radicalducati Chapter 192 I'm not a marksman, physical weaknesses aren't shameful
Chapter 192 I'm not a marksman, physical weaknesses aren't shameful
Chapter 192 I'm not a marksman, physical weaknesses aren't shameful
"Thanks."
Although he had inexplicably incurred a debt, Logan still nodded to Du Mu and earnestly expressed his gratitude.
This Logan was much more polite and less short-tempered than the Logan Du Mu knew. Moreover, according to the timeline, this Logan should be much older, but judging from his appearance and spirit, he looked younger than the other Logan.
Du Mu could only attribute it to parallel universes.
But I must say, this more honest Logan is quite fun, unlike the other Logan who's always ready to chop people up, like a honey badger.
At the dinner table, everyone chatted freely.
But you could sense that the elderly couple were much closer to Logan than to Du Mu, perhaps because they saw a reflection of their son in him.
Of course, if we're talking about age, they're old enough to be Logan's grandsons.
Once the conversation started, Logan swallowed a mouthful of bread and asked Du Mu curiously, "Du Mu, what do you do for a living?"
"I used to be a henchman in a gang. After the gang disbanded, I traveled around to relax."
Du Mu honestly revealed the new identity the system had given him.
Why do gangs disband?
"A rival gang reported us for tax evasion, and the IRS bombed us the very next day."
Logan:
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Are all gang fights this simple and straightforward?
Because the elderly couple's house was small, with only two bedrooms, one of which was occupied by Du Mu, Logan would have to sleep in the barn tonight.
Logan didn't care. He had even slept in mass graves when he fought alongside Victor in the war, so what was this?
Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Du Mu brought a steaming breakfast to the barn and saw Logan sitting on a Terminator-style motorcycle, looking miserable and resentful, probably thinking about his good brother.
Du Mu placed the plate on the worktable beside him and asked curiously, "What exactly did Victor do to you?"
Sure enough, the mere mention of Victor made Logan grit his teeth.
He was silent for a few seconds, then forced out the words through clenched teeth: "That bastard... killed my wife!"
It turns out it was a revenge for killing his wife.
Du Mu suddenly realized why Logan hated Victor so much.
Why did he kill your wife?
Logan clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking softly. "We were in a special forces team that was all mutants, but I couldn't stand their style and left. That bastard thought I betrayed him, and to get revenge, he killed Kayla."
Poor old wolf, he actually ended up with such a yandere older brother.
Du Mu expressed his sympathy for Logan and was about to say something when a sharp sound of shattering glass rang out!
Whoosh!
A sniper bullet pierced the window without warning and struck Du Mu directly in the back!
In a flash, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, Du Mu suddenly turned around and his right hand reached out with lightning speed to grab the bullet... He missed and fell to the ground with a cry of pain.
Meanwhile, several hundred meters away, an Asian man holding a sniper rifle looked speechless.
He was startled, thinking that Du Mu was so awesome that he could catch his bullets, but he didn't expect that the other party was just showing off.
The Asian man picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to his superior: "Target weapon X is inside the barn. He just killed a civilian."
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They are military personnel, and even if they are carrying out a cleanup mission, they need a legitimate pretext for intervention.
Du Mu used this as an excuse.
A cold, deep male voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie: "Blow him up with a missile and test if he can still survive."
"clear."
The Asian man responded simply, then raised his hand and made a gesture. A helicopter flew overhead and quickly flew towards the barn.
Inside the barn.
"Du Mu!!"
Logan's pupils contracted sharply, and with a low growl, he pounced on Du Mu's side, half-lifting him up to check his injuries.
Du Mu grasped Logan's hand and said weakly, "No need to look anymore, I might not make it, Logan, before you die, can you grant me one... oh no, three requests?"
Logan, filled with grief and indignation, asked, "I agree! What is your request?"
"I haven't thought of anything yet. I'll talk about it when I do."
"???"
To Logan's bewildered look, Du Mu sprang to his feet and landed steadily, showing no signs of injury.
Logan looked on in astonishment: "You...you're alright?"
Du Mu chuckled and said, "I already told you I'm a mutant. How could mere bullets possibly harm my innate superpowers?"
Logan:
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You son of a bitch!
Just then, they suddenly heard the sound of a propeller coming from above the barn.
Without hesitation, Du Mu and Logan rushed out of the granary.
Boom!!
With a huge explosion, towering flames instantly engulfed the entire barn.
