Hunter of the Perished World

Throwing knives are recoverable, unlike bullets, and produce no noise.

However, unlike handguns, the range was very short and there was no choice in the hazy training to kill moving things. Even skilled hunters were often unfamiliar with gladiators.

But Leona didn't have much of a choice. That's why I bought a bayonet knife and practiced it by myself for a few days.

At first, it was hard to stick it into a log. The handle was right, for example. Even though the throwing force was weak, it didn't stick.

When it became possible to whitewash the log, it increased the distance, and it was thrown toward moving after it had gained the perfect range of effective kill.

You practice swinging and fitting your lungs like a swing while hanging a rope from a tree. There was a tremendous amount of time invested again.

When I was able to fit the tires, I threw them towards the living.

A big wolf, and a wild dog, and a cat, and then a mouse.

And now.

If it's within range of a live bird, it can also match a flying sparrow.

Leona has not spent much on humans compared to the amount of time she has invested in gladiators. It was because there were always overwhelming firearms everywhere.

Only, Leona tried to learn a skill that she might use someday. A hunter is a safe hunting principle, but as with a hunter, you may encounter extreme situations at any given time.

That's why I've been able to choose the most effective option as a gladiator in this situation, where I have to do a perfect sneak attack in the dark.

I wish I had more, but holding more than four would only make Leona's burden heavier.

Every time I did this, I couldn't help but feel the emptiness.

Leona holds a javelin between her left fingers and a javelin in her right hand. The center of gravity was perfect and the blade was sharpened. I also learned how to sharpen a knife from Jin.

‘Coming.'

Leona raises her head slightly. Those who were shining flashlights were having a conversation. I don't know when and where the monsters will appear, so I'm shining flashlights everywhere.

Determine the position of the flashlight by hand, and anticipate the position of the body.

Throw.

Boom!

It's pointless to make sure you hit it. Leona pulls out another machete and throws it back at the other flashlight.

Boom! Boom!

“Huff!”

“What the hell!”

“Monster!”

Boom! Boom!

By the time the enemies have identified the defect, all the gladiators have already left Leona's hand. The chaser shines a light at the falling flashlight, and you can see the javelin inserted into each heart, neck, head, and sharp spot.

“Humans, not monsters! ”

“Target is nearby! ”

“Find it!”

If it's a good thing about gladiators, you can't really measure the projection position. I never betray a skill so practiced. Leona tastes like a gladiator who has practiced so much that not all of them can be organized.

But in the end, a gladiator is just one skill. I knew I couldn't survive on my own. It's only a matter of time before they see where the knife is. Concealment is only possible for a short time.

The flashlight started to search the area in a daze.

But Leona was already working on the next plan.

My daughter.

Leona is already holding a flare gun with a pin in it. If you throw it immediately, it is possible to shield enemies who are on guard. They intuitively recognize the opponent as a hunter.

Wait for the deferred renal canal to reach the point of detonation and then throw it to a timing that doesn't even have time to respond.

It was a very dangerous technique called Cooking.

‘One…. Two….'

And in three, Leona fires a grenade across the cover to the ceiling of the tunnel.

Cooking is a dangerous skill.

However,

Boom!

If successful, the effect is clear.

Kukwabang!

“Ow!”

“My eyes! ”

“Flashbang!”

“Sibaaal!”

A massive flash swept through the tunnel with a thunderstorm. Leona crouches, blindfolded, not influenced by the fierce light. Shortly after, Leona breaks the flare rod and throws it into the tunnel without looking.

Chihuahua!

With a blazing flare of light, Leona leaps out of the cover. Leona already has a glock with an SMG update in her hand.

Most of the enemies have already been neutralized. Thanks to the bright red light emitted by the flare, the enemy's silhouette is clearly visible.

Enemies hit by Flashbang are unconditionally blinded. The optic nerve must have been harpooned after encountering intense light, familiarized with the darkness.

Soon, they will be incapacitated, making them a low priority. Leona sees the people rolling around on the floor, wrapped around their eyes.

But luckily, those who avoided the light of the flare look around with a frown.

Steady.

And shooting.

Bloop-oop!

With the sound of the silencer's chirping rounds, the sonic blast turns the enemies into beehives.

Hunting always needs to be prepared.

Preparation should be prolonged.

Gene always said the moment of the hunt itself shouldn't be long. With that said, Leona hides herself in the shadows of another as she moves forward after dealing with one of her living enemies.

The situation has already come to light. The ability to read the situation is sufficient.

Four were dealt with with with by a sledgehammer, and ten were dealt with by a flare gun, a cripple.

Soon, there will be five. Only five of them will overwhelm the platform.

“If you find him, take him out! ”

“What if Rudrey's infamy gets caught in the crossfire! ”

“Kill him! Master Regent says he will take full responsibility!" ”

Aside from proving his innocence, Jodnak Ruegent had no mercy on the fugitives. He was literally a principalist.

