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.

in a combat situation. Moreover, with just about twenty or

watched her comrades falling one by one, the woman in the leather jacket was filled with panic.

experienced leader of a professional team of assassins, she was feeling a bit fearful now, and only one thing echoed in her mind:

be defeated. She quickly aimed her guh at Emmanuel and fired. “Whoever

she pulled the trigger. The Wolf Warrior had remarkably anticipated her move and dodged perfectly. The bullets fired hit nothing

steps forward subconsciously. Her

even possible for someone 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

by the woman in the leather jacket at that moment was no less intense

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

smile. “Is this the true strength of the Wolf