Chapter 48 Apache's Counterattack

shot!

Don't worry about where the gun is pointing, just shoot!

At the critical moment when his consciousness was gradually blurring, this absurd voice was the only thing left in Mista's mind.

And he finally chose to believe this voice.

Because his arm was under heavy pressure and he couldn't lift the muzzle of the gun, let alone turn around and point the gun at the silver-haired man behind him, Mista could only move the arm holding the gun with difficulty and extend the muzzle a little from under his body.

Bang!

With a crisp bang, the bullet that carried Mista's last hope whizzed out.

At this time, the barrel of Mista's pistol was close to the ground and remained parallel to the ground.

Under normal circumstances, after a bullet flies out of the muzzle, it will definitely fly close to the ground for a while, and then it will immediately touch the hard ground due to the downward trajectory, and finally hit a small dent in the ground without any effect, becoming a ricochet bullet like a headless fly.

However, the current situation has nothing to do with the word "normal".

A normal bullet is like a wild horse that has been hit hard on the butt and has run away wherever it wants.

However, on the bullet shot by Mista at this moment, there were three tiny bullet "knights" clinging to it.

They are none other than Mista's stand-in, the Sexy Pistols.

In order to save Mista who was in danger, the captain No.1 personally led his two companions No.2 and No.3 to ride on the bullet together.

They are like brave prairie warriors, tenaciously controlling this wild Hummer and driving the bullets to change the direction of flight according to their wishes.

Just like that, the bullet that was originally flying parallel to the ground suddenly changed its parallel and straight flight trajectory, just like the nuclear warhead held by Iron Man in the New York battle of "The Avengers", and flew straight up into the sky.

And this is just the beginning.

The bullet flying into the sky was like a roller coaster running at full throttle in an amusement park. It first drew a beautiful arc in the air that was close to an ellipse in shape, turned a full 270 degrees, and then slammed downwards in a nearly vertical trajectory.

In this way, the target of this bullet becomes...

The top of the head of the Apache.

"What?!"

Apache noticed Mista's shooting action and heard the abnormal sound of breaking air above his head in time.

Sensing the danger, his hair stood on end. He quickly loosened his grip on Mista and tried his best to roll to the side to dodge.

Fortunately, after this forced ballistic correction, the bullet's flight speed has slowed down a lot.

Apache dodged to the side in time with his agile and flexible body. Although he failed to completely avoid the sudden attack, he perfectly protected his vital points and the bullet only grazed his arm.

His beloved black coat was ruthlessly torn open by the bullet, and scarlet blood gushed out.

"This...his gun was pointed in the opposite direction, but the bullet somehow hit me!"

Abbaki's expression turned extremely ugly, not because of the pain from the injury, but because he noticed Mista's Stand ability:

"This guy's stand ability..."

"So it's to control the trajectory of the bullet?!"

Just think about it, and you will know that this ability is very terrifying:

The original bodies of Stand users are mostly mortal beings that cannot withstand bullets. Even when fighting against ordinary gunmen, they have to find ways to temporarily avoid their attacks before making any plans.

Now, if you suddenly encounter such a "sharpshooter" whose self-aiming and locked bullets hit the target 100% of the time, it is inevitable that you will have a headache for a while.

Apache's situation is even worse:

The abilities of his stand, Melancholy Blues, are biased towards support and reconnaissance. When he takes action, his power is not as strong as his original body, and he is not suitable for frontal combat at all.

“Damn it!”

Apaki couldn't help cursing in his heart:

"The force I used in my sneak attack just now was so great that a cow should have been knocked unconscious!"

"How should I deal with a sharpshooter who has thick skin and flesh and cannot be knocked out even with a single blow?"

It definitely won’t work if you just go A up.

Although the two were only one meter apart, it would take at least half a second for Apache to attack with his bare hands, while Mista, who didn't even need to aim to shoot, only needed to pull the trigger casually.

Running away directly would be courting death.

No matter how strong his physique is or how fast his movements are, he can never be faster than the opponent's bullet.

"what to do…"

Apache's brain started working rapidly.

Mista had just been relieved from the heavy pressure, and was now staring at Apache with vigilance, while taking a deep breath of fresh air to adjust his mental state.

He didn't have time to open fire and chase, which gave Apache a chance to catch his breath.

In that split second, he thought of a way to protect himself and even turn the tide of the battle.

“Go to hell!”

Abbaki let out a deliberate roar, drawing Mista's full attention.

But amidst the roar, it was not Apache’s fist that swung towards Mista’s face, but…

"Blood?"

Looking at the handful of blood flying straight towards his eyes, Mista instinctively felt a little nauseous.

He hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, but still failed to block the blood that penetrated every corner.

"Using blood to block my vision? What a despicable trick!"

"But you made one mistake..."

Mista wiped his bloodstained eyes vigorously and raised his other arm holding the gun while shouting:

"Even if I can't see, my bullet can still hit you!"

After regaining consciousness, Mista, who had fully awakened his Stand ability, was like being instilled with memories by some mysterious force. Not only did he roughly master his Stand ability in just a few breaths, but he also knew the name of the Stand that was born from his subconscious:

"Go ahead, cripple his hands and feet—"

"Sexy Pistol!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mista pulled the trigger twice in succession.

The two villains, No.5 and No.6, each rode on a bullet and sped out at Mista's command.

Because Mista was unwilling to kill people casually, unlike the autonomous actions in previous emergencies, they did not aim at the head, which was easier to hit and more deadly, but instead aimed at Apache's hands and feet.

At this time, Apache had already run several meters away.

After he used the "Blood-stained Eyes" move, he didn't even think about chasing. Instead, he took advantage of the brief chaos created by this move and ran desperately towards the depths of the ruins behind him.

"Suddenly you hit me so hard..."

"Are you trying to escape again now?"

After experiencing the crisis and awakening his stand, Mista suddenly got rid of his idle and casual attitude and became more sharp and fierce.

Letting a tiger go back to the mountains is not a good thing. He instinctively wanted to keep the silver-haired man in front of him who showed strong hostility towards him:

"It's useless. You can't be faster than my bullets!"

Having said that, he followed closely behind.

At the same time, the two bullets whizzed out under the control of the two little men No. 5 and No. 6, drawing two beautiful spiral arcs in the air.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Apache tried his best to dodge, but in the end he was only able to avoid the gunshot a little bit with the help of his physical skills, causing the two bullets that should have been embedded in his hands and feet to narrowly miss the outer layer of his flesh and blood.

Even so, bullet grazies are not pleasant.

He was shot three times, and the blood that gushed out dyed half of his clothes red.

Although these three shootings did not cause any serious injuries, the severe pain of torn flesh and blood still seriously affected Apache's movements.

He endured the severe pain and struggled to escape deeper into the ruins, but his speed was inevitably much slower.

“Stop!”

Mista chased after him with his gun raised, shouting intimidatingly, "I'll shoot again!"

If he fired another shot, it would be the fourth shot. Mista felt that it was not auspicious and actually did not want to fire it.

But Apache showed no intention of stopping and continued to run forward.

Mista ran forward a few steps, then he steeled his heart, raised his pistol, and prepared to pull the trigger again.

But at this time, the other party stopped.

Mista stopped and carefully pointed his gun at Apache:

"Why...you gave up resistance?"

"No."

Abbaki covered his injured arm and slowly turned around:

"Open your eyes and watch..."