Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 238

Episode #238. You mean you don’t want to die?

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Maia frowned at Ami.

The reason she ordered Limon to find and capture the gang boss named Antonio in the first place was simple.

To see how he will find and capture Antonio.

No matter how much Limon tried to hide it, he thought he had no choice but to use psionics, consciously or subconsciously, to subdue the gang alone.

However, Maia had to admit that it was an absurd misjudgment.

Right now at this moment.

Because Limon was destroying a huge gang without using any supernatural powers or mystical powers, let alone psionics.

Bang da da da dadang!

“Ahh!”

“My my hand!”

Two gang members collapsed screaming while firing their rifles.

In the meantime, the gang member who was shooting at Limon from the window on the second floor cried out with bloodied hands in the shock of the gun being smashed before he could aim.

The gang members who returned to the alley aiming for the background had the same result.

The two pistols in Limon’s hands spun and spewed fire, and they collapsed without firing a single shot.

clap clap clap.

“He ran out of bullets!”

“Kill it, kill it!”

Maybe God took pity on them and gave them a chance.

When the gun finally stopped firing and the pistol gave off a hollow roar, the gangsters rolled their eyes and opened fire on Limon.

But it was the temptation of the devil, not a blessing from God.

The moment when Limon with a cold smile wanted to roll his body to dodge the bullet.

In his hands were two submachine guns used by the fallen gangsters.

Doo doo doo doo doo!

“Quaaaaagh!”

Gangsters collapsed by rain of bullets.

But Limon’s feats did not end there.

In an instant, he throws his submachine gun, which runs out of rounds, and gets shot, kicking the gangster off the roof and snatching the shotgun from his hand.

Then, with only one hand, it rotates once to reload and fire without looking back.

Cheek taaang!

“Kuuk!”

A gang hiding behind an iron door and being crushed by a shotgun blast.

Like a relay runner, he naturally picks up the rifle he dropped and fires lightly to kill the sniper from hundreds of meters away.

It is the embodiment of war.

It was a figure reminiscent of a cyborg soldier who received the protection of the spirit.

‘…That’s amazing.’

And Maia, who watched Limon like that, muttered inwardly.

It wasn’t just because of the skillful handling of firearms that if he was blonde, he would have been mistaken for the Golden Dragon clan.

As the world’s best pharmacist and clinician, I was able to notice two things despite this chaos.

‘There is not a single death.’

One is that Limon’s shooting only produces serious injuries.

Suppression shooting is difficult even with rubber bullets.

He mercilessly fired all kinds of deadly firearms, but skillfully avoided fatal wounds.

It was a skill that would not dare to be imitated unless it was a musketeer of the Golden Dragon clan or a high-level player with firearms skills.

Even more frightening was the second thing Maia noticed.

‘It’s possible to get this far while using only normal human body abilities without using mystical or supernatural powers…’ It’s

not like moving by accelerating time or bending bullets.

Rather, while Limon’s movements were extremely slow, there were several among the gangsters who used player-specific physical abilities or skills.

But in the end, it was the gangsters who were shot down.

Even with his eyes closed, his shooting skills and combat sense, which reached the level of hitting a target 100 paces away, were overwhelming the gang beyond the difference in speed.

‘It’s like watching a veteran.’

Just as an experienced chef creates faster and more delicious dishes than anyone else with leisurely movements.

In Limon’s leisurely play with dozens of gangsters, the dignity of a master who seemed to have been around the battlefield for the rest of his life was buried.

At this rate, instead of finding out some secret, I would have to go back after watching the scene like an action movie.

But Maia was not disappointed.

He only held a cold sneer.

‘That talent is obviously great, but how long do you think you can hide your real skills?’

It was right after that.

As if in response to Maia’s ridicule, something fell in front of Limon.

cooong!

“How dare you do this in my district!”

It was none other than one giant who created the crater with a loud cry.

With a thick mustache, he stared at Limon with wide eyes and tried to spit out double curses.

bang!

…if only Limon hadn’t put a bullet through his shoulder without giving him a chance to speak.

