Chapter 516 Playing Hunting

Like a gust of wind blowing towards the hills, it still stubbornly retains the remaining glow. This eastern highland, which is a long distance away from the camp, gives people the illusion that it is still in the dusk. In the dim environment dotted with the remaining glow, everything seems particularly gloomy.

It seems that there is a man-eating monster hidden behind every tree, and a hunter with a fierce look behind every leaf. The most natural place is actually the most primitive. Big trees and vines, grass and moss, small animals and predators, wild beasts and hunters, even sunlight and rain have become a part of the competition here.

For unarmed and powerless people, the forest that maintains its original appearance is always one of the most dangerous areas.

But this place welcomed the more dangerous kind of bipeds today.

When the brightness is lower, the shadow begins to spread as fast as ink drops into clear water. The whole forest on the high ground seems to feel the coming of the fierce battle. The picture with a cool breeze seems to be pressed on the freeze key by someone.

In this frozen picture

A matte-finished dagger suddenly came out lightly and gently, gliding silently through the air. A leaf naturally slid down and spun and floated towards a certain place under the drive of the air. At the same time, Watson, like emerging from the ink, stared at the direction of the fallen leaf he was flicking in the half shadow of the treetop.

After the fallen leaf completely fell to the ground, Watson, who was hooking his fingers as if he was sensing something, quickly determined that there were no other extraordinary beings hidden here, and then sank back into the shadow.

The assassin hiding in the shadow, blessed by the [Weaver Moth] in the dark night, can walk in the gap between the surface world and the astral world, ignoring most of the restrictions of physical conditions in the shadow.

This ability is almost a BUG in the lower sequence.

However, it cannot be used casually. If there is a whimsical little genius who wants to try the idea of ​​shadow escaping underground or shadow passing through super thick buildings, then people may find the corpses deeply embedded in the wall or buried deep underground in civil engineering many years later. Their death is absolutely amazing and sighing.

[Line] and [Tower].

This is the basic phase of Watson's extraordinary path, Sequence 7 [Shadow Executioner]. This is a very rare profession and also belongs to the assassin profession that is gradually being eliminated.

Compared with ordinary assassin professions, its ability is to have a little more spirituality to transform into shadow control, but instead pays direct lethality. This was originally a weakness, but in today's popular firearms, it has become a factor that allows this profession to continue to survive.

Watson doesn't like to use guns.

Because for her, the sense of security of guns is far less than that of holding a variety of daggers and steel wires in her hands.

Only in certain specific situations would Watson reluctantly take out his treasured thickened revolver, with three rounds of magazines, increased charge and special explosive bullets. After the barrel was lengthened, it could be used as a blunt weapon or a projectile, and one shot could directly knock down an elephant.

The Iceberg Killer gave it a very appropriate name: [Performance].

Every shot was like playing at the top of his lungs.

And now, to deal with the Plastic Monster, a prey that likes to play cat and mouse, it is obviously not necessary to use [Performance], otherwise Sherlock would go crazy after one shot, and he wanted to capture it alive. This invisibly increased the difficulty of Watson's work, but as a killer who had hunted the same sequence of extraordinary people many times in this era, she had long been accustomed to the difficulty of work, and it was this habit that allowed her to complete impossible tasks many times.

Until it was like a worn-out rag, picked up by Sherlock.

Watson cut off the leaves naturally, and at the same time, with the flick of the shadow, the silk threads began to be arranged with the traps that had been preset long ago.

The traps Sherlock had set up everywhere worked at this time.

The eyes that were staring at the falling leaves suddenly lit up at a certain moment, and the brightness was enough to alert people even in the unpredictable shadows. The leaves that were constantly spinning and falling seemed to be attracted by magnetism at a certain moment, and obviously deflected abnormally and fell silently between several surrounding trees. A beehive could be seen hanging on these trees.

One of the abilities of [Shadow Executioner].

It can give an object a certain spiritual sensitivity, and everything is in the line, so it will naturally be attracted. However, this ability has a great limitation, that is, it cannot search for enemies in a large area, but can only search for enemies in a small space. This is also the method that [Shadow Executioner] often uses to kill other assassins.

After Lin En told Watson the approximate area of ​​the plastic monster, Watson was able to cleverly use this almost useless ability to search for the hiding place of the plastic monster.

Naturally, she found it.

But that beehive is a bit annoying.

Watson's calm eyes swept around the tree. Her calm and rational brain quickly gave three natural traps, five possible escape routes, and sixteen environments where visual and spiritual perceptions might be subtly different.

But what Watson felt most important was that she should not accidentally kill the plastic monster.

When the beehive suddenly fell to the ground in the slight turbulence of the silk thread, many bees rushed out of the hive like crazy after their homes were attacked, and the forest was instantly plunged into a terrifying buzzing sound. Watson, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but reveal a smile of success.

The buzzing sound of the aggressive bee swarm began to expand. They did not find the culprit in the first time and expanded their search targets. These fearless little guys were extremely dense.

Soon, a living thing became their target of attack.

The skin of the living creature was tough, and the stinger could not be poked smoothly to deliver venom, but this still could not stop the bees guarding their homes from rushing to retaliate against the target.

The plastic monster, who didn't know which unlucky person it had transformed into, had a blank expression on his face and allowed these dangerous little bugs to attack him. The multiple eye-like organs and spirituality that had transformed on his body were vigilantly scanning around. The sudden fall of the honeycomb made it suddenly feel an invisible danger while resting.

Although the hunter had not yet revealed any traces, the plastic monster could feel that he was being targeted.

It waits for the opponent to make a move.

Then it seizes the opportunity to escape or commit suicide.