“Send backup first! ”

“Five minutes until we reach the reinforcements! ”

The enemy was quick to judge. Enemies will converge at this location. I don't know how many pursuers will follow, but I need to clear out quickly and leave this location.

Leona emerges from the cover and shoots at enemies in sight. The accuracy of a handgun in this situation is great, even when it is a handgun.

Blub-ub!

“Knng!”

Quickly emptied the bullet, and Leona shoved lightning into the next magazine.

“There! Behind the rock at the entrance to the tunnel! ”

But instead of one, those who saw the flares found Leona's location. Four hostiles left.

“Take him down!”

Tata, Tata, Tata!

An overwhelming gunfire has begun to keep Leona's head from sticking out. At this rate, we won't be able to move to any other cover. If a grenade flies, or someone else approaches while the subjugation is in effect, Leona dies without a move.

The problem was there were too many survivors in the Flashbang.

“Grenades! I'll take the subjugation! ”

Grenades are grenades. Enemies try to throw grenades at Leona as well. We're down to one overwhelming shooter. Anything goes wrong, you're dead.

We need to move.

Leona turns to cover to aim for loosened oppressive fire and aims at the enemy in firing range.

Blub-ub!

“Cough!”

The man who appeared to be the commander was struck down by automatic pistol fire.

Bang, bang! Tuck!

A grenade was thrown at Leona, and she ran out of the radius of the grenade and hid behind the other shelter.

Kukwakwakwakwakwabang!

Three grenades explode simultaneously and Leona's cover blows away.

“Gone!”

“Drop the flashlight! Our position is exposed! ”

They threw out the lights. Now all I see are flashlights and flares lying around on the floor. Leona hides in the dark, and her enemies also hide in a square where no flares and flashlights show. All the sane have died.

It was Abigail in the tunnel mixed with the sighs of those who complained of the pain of the snow, the sound of a flare gun, and those who had become a honeycomb.

Three hostiles left.

If the three are not dealt with quickly, reinforcements will arrive.

We can't rely on unresponsive psychotics, and we can't rely on unresponsive psychopaths.

All abilities other than the flesh are merely additives. If you lean on it, it will eventually be swept away by its power.

Hunters must be cautious.

But there are moments when you have to take that kind of adventure. The most dangerous thing to do is to do nothing.

Doing nothing is like waiting to die in the end.

Even an adventure, you have to do it if you have to.

Knuckles!

Leona breaks the flare once more and throws it to the other side.

Paper work!

The flare once again reveals a hidden foe. The enemy is terrified of the flare, but Leona is already targeting him.

Blub-ub!

“Knng!”

There's two left. However, this action has revealed Leona's position. I had to make a move, but the flare I just threw reveals me perfectly when I go outside the cover.

I was able to take care of one, but I was in a desperate situation.

It is also difficult to track the footsteps due to the groaning of the surviving enemies.

What choice do the enemies make in this situation?

Leona knows. I wait to know.

Cock, cock!

The sound of the hand grenade pins pulling out reveals itself in the cover. Enemies are clearly thrown. For throwing, it is not the whole body, but the arm is exposed.

A moment.

Leona is able to see the chipmunk unfolding toward her. You are about to leave your hand, held in the hands of someone beyond the cover.

And it's been a while.

Leona pulls the trigger, aiming precisely at it.

You have to guess. If you don't, you die.

Bloop-oop!

I emptied out 33 rounds of ammunition in no time.

Kukwabang!

The grenade you were about to throw explodes.

Leona falls back without a smile of contrition.

“Hehe!”

Leona falls to the ground, missing her pistol. What he was about to throw was not an explosive chipmunk, but an implantable chipmunk.

The flying debris sticks to Leona's left shoulder and clavicle. With suffocating pain, Leona shudders.

It's not a fatal wound.

It wasn't fatal, but it was fatal in this situation. The enemy will approach and die in a state of helplessness. Although not completely incapacitated, fatal is fatal.

Leona cries out in agony.

“Ugh! My arm! My arm! My arm! Ugh! Ugh! ”

Leona sighs and complains of pain. There is no one to listen to. No, that's an unheard shout.

“Ugh... Huff, puff, puff, move. Move!”

The last enemy hears the shout and quickly approaches. The enemy has already killed or disabled 19. Make it quick. The last one quickly approaches Leona's cover in order to take care of it before the enemy moves again.

We don't need to have a conversation.

The moment I saw it, I thought I had to kill it, and then I stepped into the cover.

He could see the softoff shotgun aimed at him.

Boom!

“Huff!”

Boom!

“Chug!”

A two-shot gun shot, no human can survive this near zero range.

Leona leans forward, frowning and making an impression.

He was clearly wounded. Blood flowing from the shoulder and clavicle was telling me that.

However, it was not enough to cry out as if one arm had been torn off.

“That's naive.”

Leona exudes pain and deceives the last of her enemies beautifully.