Love At The Wrong Table

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the darkness of the night, Emmanuel jumped down from a higher vantage point, guns in both hands.

Ashton had always considered herself a sharpshooter, but after witnessing Emmanuel’s marksmanship on the scene, she was astounded and felt her scalp tingle. She felt utterly inadequate. In the dim light, he could still fire without missing a shot, taking down numerous enemies with a single bullet each, hitting vital points and dropping them instantly in large numbers. His precision was like having a targeting system, almost maddeningly accurate.

“How the hell did he do that?”

Most people might not be as shocked, but Ashton was a professional and knew that handling varied from each gun model. The guns Emmanuel held were stolen from this organization, yet he wielded them with such finesse! How many years of firearms training had he undergone, and how many different gun models had he handled?!

“Ha-ha! My master is here! My master, the Wolf Warrior, is making a comeback! You bunch of losers! All of you are going to hell!” Nathan became instantly ecstatic, completely forgetting the danger

No one at the scene was more aware than him of the true power of the Northern Region Wolf. In his heyday, he could not only assassinate enemy generals amid a sea of soldiers but also break through the defenses of enemy nations, forcibly infiltrating any location with ease. He was invincible.

Fire organization were well-trained, they couldn’t compare to professional military forces in a combat situation. Moreover, with just about twenty or thirty people present, they stood no chance against the Wolf Warrior.

comrades falling one by one, the woman in the leather jacket was filled with panic. Her earlier arrogance and pride had

of assassins, she was feeling a bit fearful now, and only one thing echoed

quickly aimed her guh at Emmanuel and fired.

Warrior had remarkably

subconsciously. Her eyes widened, not blinking for a long time.

for someone to dodge bullets? Is he even human?!

that Emmanuel’s ability to evade bullets wasn’t because he was faster than the bullets. It was because he possessed a sensory perception that normal people couldn’t even dream of. This heightened awareness had been honed through countless life-and-death experiences on the battlefield, something she, and even

in the leather jacket at that

reacted, Emmanuel had already kicked the gun out of her hand. She didn’t have time for any action before she felt the cold metal of the gun barrel against her

this the true strength