The result is, of course, a hit.

If it was a normal gang, it would have been a situation where I should have grabbed my shoulders and fell out.

Teeing!

One problem.

That the bullet had ricocheted in vain.

At most, only the clothes were torn a little, and not a single drop of blood came out from the place where the bullet hit.

Antonio let out a blatant sneer.

“Do you think stupid bullets will work on me, a level 75 player?”

“…Since he’s a Marquis level player, he’s definitely not an opponent that can work with normal guns.”

Limon shook his head.

The reason why players above level 60 and above are classified as high-level players.

That’s because general firearms don’t work for players of that level.

Unless it has at least the level of penetration of an anti-objective sniper rifle or the firepower of a rocket launcher, it cannot deal much damage, and if it exceeds the Duke class, the effect is reduced.

A player who can become a superhuman just by leveling up is a fraudulent being.

Of course, there were firearms that dealt damage that ignores defense.

However, such firearms are state-of-the-art weapons possessed by advanced countries and teenage guilds.

It was close to impossible to deal with high-level players with these cheap firearms confiscated from gangsters.

‘Hmm, is it a single shot?’

Limon glanced back.

And when he saw Maia watching him with a cold sneer, he clicked his tongue inwardly.

It was because she realized that this was the ‘exam’ she had prepared and waited for.

‘It’s interesting.’

That’s why Limon rather grinned.

Then, he slung the rifle he was holding over his shoulder and snapped his finger at Antonio.

“It’s a joke, so go ahead. I’ll let you know that I can catch you with a bullet or something.”

“This XX bastard?”

Was it just that he was pissed off at the point of the finger of a gunman or something?

Antonio, his face flushed red, gritted his teeth and shouted out loud.

“Oh, yes, if you want to die like that, I’ll tear your limbs apart and throw them as dog food!”

“Don’t worry, I intend to capture you alive.”

“Ah!”

Antonio rushes into a frenzy at the successive provocations.

Even in the midst of losing reason, the lightning-quick movement is indeed a high-level player who dominates a huge gang.

But Limon didn’t even raise an eyebrow at Antonio’s rush.

Instead, he took one action.

It was to stand upright in place, hold the rifle, and aim at Antonio.

Limon, who had shown his skills without aiming until now, aimed properly for the first time and pulled the trigger.

Taang Ting!

Of course, nothing changed.

Unlike a sword that you hold and wield, a firearm is not a weapon whose power changes just by changing your posture.

But Limon wasn’t disappointed that his bullet ricocheted.

I just pulled the trigger without even moving.

Taang! Taang! Taang!

once.

Once again.

And once again.

The bullets fired in succession in the blink of an eye hit the same part without an inch of deviation.

It was a marksmanship that would distort even the bulletproof steel armor with terrifying accuracy for targeting a human who was rushing at a speed higher than that of a tolerable vehicle.

“What a joke!”

The problem was that Antonio was a player with the skill of ?Steel Skin?.

Even being a high-level player wasn’t enough, and his body, which was further strengthened by his skills, did not budge even from the bullets that flew in succession.

So the moment he rushed in, taking all the shots with his bare body, laughed at Limon’s foolishness and tried to crush his head with his fist.

thud!

“…wow!”

The fist cut through the air.

Outrageous nonsense, unbecoming of a high-level player.

Even Antonio, unable to withstand the recoil, staggered, hit his butt, and began to vomit.

Limon kicked him in the jaw and threw him backwards.

Then, stepping on his chest with one foot, he grinned as he forcibly shoved the rifle into his mouth.

“How does it feel to be like this because of a ridiculous bullet, high-level player man?”

“Uh ooh moose sujag…”

“It was just a little gun shooting.”

Looking at him with his eyes wide open as if he still couldn’t believe the reality, Limon shrugged.

And with a grumpy face, he added a word.

“Instead, I was aiming for your brain, not your body.”

“…!”

Antonio then realized.

The reason Limon shot only the tip of his chin.

It was not just to pierce the defense, but the fact that the purpose was to shake the brain with the impact of the bullet deflecting it.

