Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 712: 233: An Assassination, Leonard Churchill hasn't played in the lower ranks for a long time_3

Chapter 712: Chapter 233: An Assassination, Leonard Churchill hasn’t played in the lower ranks for a long time_3

The rain lashed down like a barrage of bullets, drenching everything in its path.

The Song Family party was exposed in the open air, and in a blink, they were under a hail of gunfire as over a dozen muzzles went “tat-tat-tat” focusing their fire.

At this time, some recognized the identity of the group of assassins.

“That… that guy is ‘Iron Arm’ Kutun! He’s a notorious outlaw with a bounty of over a million in the Federation!”

“Oh no, they’re from the ‘Steam Hammer Robber Group’!”

“Damn it, how did these bandits mix into the town like this.”

“…”

Leonard Churchill listened to talk of the million bounty, and the corner of his eye twitched inexplicably.

Accustomed to hearing about bounties of several hundred million, no matter how you looked at it, this bounty seemed like a rookie; how did it qualify as a “notorious outlaw”?

Having these thoughts was one thing, but watching as the Song Family’s several bodyguards were nearly all dead or wounded was another.

Although there seemed to be noise from inside Machinery City as if guards were about to rush out, it was highly likely that they would be too late.

Thinking of this, Leonard’s eyes suddenly grew sharp.

But his current weakened body could barely walk, let alone fight.

As luck would have it, one of the scrambling assassins had pushed through the crowd to his side, pulling out a gun and preparing to join in the stabbing.

This bungling assassin was extremely nervous, so much that he didn’t even notice another observer was at his side.

Leonard watched him draw the gun, quickly snatched it, and held the man’s pistol indifferently, turning and “bang-bang-bang-bang” firing four shots in succession.

His position happened to be behind the pack of assassins, and the four shots precisely blasted the heads of four of them.

The bandit who had his gun taken hadn’t even processed what happened when Leonard casually handed him a bullet, not sparing him a second glance.

The magazine held eleven bullets, and in almost three breaths, Leonard fired off eleven shots.

Although he hardly ever used guns now, his marksmanship was exquisite.

Against these enemies with only the strength of Card Disciples, eleven bandits were killed on the spot.

Once he joined the fray, the assassins’ firepower was instantly halved.

This sudden turn of events also greatly surprised the party from the Song Family.

Miss Song, who had been scared out of her wits, oddly felt some premonition and turned her head just at the right moment to see Leonard firing the gun.

Leonard had chosen his position precisely to see her, and their gazes met perfectly.

That instant, Vera Williams felt a familiar sense as she looked at the person firing the gun so composedly.

Oddly enough, though her heart had been beating wildly and chaotically, it now strangely calmed down as though soothed.

This was Leonard’s first face-to-face with the mysterious pen pal, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

It could count as a greeting.

He didn’t have time to look any longer before withdrawing his gaze.

Because while he was reloading, he suddenly noticed something strange.

Those thugs who were hit by the bodyguards earlier were standing up as if nothing had happened, continuing the fight as if they were unhurt?

Being shot in the human body wasn’t like what it seemed in dramas, where one could still jump around and be lively.

In reality, ordinary people who are shot nearly always lose their fighting capability immediately.

Although these guys weren’t headshot like the unfortunate ones killed by Leonard, they all clearly had bullet wounds, and one of them even had a hole shot through the abdomen…

They can still fight?

“Is it a problem with the Demon Mark, or an ability of the Profession Card?”

Leonard found it strange and after closer observation, an even more surprising scene unfolded before him.

He actually saw the wounds on those people healing?

And those people clearly showed signs of Transformation; their skin had turned deathly pale and their features grew ferociously grim.

Most noticeable were a set of sharp fangs.

“Vampires?”

Leonard, being a werewolf himself, understood immediately what was happening.

But this was an ability brought by his Profession Card’s Beast Transformation.

How could these Card Master Apprentices transform?

He had a sneaky feeling that there was something off about these people from the “Steam Hammer Robber Group.”

But before he could ponder any further, a dangerous aura suddenly surged from the midst of the refugees.

Leonard sharply caught that trace of energy and thought, “There’s another master hidden among them!”

Clearly, the wave of assassins hadn’t managed to kill the Song Family as planned.

Someone from the dark stepped up to the plate.

….

“Swoosh!”

The figure braved the storm of bullets and charged toward the Song Family members.

Vera, with her broad-faced Security Squad Leader beside her, saw his complexion change drastically: “Miss, be careful!”

How could he not realize that the attacker was a Second Tier card master? Without any hesitation, he took his Round Shield and rammed forward.

He was well aware that only he could block this assassin.

But because the broad-faced Security Squad Leader acted, the protective ring around Vera now had an opening.

As the assassins seemed about to succeed, suddenly the sound of “pop, pop, pop” echoed with a series of urgent yet steady gunshots.

Several bullets hit the earthen wall beside Vera, splattering a cloud of dirt and dust, but not one struck her.

In the panic, Vera thought of something, and those tremulous, crystalline eyes looked over once more to see that figure holding the gun and calmly pulling the trigger.

In that moment, time seemed to slow.

Vera watched the slender man expel flames from the gun, blindingly accurate with each shot, each one followed by a grisly spray of red and white.

No matter where the enemy hid—around the corner, behind windows, in the gap behind doors—they were precisely struck down.

Reflected in those clear eyes was the scene, both gruesomely and absurdly painted in blood.

Vera’s mind was having trouble catching up at the moment.

Everyone else seemed tense, so why did he look… so utterly nonchalant?

…

It wasn’t that Leonard didn’t want to take things seriously, but having grown accustomed to playing high-end games, he simply couldn’t muster the slightest interest in a battle of this level.