Summoner of Miracles

“Boom boom -! ”

In the roaring explosion, on the south side of the abandoned city, in the warehouse street, a warehouse exploded suddenly, allowing the storm to sweep away with the shock waves, scratching in all directions.

The black smoke rose.

Fire wave arrays spread.

Powerful bombs burst the entire warehouse like a leather ball, causing the flames to burn, even the temperature in the air to climb several times, shaking several of the warehouses around it, and the tarmac was like baking and burning.

“It exploded! ”

“It exploded! ”

“How's it going? What the hell is going on? ”

“Are those two dead? ”

The players in the many VRMMOs that clearly see this scene make successive shouts.

“Chairman! ”

“Chairman! ”

ALO, in the Guild Bar on the 20th floor of Ein Grant, a number of Red Wings members also stood up and shouted.

“Rojin...! ”

Everyone, including Yasna and others, stood up in shock.

During the BoB contest, the live broadcast of the contest will not be heard, so that many people do not know what Rojin and Poetry have said and why they have evolved into the present situation, so that poetry is captured and Rojin comes to rescue.

But a few seconds before the bomb went off, Rojin and Poetry were indeed in the warehouse, which everyone saw.

Immediately afterwards, the images switched out of the warehouse, so that everyone could see the explosion of the warehouse, but it was not known what the status of Rosen and Shina was.

It brings up the hearts of all.

Under these circumstances, nobody sees...

“Cough...! ”

Outside the exploding warehouse, Poetry was lying on the ground, coughing.

“Did you catch up? ”

Luo Zhen also lay on the ground, even on the body of poetry, as if to protect poetry under his body, turning his head, looking behind him, to give the ruins of the flaming roll to the income eyes.

At the end of the day, Luo Zhen caught up and cut off the chain with only two seconds left in the countdown. He hugged Shino and rushed out of the warehouse in one breath, escaping the robbery.

“Are we not dead? ”

Poetry dumped his hairy head and finally regained consciousness. He looked at the warehouse covered in flames, his pretty face still pale.

The camera also switched to both of them, so that everyone could see what was happening to them.

Watching Luo Zhen and Poetry didn't get blown up on the spot, many people had to relieve themselves.

However, at this point...

“...... ”

Lo Zhenzhen's face suddenly changed on the poem. He hugged the poem again and rolled away.

Spin...

“Shh!”

In a tiny cracking sound, a bullet actually ripped through the air, coming from a distant direction and landing in the original position of Luo Zhen.

“Boom!”

The noise of the explosion, which was too subtle compared to the explosion, sounded abrupt.

The bullet landed straight on the ground, rubbing off like Mars, leaving a striking bullet mark on the ground.

“What... what? ”

Poetry was not able to react in the first place, looking at the bullet marks on the ground, and the beautiful white face suddenly changed.

Instead, it was Luo Zhen, and his eyes glistened.

“Ambushed around? ”

Ro really seems to understand something.

But the situation has not improved.

Soon after, a clear red ray came and landed on Roger's forehead.

That's the ballistic predictor line.

Seeing here, poetry finally understands.

Someone's sniping.

Besides, the target is Rojin.

As for the identity of the other party, do we still have to guess?

“Dead Gun...! ”

There is no second person but the culprit who caused all this.

The next second...

“Shh!”

The sharp cracking noise sounded again, exposing the bullet from the sniper gun.

Until then, poetry had heard no movement at all.

In other words, the poem did not hear gunshots.

This is not because it was obscured by the explosion of the warehouse, but because the other party's gun was silent.

In this case, either an optical sniper with very little sound is used or a silencer is added to the sniper gun.

Plus sniper guns with this silencer can suppress the sound of a gun to some extent when fired, but this stuff is an expensive consumable in addition to affecting the hitting rate and range, which is simply not available to the average person.

But the bullet was clearly live, proving that it was the sniper gun that used the silencer, but still had an amazing hit rate.

Obviously, the other person is a very skilled person and also very wealthy at home.

At the same time, Poetry also understands why he was hit by a sniper when he was in the forest without any sense at all.

Among them, poetry must have its own reasons, but the greater reason is that the other party possesses this technology, and the sniper has added a silencer to make poetry unprotected and directly hit.

Now, while the other side was out of their misery, the other side launched such an attack just when their mind's guard had been removed.

If Luo really didn't feel extremely acute and found the sniper ahead of time, this would be, in other words, if the poem was targeted, it must have died on the first sniper, right?

Plus, Luo Zhenzhen is the killer who can make himself dead, if poetry was just shot, can it still live now?

When I think of it, poetry has to be a chestnut.

But by this time, Rojin had pushed her away and let them roll aside as if they were bouncing apart from each other.

“Boom!”

The second bullet from the blast hit the ground again, triggering Mars and flying directly.

The opponent's second sniper continues to fail.

So the third ballistic predictor came in.

This time, however, the ballistic prediction line did not fall on Roseanne.

Xingxing may have realized that his sniping was useless to Ro, and the other party's ballistic prediction line went straight to Poetry.

It falls on the frown of poetry.

“Ah...”

At this moment, the poetry is blank.

“Sex...”

Meanwhile, a burst of void caused the bullet from the third sniper gun to cross the sky and fly straight into the heart of the poem.

Poetry has seen the bullet.

Just as time has slowed down around the world, poetry clearly sees the bullet, causing its warhead to gradually expand in its own eyes.

Although, it was just a virtual bullet in the imaginary world, poetry had made it clear that it was a deadly bullet that could penetrate the barriers of the world, travel through time and space at the moment of its hit, and fall on itself in reality.

Death, again close to her.

Are you finally dying?

At the last moment before his death, poetry rose in his heart, and that was the idea.

Maybe, in a two-year-old car crash, he should have died.

Perhaps, in that incident five years ago, I should have been shot through.

Today, the late death comes after all.

(I...)

Is that a relief?

Poetry thinks so in silence.

Until that shadow appeared.