Wolf Barrel 5.56

Finally, we were able to get close to Dominic.

But there is no moment of respite either.

Dominic's barriers were shrinking enough at a glance. Even I keep the magic refueling light on. I shouted out loud at Dominic, who was standing like Kasayamako, as he fired a towed projectile into the rocks.

"Dominic, hey Dominic! I hear you! I'm here to help!

"............ O, ogami?

Dominic noticed, in a rusty iron-like motion, circling his neck this way. The face was blue and white like a ghost, with a neighborhood under its eyes. Hit the tongue with chip. It's an early symptom of magic deficiency. If you keep vomiting and incontinence like this, you will even have difficulty moving yourself. Seriously, I don't have time.

"Ugh, me... me... what do I do?"

Dominic, who admitted to me and Mr. Roger's appearance, gave that face a terrible look of relief, regret and grief. That's a young look like a lost child who found his parents.

"Hold on! We're getting out of here now!

"I don't know, it's me, it's me, Zoe, it's Hash."

"That sort of thing later, you idiot! You need to get out of here now!!

"To, run away?

"That's right! Put the two of you down and get over here quickly!

"... da, no!!" Suddenly Dominic began to scream as if it had caught fire. "No! I can't leave you two!

"Look, Dominic, it's too late for those two. So..."

"It's not too late! Come on, these guys are still alive! It would help if I showed it to the doctor! Don't bullshit me!

"Dominic, listen!

"Ugh. Yeah! I'll protect the two of you here! Damn it, damn it! Stay out of my way! Get away from me!

Dominic shook his head, as if to reject words entering through his ear.

Confused and speechless.

You said you couldn't afford the time, but fuck you.

Besides...

A gunshot arrow knocks on the barrier that Mr. Roger is erecting.

"Mr. Ogami, ten o'clock! A mossy rock shade, probably three!

While I was guzzling, my enemies attacked me in defiance of my posture.

The instant, the zowari and the back hair turned upside down.

Yeah, shit.

Duh, duh, duh, duh!

Butch the bullet eye in the barrier, fire. Fire blows from the muzzle and M4A1 barks. I shot out the bastard's arm with a rifle bullet that just released an arrow. The base of the elbow blows up more than half, and the forearm hangs just connected by a piece of skin. A man screams gold. One shot in that mouth. One bullet in the chest. A man flips back.

Next.

Quickly move your aim so you can slash the void at the gunpoint.

(I can see you!) I shot out the beard that was coming out of the shadow of the rock. "Gah" screams from across the rock. I fell out of balance, and the man's upper body, I could see it all from here. Chances are, he's behind us.

A second man who tries to help his fallen companion - fits the ACOG cross reticle (cross aiming line) perfectly in his head. I squeezed the trigger and shot off two fangs. One hit. A man's head blew up like a water balloon. The bolt retracts and an empty pod is ejected from the barrel of the gun.

Lower the muzzle tightly and slap two bullets into the neck of the man who remains down. My neck is screwed off, and the man's head blows up like a soccer ball.

and here, there was a metal noise with the cock inside the M4A1.

The bolt stopped as it retracted and the stopper went down. It becomes a sign when there is a complete loss of bullets from the gun. Remove and load the last magazine from the tactical vest. By pressing the "bolt release lever" on the left side of the gun, the retracted bolt will advance and, in conjunction with this movement, will be able to send the ammunition at the top of the magazine you just loaded into the medicine chamber and shoot again.

……

Dominic looked at it with the face that it was incredible.

Looks like he's calmed down. I think I'll listen to you now.

I said in a voice that suppressed my emotions and reassured me.

"Look, Dominic, just sit tight and listen carefully."

With his mouth open, Dominic nods like a ventriloquist doll.

"I can help those two."

"Ho, is that true!?" Responding to the words, Dominic's eyes are opened.

"Oh, that helps. If you move properly."

It hurts around my stomach but ignores it.

It may be a brutal hand, but it's not a situation where you can choose the means anymore. I go on.

"I'm going to throw the rope that way now. Don't play on the barrier if you're wrong, okay? It's got a hook at the end of the rope, so fasten it to the belt."

"Wow, okay."

As he threw the rope over, Dominic fastened it to his belt as directed.

"All right, then keep your head down and prepare for impact. Never raise your head."

"Oh, man. You sure this is gonna help? What's wrong with you?

"Trust me."

I didn't move a single eyebrow, and I caught the pain in my heart.

Dominic lowered his head and I took out the whistle and blew it towards the sky.

The sound of a whistle called "Piiiiiiii".

To signal it, Bonanza, who was waiting, ran out like a cruising missile. Bonanza ran all the way to the rope I had hidden on my way here, mouthing the tip of the rope, twitching U-turn, and walking back to the carriage with all his strength. He is able to act properly and as instructed.

At my feet, the slouchy rope makes a noise and shortens. And the moment the rope pinned, it bent into Dominic's corporeal writing and was pulled backwards at such a rate as to leave a remnant.

