Wolf Barrel 5.56

Bam! Bam!

At the time the wolf made it jump over the roots of the tree, one shot at its abdomen. The impact of the bullet upset the balance, to where you're falling, another shot.

Forecasting that he can no longer move, he approaches and sees one stop shot.

Make sure it's dead, then retrieve the crystal fangs and resume moving.

I've been fighting new wolves ever since.

Attacking one at a time, not more than one at a time, was at least the salvation. I can handle this. I don't even want to think about it if they come in more than one.

I'm an amateur at shooting.

Even the way you set up wasn't militarily trained, but imitating Jack Bauer.

I can't fix the gun I'm holding in my right hand right now, and I don't even know the name of the part very well. All I know is games and movies.

Such amateur bullets, however, strike so often.

I didn't think the trick of hitting a moving target was the same as the game.

Anticipate the opponent's path, rub the bullet in front and release it.

The image feels like the goal is going to hit the bullet itself. The feeling is called "goal tape". That's the work I was doing on the computer display.

That works here.

Besides, recoil is not a big problem either.

It's just hard to shoot in a row, but if you aim at it in a single shot, you can handle it even if it's about 15m.

But the effective range of the pistol was between 5m and 10m.

It's a fantasy world, so it's not what it feels like to be real?

Speaking of which, one more thing. It doesn't matter what the power thinks.

The Beretta M92F bullet I hold is a 9X19mm parabellum bullet. A bullet to destroy a soft human body and does not have the power to pierce concrete. Of course I can't smash a wildlife thick skull.

But the 9mm bullet released from this gun I hold gently smashes the wolf's skull and blows his thick forelegs bone-by-bone. It's like a large caliber magnum bullet for hunting.

Is this because you're a fantasy too?

- Let's not think deeply right now.

There is no answer for thinking about it. We need to focus on the fight now.

As you can see from the fact that my whole body is like a rag, even after that, I feel so sore. But it's thanks to the crystal fangs that we can still move like this.

You're supposed to be bleeding quite a bit, but it would also be because of your fangs that your temperature is back.

When I kill a wolf, I get fangs out of my mouth. The fangs heal the body.

Now all you need to do is understand that. Don't even think about it.

I hear jarring noises from around my back.

The blazer's jacket was round and wrapped around his body, making it an impromptu hipback, some of which was stuffed with loot fangs. We'll be fine before this goes away.

"Oh, no!

If you noticed, the slide of the pistol was still fixed with retraction.

It's called a hold open, it's a run-off sign.

When I hurried the empty magazine out of my pistol, I ”created" a new magazine from my left hand and plugged it in.

But I can't shoot with this alone.

Use the button called 'Slide Stop' on the left side of the gun to return the retracted slide to its original state. This way, the first bullet is sent to the dispensary, and then if you hit the trigger, you'll be able to shoot. Right, Dr. Bruce Willis?

I noticed before, apparently, that I can produce a magazine from my left hand. I'm not surprised anymore. I'm convinced that's what it is.

By the way, a pistol can only be produced from your right hand. pistol on the right and magazine on the left.

I wonder who decided.

Instead of being highly powerful for this pistol, it has major drawbacks.

At first glance, it looks real, but only contains up to five bullets.

Only four shots in the magazine. There should be fifteen shots if it's supposed to be...

If you are alarmed by the feel of the game, you may not notice a bullet run out like you do now.

You have to be careful. The bullet was empty when the wolf attacked me, how laughable.

I created another spare magazine for caution and stuck it in my pocket.

and that's when.

My ear picked up a sound.

"- Eh."

I got goosebumps all over my body.

People's voices!

People, thoughts, voices and sounds echoed the trees to my ears.

I know which direction.

I ran unconsciously.

Slip and fall on the moss, but keep running.

As the voice progresses, the density of the tree diminishes and the vision gradually opens.

From the sky, the light is plugging in by the way.

The humidity that sticks to the skin gradually diminishes and the air quality changes.

No, but even then, expectations grow.

Finally. I can finally get out where people are!

I'm finally gonna open up from this pressure!

I'm gonna help!

Joy runs through your body.

Excitement puts life into tired leg muscles.

I pushed on with selflessness.

Threatening shooting at an attacking wolf, forward, forward!

Through long forest tunnels.

And finally,

"Road!!!!!

At once my vision opened and I jumped out onto a big road.

It was a street about four lanes wide, sandwiched by woods and valleys. It's full of gravel and dirt, but it's obviously tidied by people's hands!

I finally got where people are. [M]

I look up to heaven without a voice.

The sky is blue. A dry breeze strokes my hair.

"I wanted to, I wanted to..."

Its openness and awesomeness made me almost cry.

Looking back at the woods, there's no sign of a wolf.

Thanks for saving me.

Now I'm saved. [M]

Forgot the word "otherworldly," and I was intoxicated by the air of relief.

But.

The joy didn't last long either.