Wolf Barrel 5.56

Follow Orazio's lead and walk in the woods.

Twenty minutes have already passed since I started walking. It's coming a long way back.

The woods are littered with dark gray bark trees like bunnah on undulating flats. All the trunks are thick and splendid. I think I'll be fine with the shield. As we proceeded to the back, the muddy soil gradually turned into something stiff. Good, and reassuring. There is no obstacle to running.

Inhale the air.

Then mixed with the scent of the forest, he felt a tingling tension in his nasal cavity.

Is it time?

I have the guts to work it out so I can deal with whatever happens.

The main arm is M4A1. Number of loads 16 +1. This time, he put a "sling" on the gun body and hung it from his shoulder. By doing so, you are free to use both hands, convenient for switching to a pistol and again to an assault rifle.

The subarm is Beretta M92F. Number of loads 15 +1. It is stored in a holster on the right hip made by modifying the pouch.

Tactical vest has eight 5,56mm magazines. Cell phone a total of 128 rounds.

The pistol magazine pouch on the left leg has two 9mm magazines.

Five S&WM 500 magnum bullets in the pen holder.

Knife for dismantling on left shoulder. Magic medicine 2. Antidote 1.

Put the cap back on and cover your face with an iron mask.

Self-styled samurai on the chest.

That was all I currently possess.

Eventually, I saw a destination and a bumpy spot.

While the trees are disturbed, there is only a pompous and empty space. It's like a battlefield born of nature. In the center of it, there was one figure.

I was in my twenties. He's a fine man.

The line of the body is somewhat thinner.

Trousers in black leather jacket. In his hand was a composite bow (flexed short bow) that Mongolian horseback riding peoples seemed to have. Two arrows at the back hips. The belt is also fitted with a box filled with some kind of item. Multiple knives. A demonic ring on his arm. It's a lot of heavy equipment. I guess not wearing armor is a choice that I understand doesn't work for 5,56mm ammo.

I don't have to ask.

He's the serios.

Obviously not as powerful as the lower end. The temper to rise from its body was so disastrous that it rotted the surrounding plants. Instantly understand you're not a one-stranded opponent.

Even though it's tough on a one-on-one basis - troublesome there were other enemies lurking around me. I can't see it because I'm cleverly hiding, but I am. And multiple. My sense of smell, sharpened by my entry into the woods, was sniffing at the signs of the ambushing men.

Was it a trap after all?

"Can I ask you one thing? ♪ And me. ♪

"What?" says Orazio, walking forward.

"There's nobody else here but us, is there?

Ask questions to try.

Then Orazio nodded to Eagle Deep Fried, "Oh yeah," he said.

"You and Lady Celios, and just me in the presence. It's our Medio family's way of saying no one's going to fight a duel."

"Heh, really?"

I snuck up and sighed as I replied carelessly.

How dare you lie to me in the face? I'm frightened.

But this made me feel better. I can be this kind of opponent, without hesitation, even by cruel means. Orazio turned me on unconsciously.

(... can we get around here?)

I stopped inadvertently.

Orazzio, who noticed, looks back, distorting his eyebrow root in surprise.

"What are you stopping for?"

……

"What, are you scared?

Orazzio grinned with Niyaniya at the mouth peeking from the hood.

An exemplary smile to backstroke a person's nerves. But given the misfortune that was going to happen to him, I wasn't that angry. I ignore Orazio. [M] The sling was used to move the M4A1 aside and pull out the beretta. Grabbing Beretta's top with his left hand, he pulls the slide in a natural motion, as if he were even touching his own arm, and sends the first shot of the bullet into the pharmacy. Disarm the safety device as well.

At the same time.

Inside me, a grey wolf woke up.

I gently stroked the wolf's back in my head. [M]

You kept me waiting. It's time.

"Oh, hey, it's gonna be you!

Sense the anomaly and bark like Orazio was in a hurry.

