The figure pierced by the bullet slowly dissipated, leaving only a faint streak in the air. The smell of gunpowder spread through the dense, silent forest. An eerie stillness settled over everything.
Once the figure had completely vanished, a shadow hidden in the darkness stirred, as if eager to make a quick retreat. But in the next moment, he noticed something was amiss. As an outstanding mercenary of the Blood Rat Mercenary Corps, his grasp of combat timing and judgment of enemy status were second nature. Just a moment ago, he had believed his shot was certain to kill the target. But something felt off.
What could it be? Bai Shu's brows furrowed behind his mask.
That's right! The sound… the sound was wrong!
For an excellent sniper, bullets were like their own eyes and arms. The bullet had clearly passed through the man's head, yet he hadn't felt the genuine sensation of impact. It was as if he had shot through empty air. The impact felt hollow and powerless.