‘Such a crazy bastard!’

That’s why he couldn’t help but be more shocked.

If that kind of precise shooting is possible, it would be a hundred times easier to aim for a vital spot like the eye.

Deliberately aiming only at the tip of the chin was possible for a madman who was sure that his bullet would never miss.

“If you don’t want to test how many bullets your throat can take, you’d better not mess around.”

“Uh uh…”

Limon turned his head slightly and looked back at Maia only after he had firmly subdued Antonio.

“I was captured as per your command.”

“….”

“Is there anything you don’t like?”

“…What a great marksmanship.”

If you have any complaints, feel free to tell me.

Maia said sarcastically, looking at Limon, who smiled single-singly.

Your marksmanship was so great that I couldn’t say I was complaining that I didn’t see your real skills.

“Good marksmanship is a gentleman’s culture.”

“Heung, stop saying things that might be said by the Musketeers.”

He sneered at Limon, who shamelessly passed it on even though he knew his true intentions.

Maia moved slowly and approached Limon.

Then, while keeping a reasonable distance from Limon, he stopped and quietly opened his mouth.

“Leave him and leave.”

“Yes.”

Even if it’s an opponent who has been able to take care of it.

Limon immediately pulled the muzzle out of Antonio’s mouth and backed off, like a hound under command.

And Maia opened her mouth quietly as she looked down at Antonio with gloomy eyes, like a hunting dog looking at prey.

“I have a question for you, answer me. If you do, I will kill you without pain.”

“Stop talking nonsense, you crazy bitch! Who heard that and answered meekly…!”

The muzzle will also come out of your mouth.

Antonio, who was still looking for a chance, immediately got up and tried to squeeze Maia’s neck with his thick hand.

But just before that.

he stiffened.

Then, looking at Maia’s gloves with a pale face, he rather hesitated and stepped back.

“You you! No, you can’t…?”

Antonio hurriedly withdrew his hands with a terrified face as if he had faced the most terrible monster in the world.

The fear was so vivid that it was insulting to be directed at a woman like Maia.

“I will ask.”

But Maia didn’t care.

As if he was used to this kind of thing, he just asked, passing Antonio’s gaze with a cynicism.

“Where does Ambrosia come from?”

Antonio’s face turned pale in a different way than before.

He stuttered open his mouth with a face that had changed to a level similar to that of Maia, whose blood was so drained.

“What are you talking about?”

“Can I take it as a sign that I don’t want to die?”

If he had been told this by anyone else, he would have laughed, saying, “What kind of bastard wants to die?”

But now, on the contrary, he had no choice but to distort his face.

who is maia

and what you can do

He knew all too well as the boss of this São Paulo gang.

No, to be precise, I couldn’t know.

Since ‘that thing’ happened in the distant past, it has become the first common sense that all South American residents should learn.

“Ugh.”

Antonio was lost in agony.

If you don’t answer, Maia won’t let you go, and if you do, ‘he’ will pay the price.

In the end, it was the same that a terrible end awaited him either way.

“…Damn it!”

After a long conflict, Antonio finally raised one arm.

Convulsively like a mouse biting a cat after being cornered, he squeezed all his strength into his fist.

And the moment that fist was swung.

Fuck!

Antonio, whose head was cracked like a watermelon, lay helplessly on the ground.

It wasn’t Maia using a hand or Limon putting a bullet in the back of his head.

Antonio killed himself by smashing his head with his own fist.

It was an absurd end for the boss of a gang that was notorious in Sao Paulo.

However, Limon, who saw the scene right in front of him, was not shaken.

Rather, he looked at the collapsed Antonio with curious eyes, and then asked a question.

“Are you going to let me die?”

“Do you have any reason to save interest?”

“If this guy dies like this, you won’t get the answer you want, right?”

“No need.”

Maia cut it off.

Then he started to convulse wrigglingly, and then, looking at Antonio’s corpse, which had finally become stiff, he continued talking cynically.

“Because there is only one person on this continent who dares to make someone who knows who I am attempt suicide in front of me.”