I ignored this too and started talking on my own. [M]

"You know what? After he dies, he says he has to be in line for the Long Snake to stand trial for the death of the Great. There's going to be one dead person on Earth every twenty seconds, and when you add up with the world over here, it must be a huge queue."

"Huh?" Orazzio, unable to understand the story, utterly speaks out.

"While you're in line, can you tell your people who came later?

"'I killed you to avenge Zoe Hamilton and Hash Craven." Go to hell, biting that name off often. ""

"Are you kidding me!? Wait, we're still hostages, Dynama."

I'm not going to go along with the crap.

I hit the trigger before I finished. [M]

Single-handed shooting by a dominant arm. Distance 5 m. I won't remove it.

The bullet was as accurate as it was pulled by the rule and hit the man between the eyebrows.

He smashed his skull, and the bullet was just halfway between his right and left brain, creating a cavity of about fist size. The physical energy stored in the warhead didn't stay with it, and further destroyed the man's head and popped out. A piece of flesh is twitched out of the hole worn behind it. But it was never splashed by a man's hood. From the collar neck, loose human soup flows off. Its intense smell drifted this way, even as I was away.

Orazio, whose brain function collapsed after just one bullet. The dynamite cord slipped off its right hand. That cord is the type of thing that ignites by pulling it hard. It's certainly faster than lighting a fire, but accidentally like this, I can easily disable it. I mean, I'm too cautious, Manuke.

Just in case, I fired another shot at Orazio's head. There was a hole in the fabric with the dull sound of Bossu, and a second tunnel of meat opened onto the head of Orazio.

The impact of the landing causes the hood to roll back and reveal its expression.

――

Orazio was desperate with his eyes round.

Orazio fell on the spot like his lower body melted.

Here we go.

When I was in the mood, I breathed in and shouted out.

"Listen carefully, there you are, Manuke! I changed my mind! I don't care what happens to the hostages anymore! You're on your own in a duel or whatever, you idiot! Bye!"

When I turned my heel back, I kicked the ground and ran.

I felt multiple signs behind my back, rushing to move. Turning over his shoulder as he ran, the men, who had been hiding, were chasing him. Always this guy looks amazing like a bull going in for a red cape. Haha, I'm angry. I'm angry.

Without even knowing you're jumping into a Hell's Cauldron from Mizu.

I laughed inside and hid behind an affordable tree. [M]

A width of 3 m or more.

Great tree for a shield.

I turned my back on the tree and took Beretta out of the corner and fired a towed projectile. "Wow!?" "Hii!" The legs of the people I was chasing stop. In this gap, we got to work.

Concentrate your consciousness.

Two pieces of metal in the palm of his hand - summoned a primer (gun detonator).

This is on the bottom of a 5,56mm bullet, which fires when a strong impact is applied to this part, and is a mechanism by which the gun powder ignites and the bullet is fired. They have a variety of boxer and pinfire types, but I'm not sure. Anyway, if you tap it, it's a part of the fire.

"Son of a bitch. Wow!

"I'm gonna bust your ass!

The sound of the men running off again.

I don't have time. Hurry up and keep working.

Remove two short chopped dynamites from the pouch. This is Mr. Lucca's souvenir. Opening the mouth of the ignition line section reveals a dynamite detonator. Set as many primers as you just did on that ignition drug section. Secure it so it doesn't flaw and close your mouth securely.

Bye.

"Grenade" is complete.

I threw grenades at the men from behind the trees. Fall into good position. Quickly he returned his body and crouched to round his back. Close your eyes, open your mouth, and cling your pinky fingers to both ears. Anti-shock posture complete.

Neither of the two grenades I just threw has a fuse line.

It's not even on fire.

So naturally it doesn't explode as it is.

Then I say how do you ignite, 'Just bend your fingers'?

Well, it's a pleasure to see.

I connect with the primer with a yarn that is unconscious. Success. I raised my index finger on my right hand and bent it twice guzzled with the feeling of pulling the trigger. Then Primer reacted, firing as if he had been slapped in the ass with a shooting needle.

Ignite the dynamite detonator.

