'Damn it, who are these guys?!'
As he sprinted across the rooftops, Death Gun thought to himself, 'It was supposed to be a simple assassination of a noble from an ordinary kingdom. How could there be so many experts and troops waiting in ambush?'
"Hm?!"
Just then, Death Gun's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man in luxurious clothing leaving with a group of guards. He couldn't forget that face—it was his target.
"Approximately 350 meters away. Wind is from the southeast, a light breeze. Wind speed is about 3.5..."
Death Gun estimated the distance and wind speed. Now that the target was in sight, how could he leave without taking him out and getting revenge for this ambush?
Suddenly, Death Gun spun around and quickly fired at the four men chasing him.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He fired four quick and rapid shots.
Caught off guard by the sudden return fire, the four men quickly used their abilities. One instantly vanished, another dodged, a third pointed a finger at the incoming bullet with lightning speed, and the last one simply blocked it with his body. However, because they had to dodge and block Death Gun's bullets, their movements were noticeably slower.
At that moment, Death Gun's muzzle shifted, aiming for another direction.
Bang!
A spark flashed from the muzzle as a bullet shot out.
Pfft!
Just as the middle-aged noble was about to enter a building, his body suddenly twisted to the side. Half of his head was gone, and steaming hot blood and brain matter splattered onto the guards next to him.
"Sir!!!"
The guards cried out in alarm, completely stunned.
"Target eliminated."
Death Gun let out a cold snort, retrieved his rifle, and started running again, all while reloading. His custom-made rifle could hold five bullets, had a range of 1,500 meters, and was very powerful. Within 1,000 meters, it would break a limb if it hit an arm or leg. If it hit anywhere else on the body, it was a guaranteed kill.
"Damn it!"
Seeing the middle-aged noble's death, the four men's faces immediately darkened, becoming extremely ugly. If they were using the man as bait, they had to guarantee his safety. Otherwise, who would be willing to be bait next time? And to have him killed right in front of them was an immense slap in the face.
"Bastard!"
One of the men flew into a rage, his pale face turning beet red. He extended his index finger and pointed it at the air.
Pop!
The air shimmered with a slight ripple.
Death Gun's eyelid twitched. He felt a sense of danger, so he changed direction and tried to dodge to the side.
Pfft!
It was too late. The clothes on his left shoulder exploded, revealing a splash of blood. The accompanying impact caused his body to stumble, and he almost fell headfirst to the ground.
"Crap!"
Death Gun looked back.
As expected, another man took the opportunity to leap into the air, walking on it before kicking out.
Swish!
A blue-white crescent-shaped slash appeared out of thin air.
"Rankyaku!"
Recognizing the move, Death Gun was shocked and quickly rolled on the ground to dodge.
Boom!
The slash cut through the roof tiles and left a deep crack in the floor of the room below.
"That was close!"
Death Gun broke into a cold sweat. If that had hit him, he would have been seriously wounded, if not killed. He was confused. "Damn it, why would World Government agents be waiting in ambush for me here?"
Whoosh!
With a soft sound, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of Death Gun and punched him directly.
Thump!
Death Gun held his rifle with both hands in front of him, but he was still pushed back more than ten meters.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the tiles next to Death Gun's feet shattered, and some pale white, tentacle-like hair emerged from below, wrapping around his arms and legs. Then, a corpulent man with hair connected to Death Gun's limbs appeared, holding a metallic staff.
"YOYOI!! What a smooth~ encounter~"
The bizarre man, dressed in a black suit with thick white powder on his face and strange patterns drawn in black oil paint, waved his hands as if he were performing in a play.
Thump!
A strange, round-bodied, round-headed creature that resembled an owl appeared behind Death Gun using Geppo, and unzipped its mouth.
"Chapapapa~ Allow me to deliver the final blow!"
Woof!
An unknown dog barked. A black shadow fell from the sky, landing directly on the round-bodied man.
"What in the world?!"
The round-bodied man was startled, feeling a sudden, heavy weight on his back.
Woof!
Everyone looked closely and saw a large black dog on the round-bodied man's back, its mouth open, ready to bite down.
"Fukurou, look out!"
Someone shouted a warning.
"Tekkai!"
The man, known as Fukurou,'s expression tightened. He instinctively tensed all his muscles, and a subtle light flashed.
Clang!
The large black dog seemed to have bitten a piece of steel; its sharp teeth were completely useless.
"Get off me!"
Death Gun coated his limbs in Haki and roared, directly snapping the hair that was binding his limbs.
"What?!"
The man who sang like he was in a play was startled when Death Gun broke free of his Life Return technique. He immediately reacted, and his floating hair turned into many hands with extended fingers, which attacked at the same time.
Life Return: Shishi Shigan!!!
"Hmph!"
Death Gun grunted, a flash of red light in his eyes, and he easily dodged the attacks.
"Paper Art? No, it's Observation Haki!"
The man shook his head, extending a hand in praise. "YOYOI!! What a useful ability!"
"Black Dog, let's go!"
Death Gun shouted.
The large black dog, still biting Fukurou's head, lifted its head and gave up on biting. It pushed off Fukurou's round body with its four paws, and its body grew in mid-air, turning into a large, crow-like black bird.
"Don't think you can get away!"
Just as Death Gun was about to jump onto his mount, a loud shout came. A man with a sharp, pointed mustache was spinning in mid-air, kicking out with both feet.
Rokushiki: Rankyaku—Lupus Fall!!!
A single crescent-shaped slash appeared, then split into four wolf-shaped slashes that flew forward as if to devour everything in front of them.
"Damn it, one after another."
Death Gun cursed under his breath. He turned and dodged. As a sniper who fought from a distance, he was being ambushed by so many experts in hand-to-hand combat from the CP organization. He was having the worst luck ever.
Boom, boom, boom...
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
Debris flew everywhere as loud noises continued.
Using his powerful Observation Haki to dodge and looking for opportunities to retaliate, Death Gun, surrounded by a group of close-combat specialists, felt an increasing sense of danger.
He knew that if he continued to fight, he might actually die here.
He had to find a way to escape.
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