Chapter 87 Sniping
Far away.
After Nicholas and Beddyk left one after another.
A group of people quietly arrived. They expertly rummaged through the corpses, taking all the valuables, before gathering together to whisper.
"Is it over?"
"It seems so, I didn't expect 'Fear Spreader' Mal to be taken out just like that. I was really optimistic about him making a name for himself in the New World."
"Speaking of which, was that Beddyk just now?"
"It was Beddyk, I've dealt with him a few times."
"What's the situation? Was the Marr Pirates that weak? And could Beddyk have done this?"
"Idiot, can you use your brain? Although I don't know who did it, don't you know Beddyk's strength? If Beddyk could take down Mal, would he still be a small Captain of a Slave Hunting Team?"
Looking at the corpses of the Marr Pirates' crew members, the 'Hyenas' who had followed behind were in an uproar.
They had come to scavenge for scraps, originally thinking it was just some vendetta, but they didn't expect that the one who was taken out was Mal, the most notorious Supernova.
"Hehe, instead of worrying about those questions, you might as well discuss the distribution of these corpses. They're still warm, selling them to those Organ Merchant could fetch a good price."
With one person's comment, everyone quickly began discussing the ownership of the corpses, even arguing to the point of drawing knives.
While the Hyenas of the Pirate World were cleaning up the mess, Nicholas also met the other two Supernova.
It was Jack the Ripper and Exploding Bear Ralph, who had decided to hunt together.
When they saw Nicholas suddenly appear not far in front of them, their expressions were a little unsightly. After all, the fact that the other party could appear in front of them silently could only mean one thing: the opponent's strength was much stronger than theirs.
"Nicholas."
Jack the Ripper said with a gloomy face.
Nicholas did not answer, but took out the Bounty Poster he had obtained from Shaki and carefully looked at it before putting the Bounty Poster away, asking somewhat uncertainly: "Jack the Ripper? Exploding Bear Ralph?"
It wasn't that he was face-blind, but 'Peeping Tom King', also known as 'Photo King' or 'Flame Photo Knight', didn't seem to be working for the World Government yet, resulting in a really slow update speed for the Marine Bounty Posters. The Bounty Posters for these Supernova were still from a few months ago.
"Hey, you big idiot over there! I'm talking to you!"
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out behind Nicholas, instantly attracting Nicholas's attention.
When Nicholas subconsciously turned his head to look at the source of the sound.
A Lead Bullet suddenly flew from a distance, aimed directly at Nicholas's head.
It could be said that the attacker chose to attack the moment Nicholas's attention was diverted.
This was arguably the moment when a person's vigilance was at its lowest.
The timing and angle were impeccable.
This showed how experienced the shooter was in Sniping.
It was a pity that the person he was facing was Nicholas.
Just as the Lead Bullet was about to shoot into the Crown of the head, Nicholas showed his White teeth in the direction the Lead Bullet was flying from.
Whoosh—
Then the Lead Bullet pierced straight through the middle of Nicholas's Head, hitting the Ground, leaving only a Bullet hole smoking with white smoke.
At this time, Nicholas also saw the guy who had just cursed, a Macaw flapping its Wings and flying into the distance. Obviously, this Macaw and the Sniper eight hundred meters away were partners.
The Macaw attracted the Target's attention, and taking advantage of the moment the Target relaxed, the Sniper launched a sure-kill strike.
On the Yalqi Man Tree trunk eight hundred meters away, a man with a Monocle on his right eye and dark circles under his eyes knelt on one knee, with a single-shot Flintlock Rifle with obvious Modification marks propped up in front of him.
Missing the shot, the man's face changed.
If the man had played FPS games, he would definitely curse, "Damn it, he's cheating!"
He believed that the timing of his shot just now was perfect, and the accuracy was even more unquestionable. At eight hundred meters, let alone hitting the Head, he was confident in hitting a Fly. So he was exceptionally confident in this shot.
The Flintlock Rifle he had personally modified, equipped with a Custom Scope hand-polished by a Craftsman with a lot of effort and Heart and Soul, coupled with his vision comparable to Eagle Eye.
With these eyes, he could see the faintly moving antennae of Ants in the distance, and even capture the trajectory of Bullets with the naked eye.
Such Talent naturally made him a highly skilled Sniper.
Although his Bounty was not the highest among this year's Supernova, he was the only one who could be crowned with the name of God.
The Nickname Gun God was the most appropriate evaluation of his Strength by his peers at Sea.
Before pulling the trigger, he had even seen the scene of Nicholas's Head blossoming.
However, reality slapped him hard in the face.
At the same time, he suddenly recalled that the moment the man he had locked in the Scope showed a smile seemed to be the moment he pulled the trigger, or even earlier?
But how was that possible? How could anyone possibly predict in advance that someone would Snipe him?
But no matter how he tried to convince himself, the image of Nicholas's White teeth and silly smile lingered in his mind.
"Captain Woodrow, what a beautiful Sniping!"
Beside him, his Companions looked at him excitedly. In these people's eyes, once the Captain chose to shoot, it proved that there was a 100% chance of hitting the Target. This was what Woodrow had accumulated since going to Sea with countless Bullets piercing through the Enemy's Vital point.
It could be said that Woodrow's Pirates was a Pirate Crew entirely composed of Snipers. The members of this Pirate Crew were basically all Snipers: Snipers who were also Navigators, Snipers who were also Helmsmen, Snipers who were also Chefs, Snipers who were also Gunners, Snipers who were also Sailors...
Woodrow shook his Head, then began to quickly reload Ammunition again. The reloading action in his hands was continuous, but his gaze remained fixed on the situation in the distance.
Woodrow's Companions were all (⊙o⊙)… when they heard this.
"Heh heh, let's enter Hunting Time..."
Woodrow finished reloading Ammunition, re-racked his Gun, and looked at Nicholas in the distance through the Scope.
He firmly believed that if one shot didn't work, he would take another.
He saw Nicholas still standing there, without any substantial movement.
And Jack and Ralph, who had agreed to cooperate in the hunt, were also standing there motionless.
"Ralph and those two are holding him back?"
Woodrow muttered to himself. For a Sniper, you must never let the Enemy get close to you. The greater the distance, the greater the Sniper's advantage.
But then he shook his Head and threw this thought out of his mind, shouldered his Gun, and began to aim at Nicholas's Vital point again.
After his first shot missed, Woodrow also understood that the opponent was not a simple character. To kill the opponent, he could only wait for the opponent to reveal a Flaw.
Therefore, Woodrow did not rashly fire a second shot, but concentrated and held his breath, waiting for Nicholas and Ralph to start fighting.
As long as Nicholas fought with them, then in the process of fighting, Woodrow could find an opportunity to kill him with one blow!
After all, no one can maintain sufficient vigilance against attacks from hundreds of meters away in battle.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Woodrow's eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed.
He saw Nicholas raise his right hand in his direction, and then make a shooting gesture with his right hand.
On the Ground.
Looking at Nicholas standing there posing, Exploding Bear Ralph and Jack the Ripper were all standing still without any movement.
It wasn't that they didn't want to move, but they didn't dare to move. One was a true Pervert and the other was a pseudo-Beast. Whenever they wanted to move, a frantic Warning would come from their brains. The feeling was that if they didn't move, it would be okay, but if they moved, they might die!
And this feeling was the terror that Woodrow, located eight hundred meters away, could not comprehend!
(End of chapter)