anxiously at the top of the heavy wooden barrel, which had no idea what it contained.

Everything went flat, until a second passed, after I put the revolver in its pocket at the waist. Pain, pain, pain, and heat just appear banged on the nerve center.

I wanted to scream out loud, but realized that it would have a bad effect. Juan would have known that I was in pain, and then rushed over, knowing that the hunt was no longer helpless.

Goddamnit! Why does the adrenaline effect run out now?

If only I had accepted his offer, to surrender peacefully. Maybe one day, I'll have a chance to escape from prison. Practice smart ways in the movie Prison Back.

But now, the rice has become porridge, it can no longer be turned into a porridge-so roughly the saying I once read in an Asian meme group. Everything that has happened cannot be repeated.

Well, unless I get into this world, after shopping for food at the konbini (tosperba).

There is no way to escape death. Just have to face it, even though the results are clear how later. At least if I die, I die as a real man.

He deliberately went into battle. If so, continue until the end, whatever the outcome. Indeed we are both cowards, but it is better not to be a coward who fights, rather than just being able to stand up.

While enduring the pain that stoned mercilessly. I move both hands, to be able to reach the bongsor revolver magnum. The cold sweat hardened, as I tried to lift this heavy weapon.

I brandished the muzzle of the weapon past the tip of the barrel. In my heart I shouted, "Hurry up, God damn it! My hands will not be strong for so long!"

The screams of my mind might be heard by him. The protruding cheek-boned tapered man emerged from behind the barrel, with the butt of the weapon stuck to the right shoulder, and the index finger hooked up ready to press the trigger.

"Pathetic. Put the gun down, and I'll arrest you without violence" Juan said, without taking a shot.

"Why should I .. should you do it? You get out of here, or I blow your head off!" threaten me, with breath.

Juan giggled, as if what I said was just a joke.

"You, who was even nauseous when he saw a chicken being slaughtered? No kidding. Anyway, look at your condition. Do you think you can fire that weapon, with a weak hand that doesn't stop shaking?"

It's not wrong what he said. It's not just the weight. Revolver magnum also has recoil-stripping weapons when firing-the powerful ones. With this condition, I was definitely barely able to make a shot. Even if forced, then it is very likely that my shot missed far from the target.

All are still added again, with the risk of aggravating the wound on the left chest. That is definitely the case, because it is due to the effects of the shock later.

"That's for sure you. We do as we used to. That's also if you dare."

Juan growling. "All right! But don't regret it if you've reached hell!" He moved his gun position. "Three counts! It starts with you!"

Ah, crap! This is not looking for survivors, but only prolonging a bit of my already critical life span.

"One ...." Margo started counting even though I was reluctant.

"Two!" follow Juan, who has moved his index finger to the front of the trigger.

There's no other way, right? What can I do again now? Just hope my finger is strong enough to press the trigger, shoot it first, and be able to hit the opponent with a bullet, once the count of three I have to say it.

The clink of a second that seemed to be merciless, still continued to move. Dissecting the story-setting plot, with an explosion blaring.

Out of nowhere.