The fog was thick enough to swallow sound, yet the air thrummed with a tension that cut through it like a blade.
Agent 47 moved with measured steps along the crumbling overpass. Each fragment of gravel displaced seemed too loud here, too easy to track.
Half a kilometer away, The Longshot was already moving, sliding from one firing nest to the next. He never stayed in one spot longer than three seconds. His rifle's suppressor was a long, skeletal cage, designed not just to hide the muzzle flash but to distort the sound entirely.
Another shot rang out — silent until it cracked against a metal girder inches from 47's head.The moment it struck, a second shot came from the opposite angle.
47 ducked, and the second round passed where his temple had been.
Sukuna: "Hah! Clever little rat. He's using ricochet positions… doesn't want you to know which shot's real until you're dead."
47: "Pattern detected."
47 dropped into cover behind a half-collapsed wall, drew one Silverballer, and scanned the angles.
The Longshot wasn't just a marksman — he was a predator of space. He'd rigged the surrounding ruins with reflective plates and debris angles that allowed him to ricochet rounds into kill zones.
From the scope's view, he muttered under his breath, "Breathe in… exhale… shift left…"His third shot sparked off a rusted steel beam, then curved into the shadow where 47 had been — only the shadow wasn't there anymore.
47 was already moving along the opposite flank, steps calculated to sync with the distant thumps of collapsing concrete as stray shots struck.
Counter-Hunt
47's Adaptive Instinct perk was burning through micro-calculations. Each sound bounce, each dust disturbance in the fog, each echo of metal gave him a triangulated fix.
He stepped onto the hollow frame of an overturned bus. The instant the creak of metal rang out, a suppressed shot tore through it — revealing the hunter's angle.
47 fired back instantly — one shot, deliberate.
The bullet grazed The Longshot's hat, sending it spinning into the fog. The bounty hunter grinned under his scarf.
"Finally got eyes on me, huh?"
The bounty hunter rolled to the side, slinging his rifle over his shoulder and drawing a short-barreled hand cannon. With one shot, he shattered the glass of a leaning office building. The structure groaned and tilted, sending tons of debris crashing down toward 47's position.
47 didn't dodge backward — he stepped forward into the falling chaos, weaving through collapsing concrete like it was a training drill.
Chunks of rebar-snarled rubble slammed into the road behind him. Dust blinded the field.
The Longshot didn't like close range. That's why 47 forced it.
From the dust, a hand shot out, grabbed the hunter's rifle barrel, and yanked it down. The hunter pivoted, swinging his sidearm up — but 47 had already twisted his wrist, sending the shot wide.
Sukuna's laughter echoed in both their ears.
Sukuna: "Break him, Baldy. I want to hear bones snap."
47's movements were cold, efficient. Elbow to jaw. Knee to stomach. Sidearm twist.
The hunter dropped his pistol but pulled a knife from his boot in the same motion, slashing upward — only for 47 to sidestep and use the man's own momentum to slam him into a cracked pillar.
Pinned, The Longshot used his last card — a grenade in his left palm, thumb flicking the pin free.47 saw the shift in weight and simply forced the hunter's arm upward. The grenade left his hand — straight into the exposed gears of a fallen billboard rig above them.
The explosion tore the structure free, sending the entire sign collapsing. 47 stepped back, calm, as it slammed down over The Longshot, crushing him instantly beneath tons of steel.
Dust settled. Sukuna's grin sharpened.
Sukuna: "Pathetic. I was hoping for more screaming."
Constellations erupted with mixed reactions.
📜 'The Judge of Endless Arenas': Target eliminated. Payment confirmed.
📜 'The Laughing Crown': That was quick. Too quick.
47 holstered his weapon, already scanning the fog again. The safe zone's bounty board would soon update — and he knew the number on his head would only rise.