29: Instant kill

The previously tense atmosphere suddenly changed.

The contempt revealed in Locke's words instantly stunned everyone present.

Especially Emilia and the three people behind her, who now stared at him with mouths agape, unable to believe it.

They couldn't understand why he dared to speak like that at such a time; it was simply unfathomable.

Emilia stared at him, a flash of admiration crossing her heart:

"To be able to show such spirit in the face of death, you can still be considered a man."

Claube's smile instantly froze. He looked at him in disbelief, and finally, a sinister grin appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"You pretty boy, do you really think that after tossing about with Serena for three days, you can contend with us?"

"You don't know what death is. Originally, I planned to throw you under the sun to burn to death at the end, but since you are so impatient, let's start with you."

After speaking, he and the five people beside him prepared to pull the triggers and turn Locke into a sieve.

Kruto secretly thought it was bad and hurriedly turned the muzzles of his guns, along with the group of werewolves behind him, toward Claube and his five men, wanting to save Locke.

But they were ultimately one step too slow.

Seeing the fingers of the five men about to curl, at this critical moment...

Locke, who was originally unarmed, made a motion with one hand as if performing magic and produced a fully loaded ten-round revolver.

This miraculous display of drawing a gun stunned them; no one saw how the gun in his hand had appeared.

But before there was time for Kruto, Emilia, and the others to be shocked,

Locke was seen smiling and bending slightly,

his elbows tucked against his ribs, assuming a very standard rapid-fire stance, and then aimed the muzzle at Claube and his five men.

Then, his left index finger began to frantically flick the revolver's hammer back and forth.

Locke completed this series of actions in less than the blink of an eye,

which left Claube and his five men, who had no defenses against him, completely unable to react.

"This!"

Because they could never have imagined that Locke, who clearly had no gun on him earlier, could suddenly produce one in this situation.

Not only that, but he also pulled the trigger at lightning speed.

Bang, bang, bang—!

Fireworks flashed continuously, and smoke filled the air.

Five pure silver bullets shot straight from the muzzle of the revolver toward Claube and his five men.

And because the distance was so close, the time from the bullets being fired to hitting the five men was almost instantaneous.

If it had just been a hit, that would be one thing, but four of the five bullets Locke fired hit the Vampires exactly between the eyebrows.

Dead on.

Relying on the powerful explosive force of the revolver, this shot caused the heads of the Vampires other than Claube to explode like watermelons, dead beyond dead.

Inside the abandoned train station, five bright red fireworks suddenly bloomed.

Red blood and white tissue sprayed, splattering onto the walls, floor, and standing pillars of the station.

Some pieces of flesh even stuck to the pillars.

The already gloomy abandoned train station suddenly became like hell.

And this sudden scene left everyone still alive on the scene stunned.

Whether it was Emilia, who was used to big scenes, or the group of werewolves who already had expectations of Locke's strength, all their pupils dilated, mouths slightly agape, looking at this scene in disbelief.

"This... is simply incredible."

"Is this kind of marksmanship something a person can achieve with hand speed?"

"This is just too strong, too amazing."

With just 5 shots, the situation, which had seemed one-sided, was instantly reversed by Locke.

Claube's strength was slightly higher; after barely reacting, he tilted his head slightly and dodged the fatal shot,

but the scene before him made him almost drop the gun in his hand. He looked at the fallen people in disbelief, mouth agape:

"No, this... how is this possible? You, someone who just became a Vampire, how could you have such strength!"

However, after a momentary daze, he reacted the next second and hurriedly raised his muzzle to aim at Locke, wanting to take advantage of the situation to launch a sneak attack.

"Kid, I'm going to kill you."

"Foolish. Are you still unable to see the reality even now?"

Seeing that one of his shots had missed, Locke gave a soft "tsk," shook his head, as if he were somewhat dissatisfied with his own marksmanship,

and seeing the opponent raise the gun to aim at him again, the revolver in his hand fired once more without a moment's pause.

The revolver's cylinder began to spin again.

Bang, bang, bang!

One shot after another. All 5 bullets hit the bullseye.

But this time, Locke's target was not Claube's forehead, but his right hand holding the gun.

His marksmanship was miraculous; the five consecutive bullets all hit the opponent's fingers in an instant.

They actually shot off all 5 of Claube's fingers holding the gun at the root, leaving only a bare palm at the end.

Making him unable to resist any longer.

The people on the scene could even see the deep white bones through the bright red blood.

Locke's exquisite marksmanship made them all afraid to move, even Kruto, who was a partner, felt a bit chilled at this moment.

"Ahhhhhhh...!"

The fingers are connected to the heart; Claube only felt a heart-piercing pain invading his brain. While screaming, he grabbed his right wrist with his left hand.

Although Vampires have powerful regenerative abilities, they cannot regrow severed hands.

Regrowing severed limbs is not something an ordinary Vampire can do.

Furthermore, after being injured, if one wants to recover, it requires consuming a large amount of fresh blood.

Although there was blood all over the floor, Locke certainly wouldn't give him that chance.

The reason he left Claube with his dog life was simply a whim; he wanted to torture him a bit.

After all, no matter how good his temper was, he wasn't the kind of pushover who would let others mock him.

Of course, the main thing was that before the mission started, the other party dared to openly insult Serena, so he planned to take this opportunity to leave a deep impression on Claube.

"Shh... be quiet." Locke said calmly while pushing out the shell casings from the revolver's cylinder.

Claube was frightened by his calm expression and subconsciously controlled his voice,

but then, as if thinking of something, he immediately looked up and shouted at Kruto with a crazed expression:

"Kruto, he is an enemy of our Lord Kraven. Please, shoot immediately and blast this little beast into pieces."

"Hurry up!"

But no matter how he urged Kruto and the werewolves, the other party made no move to shoot; instead, several werewolves aimed their guns at him.

This immediately filled Claube's eyes with confusion.

Kruto looked at him coldly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Can't you see it yet?"

"What do you mean?"

Claube clutched his injured hand, standing on the spot wanting to run, but his retreat was blocked by the werewolves' guns.

"Are you trying to double-cross us and leave us all here?"