Russell was dumbfounded. The distance between the two buildings was at least 30 meters. The slicked-back man didn’t have wings, so trying to accelerate and leap across with just a mortal body was basically suicide—unless he had a Lykan supercar.

The next second, Russell was proven wrong, along with Newton, Galileo, Einstein, and the rest—their coffins were pried open yet again.

Newton calmly lay back down, pulled his coffin lid shut, and indicated he was used to this by now, so please don’t disturb him again for such trivial matters.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The slicked-back man was in midair, letting out a pig-slaughtering scream as he slid across the impossible gap. Before his momentum ran out, he drew two pistols in quick succession. One was a Beretta 92F, the other an old-fashioned flintlock with a barrel over 30 centimeters long. The Beretta 92F fired two shots in an instant, taking out two would-be assassins.

The flintlock’s bullet was even more outrageous. The bearded man was hiding behind a concrete pillar, in what should have been a perfectly safe spot, yet he still died—killed from the most impossible side angle. Russell was right next to him, and swore on the bearded man’s scattered brains that the bullet had curved.

The level-three helmet brought no luck to the bearded man. If it had been a 9mm bullet from the Beretta 92F, maybe he could have survived, but the flintlock’s shot was so powerful it punched straight through the helmet.

The slicked-back man fell to the second floor, his pig-like scream abruptly cut off. He had fired only three shots, but scored three headshots—all while moving at high speed in midair. That marksmanship was simply unreal.

On the rooftop, only the dumbstruck Russell and the last assassin remained, equally stunned. This guy was wearing goggles—let’s just call him Goggles.

“Curving bullets… this world…” Russell had a rough idea of what kind of world he was in. Snapping back to reality, he broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly crouched down with his sniper rifle, and pressed his back against the rooftop’s concrete railing.

When the slicked-back man fired, everyone was so stunned that no one even pulled the trigger—not even Russell. In other words, he had just brushed past death, surviving on a two-in-five chance.

Chapter 4: Black-Haired Legs That Run 100 Meters in 9.58 Seconds

“Shit! Damn it, what the hell is that? The employer never said we were supposed to kill a superman! He’s not paying us enough to buy coffins!” Goggles was in a terrible state, waving his submachine gun and cursing nonstop.

That was understandable. Anyone would have trouble accepting that there was a superman leaping between skyscrapers in their world, and that his bullets could even curve.

Goggles needed some time to reconstruct his worldview, but Russell had no intention of giving Goggles a psychological counseling session—especially with the other guy’s gun waving all over the place.

“Shut your filthy mouth and get to cover, he hasn’t left. If you don’t want to die, move!”

Russell pushed aside the bearded man’s corpse and squeezed into the corner formed by the concrete pillar and the railing. Against an enemy who could curve bullets, this spot wasn’t exactly safe, but he had no other choice.

Goggles heard Russell’s words and immediately shut up, then—totally screwing over his teammate—ran over to hide in Russell’s position.

Bang!

Russell was just about to curse at him to get lost when his heart suddenly skipped a beat. A gunshot rang out, and Goggles’s corpse fell stiffly right beside him—now he was really silent.

Another headshot. Staring at the mangled head beside him, Russell’s heart pounded wildly. The fear of death overwhelmed all his other senses; he didn’t feel nauseous or sick, just instinctively curled up and ducked his head.

Bang!

A bullet whistled over Russell’s head, the passing breeze slightly warm, making his scalp tingle.

“System, equip ‘Character Card: Temple Guard,’ hurry up!” Russell practically roared this in his mind. If not for his extraordinary sixth sense, he’d already be dead.

As he spoke, Russell tossed aside his sniper rifle and started searching himself. Other than a flashbang at his lower back, he found nothing—not even a pistol. Looking a meter away, he saw Goggles’s submachine gun clutched in his hand, and was left speechless.

A UMP45 submachine gun with a laser sight, within arm’s reach—he could go god mode with it, but he was afraid that if he reached out, he’d never have a hand again.

【Host, please note: In this world, ‘Character Card: Temple Guard’ cannot be equipped. Please choose another card!】

Russell was so angry his face twisted. He only had three character cards in total, and the Temple Guard—clearly the strongest—couldn’t be used. Was he supposed to equip Bolt and see if a human could outrun a bullet?

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several shots rang out in quick succession. Russell instinctively curled up again. He wasn’t hit, but all the guns on the ground were destroyed by the slicked-back man’s uncanny marksmanship—even the sniper rifle Russell had thrown away wasn’t spared.

Now his chances of survival were even slimmer!

“Not bad. I rarely miss. Even though you’re a second-rate assassin, your awareness is impressive. Looks like you’re their leader. Maybe you know something about the cross. Tell me, and I might consider sparing you!”