The helicopter pilot spotted the two figures and immediately shouted, "Target not dead! Repeat, target not dead! There's a civilian next to him!"
"What?"
The Asian man looked surprised.
He was certain his marksmanship was accurate; the man next to Logan must have been shot. How could the other man still be alive?
The Asian man, without a second thought, immediately gave the order: "Fire! Don't let them escape!"
Upon receiving the order, the helicopter quickly adjusted its attitude, and the machine guns on its sides instantly locked onto the two figures on the ground.
Da da da da da—!
Countless bullets swept across the ground, kicking up rows of dirt and grass clippings, and sprayed wildly at the two of them!
"Run!"
Logan roared and immediately charged into the woods surrounding the farm.
They had to divert the fighting away from that old house, where the elderly couple couldn't withstand any further impact.
Du Mu followed closely behind, weaving through the hail of bullets, and even had a moment to glance back at the helicopter in the sky.
He shouted at Logan ahead, "Logan, running like this will get you riddled with bullets sooner or later. I have a solution!"
"What method?"
"It's very simple, just stand still."
Logan was puzzled, but he still listened to Du Mu and stopped.
Du Mu rushed forward, grabbed Logan's arm, and then, using his waist as a pivot, he lifted Logan, whose weight far exceeded that of an ordinary person, like a hammer!
"Get out of here!"
Logan suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet, the world in his vision instantly reversed, and the wind howled in his ears!
Under Du Mu's inhuman strength, Logan was transformed into a human cannonball, hurtling straight toward the helicopter that was strafing at low altitude.
Logan: 0 (#皿) 0
Helicopter pilot: (OAQII)
Logan's body narrowly missed the helicopter, and the adamantium claw that popped out from between his fingers easily sliced through the high-speed rotating propeller blades as if tearing a piece of paper.
The helicopter instantly lost its balance, spun around, and crashed headfirst into the ground, breaking in two and scattering parts everywhere.
Logan's momentum gradually wore off, and he began to fall, pulled by gravity. He landed heavily on the ground in a classic superhero-style kneeling pose, the image frozen in time as if deliberately posed for a camera.
Du Mu urged, "Logan, stop showing off, other people are coming."
Logan's lips twitched.
Is he showing off? Or is his leg just numb?
With the roar of engines, several military off-road vehicles rushed out from the edge of the woods, machine guns mounted on their roofs spitting out deadly flames!
Da da da da da—!
Bullets rained down on them, making the surrounding soil bounce and sending tree trunks and wood chips flying.
Logan was shot more than a dozen times, his body riddled with holes, while Du Mu hid behind him, perfectly avoiding all the bullets.
"Logan, hold on!"
Du Mu peeked out from behind Logan, pulled out his Golden Desert Eagle, and pulled the trigger on a military off-road vehicle.
An energy bullet pierced through the bulletproof window and struck the driver precisely between the eyebrows. The vehicle instantly went out of control, veering and crashing violently into a large tree ahead!
Du Mu followed suit, using the Logan as cover, and successively eliminated the remaining military off-road vehicles.
Logan, the human shield, was in a terrible state. His entire body was covered in bullet holes, and his white old man vest was stained red. He hadn't even had breakfast yet, but his stomach was filled with metal bullets, and now he felt very heavy.
"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"
A dozen bullets came out of Logan's mouth, his face as black as Nick Fury's.
He asked Du Mu, "Weren't you fearless of bullets?"
Du Mu retorted, "I'm the marksman, and you, as a tank, are supposed to stand in front of the marksman and absorb damage. Isn't that only natural?"
"Who the hell is a meat shield...?"
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"Be careful!"
Before Logan could finish speaking, Du Mu suddenly shouted.
Then, Du Mu immediately shielded Logan behind him, and several bullets were fired from behind, entering Logan's body.
Logan: "???"
Du Mu turned around and saw an Asian man standing not far away, holding a modified pistol in each hand, staring at them with cold eyes.
[NPC: Christopher Nord]
Codename: Agent Zero
[Favorability: -30]
[Comment: A sharpshooter, incredibly skilled but doesn't like to jump out of the plane. If the boss gives him an adamantium bullet, Wolverine will be lying back down the moment he leaps out of the nutrient solution.]
"Number Zero!"
Logan immediately recognized Agent Zero, his eyes sharpening: "Damn it, it really was you! Stryker sent you, didn't he!"