It will be linked to the detonators, the detonators, and finally the fire will extend to the explosives.

At that moment a tiny chunk exploded, and violence not commensurate with its volume scattered around it.

Impact. Boom. The space distorts and deflects. A blasted branch leaf makes a screaming sound and flies a thousand cuts. I should be closing my eyelids, but for a moment, I saw a flash of darkness dyed white.

A swollen wave of air pushed from behind me at a speed exceeding the speed of sound. The big tree on my back took that shock, but it can't be zero. Taste the pressure as if you had been covered with many or many duvets from your back. I've done this, but I wonder what's happening on the other side. [M]

The shock leaves and the silence wraps around.

When I slowly opened my eyelids, my eyesight appeared blurred.

When you shake your head, the contours of the world that were distorted become clear. No hearing abnormalities either. I stood up on my knees. [M]

Grenades, which often appear in movies, games, etc., are covered in metal on the outside, allowing this to become a piece of metal when bursting to scatter and do extensive damage. This is called a fragment grenade. The homemade grenades I used this time are simple enough to generate blast flames and shock waves. It is less lethal in comparison. The hazard radius is also narrow. But it was powerful enough to take the lead from the opponent.

Plus, if it's within 20 meters, it can be remotely operated, like just now. Super convenient.

Insert a new magazine into the less bullet Beretta, apply the safety device, and then return to the holster.

Reinstall the raid carbine and exhale thinly once "Phew". And only half out of the shade of the tree.

At the end of his sight, there was a miserable sight.

Best in front. Probably had a blast at close range, the man's body was blowing up on wood dust as if thrown into a giant shredder. There is a splash of red fluid on one side around. This doesn't happen when you punch blood in a bucket. A thousand severed arms caught on a branch just around the corner, shaking like a pendulum.

The second closest man must have been attacked by a swarm of scattered branches. A pointed branch pierced his entire body, turning him into a grotesque object. He also suffered worse burns and lacerations. But cruelly, the man was not dead and was leaking unspoken groans.

The other two seem to have been spared direct blast pressure due to the rubbing distance. But the injury was not mild: they both bled heavily from both ears and walked around flirtatiously like sleepwalkers. That gaze has not been fixed. With one eye, I can see that I haven't had normal thinking.

I process it quickly with M4A1.

Hit the trigger.

The firing flame extends from the muzzle and the puff of blood smoke can be bounced. The rifle bullet hit the lower abdomen of the man lying there. The bullet bounced around his stomach as he liked and swept his colon and small intestine out of the bullet marks on his back. The man came to despair with the ultimate abdominal pain.

Hit the trigger even more.

Hit the head of a man who was standing on a bar. The skull exploded with a pungently dry sound and the man's body flipped over behind him. A man's brain marrow stains a layer of dry dead leaves.

Shoot a bullet to make sure your breath stops. Shoot. Shoot. I don't hesitate.

I am ready to take on the business at last.

"- That?"

When I finished the last one, I realized there was one thing.

I don't see Cerios.

The chills ran. I taste that floating feeling, like I stepped through a board when I was walking.

Shortly afterwards, something glistened hard at the edge of my vision.

Before I thought about it, I lay down.

I called the head "ho-hu!" The sound runs through. And a long stick stung a nearby tree. Arrow. One hair at a time, I was able to avoid the arrow that flew towards my neck. If you look, the arrow was about half way into the trunk. What would have happened if it had hit me? I get goosebumps with Zowazova late.

It was still Celios who shot at me.

He was by a tree about 50 meters away.

Apparently, he was chasing after four of his buddies. That's why I spared the blast. What a careful bastard.

I lay low and responded with a semi-automatic projectile towards Cerios.

But it was hidden behind the tree, and I lost my temper.

Otsuki, who was bulleted instead of Celios, scattered pieces of wood.

Penetration is unlikely.

"Shit!"

Spit out the words hard and throw away.

It was dangerous to keep yourself exposed, so we moved to a tree that was going to be another shield.