Chapter 22 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

Thorndike leaned back instinctively, catching a glimpse of the portrait on the table in his peripheral vision.

Just how similar was the build of the person on the portrait to the one in front of him right now!

“Fire!” Thorndike bellowed. He didn’t care who he was or where he came from.

Opening fire first definitely wouldn’t be wrong.

Moreover, the interrogation of survivors was built upon the foundation of holding the upper hand too.

They certainly had more people on their side, but since the other party was bold enough to come, there must be something that he could rely on to give him such assurance.

Kill first, think later.

Thorndike was incredibly decisive in this instant.

The bodyguards were quick to react too. They practically raised their guns and pulled the triggers at the same time as Thorndike shouted.

Gunshots filled the entire space for a moment there.

The elevator shaft was only a tad larger than the elevator. It didn’t have an elevator door, meaning there was absolutely nowhere to hide.

Should Thorndike or the bodyguards have reacted a little slower earlier, Tang Luo would have been able to leave the small and narrow elevator and enter the room.

That way, he would have had a fairly spacious area to use to evade the bullets.

But at this point, with the other party being so prompt and decisive, Tang Luo would have to face their guns with sparks flying out of them head-on, as well as the bullets shooting out from the muzzles.

The revolvers that these bodyguards were using were clearly of a much higher grade. They utilized a double-action body and were able to fire in rapid succession.

Although the firing rate wasn’t fast in comparison to modern firearms, there were a lot of people opening fire right now.

A concentrated number of gunshots rang out, as though a storm of bullets all the same.

Tang Luo raised his right hand with nowhere to hide, facing the storm of bullets shooting towards him.

His eyes narrowed slightly. The scene reflected in his vision slowed down at once.

Thorndike’s action of bending over, the bodyguards pulling the triggers, and the sparks spraying out of the guns, everything was moving as though it was in slow motion.

Tang Luo pressed his right thumb against his index finger. He took aim at a bullet, which had already reached right in front of him, bent, and flicked his fingers.

It gave out a crisp clang.

It was as if the nose of the bullet had blasted right into a firm and solid iron wall, crashing and breaking into pieces.

The damaged bullet flew backward and struck a different bullet.

Another crisp boom later, the two bullets flew in different directions. One of them struck another bullet once more.

Cling clang, cling clang…

The crisp sound of metal striking against each other and landing on the ground resounded, mixed among gunshots.

Thorndike and the others widened their eyes.

In their vision, all they could see was the invader’s right hand turning into numerous afterimages in front of him. Bullets rebounded and landed on the floor without pause.

In fact, a few people were struck by the stray bullets flying about and cried out.

This went on until the gunshots came to an abrupt stop.

The final sound of metal colliding against each other stopped as well.

The room fell into silence. Only the inhibited breathing of the two bodyguards, who were hit in the shoulder by the stray bullets, could be heard.

After firing six rounds, a revolver would definitely need to undergo reloading. Even if the bodyguards had specialized speedloaders on them, their reloading speed couldn’t get any much faster nonetheless.

Moreover, there wasn’t much coordination among them to speak of. All of them were firing recklessly for the sake of killing the man in front of them.

And so, an idle period happened just like that.

After a round of bullet storm, the target whom all of them had shot at was still standing there alive and well.

Every single one of them was in a daze and forgot to reload.

Tang Luo held out his arm in front of him, his fingers closed into a fist. His fist blocked everyone’s vision, such that they still couldn’t see what he looked like.

His fist wasn’t closed very tightly. Rather, it was held very loosely, as though there was something inside his fist.

With his fist facing downwards, Tang Luo’s fingers opened.

The last few bullets he had caught fell onto the floor, joining the pile of bullets at his feet.

“Ah!”

The sound of the bullets falling onto the floor seemed to startle one of them into waking up.

With a loud cry, he lifted his gun again, even though there was no knowing whether the revolver had actually been reloaded or not.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

A bloody hole appeared in the middle of the bodyguard’s forehead. His body collapsed and crashed onto the floor.

Tang Luo’s left arm was lifted parallel to the floor. The muzzle of the pistol in his hand was smoking.

This little thing known as the revolver, Tang Luo had one too!

He had never learned something like marksmanship before. But hitting one’s target with the bullet was nothing more than just two conditions—firstly, to take accurate aim and secondly, to have a very steady grip.

Tang Luo happened to fulfill both conditions.

The muzzle of his gun didn’t shift at all when he fired.

Within a certain range, he was an expert marksman with perfect accuracy.

There were a total of six gunshots.

Six bodyguards, who were intending to launch a counterattack, collapsed onto the floor.

With that, none of the others dared to move recklessly anymore.

They could only aim their pistols at Tang Luo as if they were at a stalemate.

Thorndike had already snuck over to the other side of the round table. While watching Tang Luo, he asked, “You’re the ones taking action against the organization?”

“Uh-huh.” Tang Luo assented to his question. Then, he thought for a moment and said, “You can call me Punisher, in the ‘punishing evil and advocating good’ sense.”

Thorndike snorted in derision.

‘Punishing evil and advocating good? This fellow was probably living in his own dream world.’

However, after the snort of derision, Thorndike’s countenance went back to being cold and sinister.

This man living in his dreams was the nightmare of all of them right now.

Blocking and catching bullets with his bare hands?