"You're doing well." Operation Single Fishing, "which I prepared at a time of need."

I said as I watched Dominic grow smaller as he bounced down the ground, like a nasty kite flying.

"... you've come up with such a bizarre hand," said Roger, halving his admiration and awkwardness. "Anyway, that was brilliant work, Mr. Ogami."

"Thank you. Now that we've accomplished our purpose, let's hurry back."

"Copy that. I've got the escort."

That's how I conned my fist into Mr. Roger's fist offered.

Collect Dominic safely.

When he accomplished his purpose and began to retreat - one man jumped from rock to street.

Man, it's not so much a boy.

"No!?" "What!?

The moment we saw what the boy was holding, we looked at him.

The arrow the boy is watching. It was preceded by a fire dynamite. I instantly understood what this guy was after, and there was a war running all over my body.

The brain emits the biggest red flag.

Faced with a crisis in life, at that moment.

Spellbook cover. The gray wolf depicted there roared. Its deep, long-pulled voice wooded like stereo sound in the center of his brain, rocking his tympanic membrane from the inside out.

For a second.

An intense reaction subsided inside the cranium.

Sympathetic nerves were activated as if they had suffered lightning strikes, and adrenaline (a neurotransmitter that excites nerves) was released in large quantities in the brain. Pupils open, blood vessels dilate, oxygen is taken up in the muscles, and the heartbeat increases RPM all at once. In one blink of time, physical performance exploded.

Concentration as unlikely as usual.

All the cells that make me up get aggregated into gunshooting, just acting like that.

Mr. Roger screams something.

Point the end of the arrow the boy was lowering toward this way.

I opened my eyes to the barrier and, at the same time, pointed my aim at the boy.

A boy squeezes a string.

At that mouth, there was a annoying grin. Yeah, he was a laughing face with bug spit running, like he could kill me. - I was looking at it over the ACOG eyepiece.

The string leaves the boy's finger, long before that, my attack was ready. It's too late for that. Shit. Despite the surprise attack, my reflex speed, which was increased to the extreme, took the lead from the boy.

Squeeze the trigger.

Magic outbursts occur inside the gun. The warhead was pushed out into the firing gas and jumped out of the gunpoint. Muzzle flash. Recoil. The spinning warhead burst between the boy's brows. Between the eyes, a pop hole occurs, creating a cavity so that it can roll inside. And blood exploded from the back of his head.

An arrow slips off that hand.

In the shock of the shooting, the boy looked up into the sky. Comma seconds of silence. Eventually, he lost his balance as his spine melted and fell to cover himself on an arrow.

At his feet, chin, and empty drugpods sounded cool.

Looks like he managed to get out of the crisis.

The moment I realized that, the velocity of the world, which was slowly flowing, suddenly went back to normal.

At the same time, Mr. Roger's anger popped into his ear.

"Get down. Ooh!!!!"

Eh.

Ah, yabba.

The moment I thought so, the fire on the ignition line reached the dynamite detonator.

Explosives burned abruptly, turning into huge volumes of gas, shockwaves and fangs around.

Flash. earthquake. Even if it was about 30m away, the impact was even more severe. A huge amount of sound and shock pushes me in as if I were a wave. A moment ago, if Mr. Roger hadn't sheltered me from pushing me down, by now, he would have had his brain shaken with an invisible hand.

Beyond Mr. Roger's thick body, I felt the shock waves ramming around like turbulence.

A few seconds later.

"... are you okay," he said to me.

"... hey, I don't know. That way."

"This one's fine, too"

Speak to each other. Fortunately, there were no injuries.

Even in that situation, Mr. Roger didn't let go of the barrier. Thanks to that, I was able to get past the blast. Again, not the skilled ones. I was surprised to get rid of the gun. I'm still undertrained.

He pulls the gun in and wakes up his body as he spits the dirt that came into his mouth.

In front of him, dust and earthen smoke wrapped around him like a thick mist. The boy's body had been swallowed up by an explosion flame and erased without a trace. I saw some fragments that looked like it around me.

The wind flows and the dust gradually clears.

The shadow was missing from the rocks. Neither the signs of people, nor the killings that were directed at them, can feel the fire extinguished.

Apparently now the enemy has retreated.

- It's over.

It was the longest fight I've ever experienced. The muscles that accumulate lactic acid demand rest from me. The nerves that were constantly forcing me to get nervous come down to me asking me to release them. But I swallowed the soothing exhalation that drove me out to my throat and kept staring around.

I couldn't believe this was over.

The gray wolf says. They haven't given up. They're coming at me again.

Perhaps the hunch will be taken care of.

I put my strength into my stomach and glanced at the rock where the thief was gone - releasing my killer.

Yeah, fine, come on if you're coming.

Ogami Singo doesn't run or hide. I'll deal with you whenever I want.

But be prepared.

The next time you see each other, it's your last.