Agent Zero didn't answer, instead turning his gaze to Du Mu: "You were able to dodge my bullets, so it seems you're a mutant too?"
"you guess."
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Agent Zero's expression grew even colder: "Then we'll take you back too. Once you're on the experimental table, everything will become clear."
Without another word, the instant he finished speaking, he suddenly raised both arms, his movements swift and precise, locking his two pistols firmly onto the target!
However, Du Mu was equally quick to act.
He swiftly raised the golden Desert Eagle in his hand, and almost at the same instant Agent Zero pulled the trigger, he pulled it too!
boom!boom!boom!boom!
The gunshots rang out almost simultaneously!
Several bullets left the barrel and, in mid-air between the people, collided head-on and exploded instantly!
"What!?"
Agent Zero's face showed a look of astonishment and disbelief.
He hadn't expected his bullets to be stopped, which reminded him of that special forces unit full of oddballs back then, where there was a gossipy idiot who could block all bullets with just two longswords—it was ridiculous.
But this guy in front of me went even further, actually using a bullet to precisely intercept his bullet in mid-air!
This is absolutely outrageous!
Agent Zero cursed inwardly, forcibly suppressing his panic, and moved and fired rapidly, bullets shooting at Du Mu from all sorts of tricky angles.
However, Du Mu did not move, but simply kept pulling the trigger in place.
Each time the trigger was pulled, it was accompanied by a crisp metallic clang as the bullets fired by Agent Zero were intercepted in mid-air, ensuring that not a single bullet could get close.
Seeing this, Agent Zero's heart sank to the bottom.
His marksmanship, which he was so proud of, seemed so pale and powerless in front of this guy, as childish as a child waving a toy gun at a professional shooter.
Du Mu, tired of this one-sided defensive game, grinned and said, "Let me teach you what a real shooter is!"
Then, instead of defending, he took the initiative to attack.
He turned his two pistols around and fired four shots in quick succession at the rapidly moving Agent Zero!
boom!boom!boom!boom!
Four bullets shot out from the muzzle and flew straight toward the landing point in front of Agent Zero!
Alarm bells rang in Agent Zero's mind, and a chill ran down his spine.
With his years of combat experience and superhuman physical abilities, he twisted his body while running, narrowly missing a bullet that grazed his tactical uniform!
You dodged it!
The thought had barely crossed his mind when, before he could even catch his breath, an unbelievable scene unfolded!
Those bullets, which seemed to have missed their mark, suddenly drew sharp angles in the air the instant they flew past his side, turning sharply at almost a ninety-degree right angle, and biting his body hard from behind!
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Agent Zero screamed as multiple parts of his body burst open, spraying blood everywhere.
Bullets can curve!?
Agent Zero endured the excruciating pain, utterly shocked!
He finally understood!
That's not marksmanship, that's superpowers!
Before Agent Zero could recover, he saw Du Mu charging towards him like a tiger descending a mountain!
idiot!
Agent Zero was initially startled, but then a wave of almost ecstatic mockery surged within him.
Don't you know that a gun can be both fast and accurate within seven steps?
For a marksman to dare to give up his advantage and actively close the distance is no different from courting death.
"Go to hell!"
Agent Zero raised his still-mobile arms and pulled the trigger, aiming at Du Mu's unprotected head!
boom! boom! boom!
Under Agent Zero's expectant gaze, several bullets successfully struck Du Mu's head, only to be effortlessly deflected by a beam of white light. Du Mu didn't even blink; his momentum only increased!
Agent Zero:
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Why didn't you say you could stop bullets earlier? What are you doing using Logan to stop bullets?!
Agent Zero finally realized he had been tricked, but it was too late.
Seeing that Du Mu was already close by, Agent Zero didn't have time to curse. He immediately raised his arms and crossed them in front of his head and chest to block, with a sliver of hope in his heart.
His physical abilities far surpass those of normal humans. Even if the opponent is a sharpshooter, pure strength might not be enough...
The thought hadn't even finished forming when...
Agent Zero suddenly felt a terrifying force sweeping over him, and then... that was it.
Du Mu looked at Agent Zero, who had been soothed to sleep with a single punch, and said disdainfully, "Is that all? With such trashy physical abilities, you dare call yourself a marksman? You're a disgrace to us marksmen!"
Logan: "
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He's a tank, not a marksman, so his physical weaknesses aren't shameful.