Chapter 483
A kilometer away, atop a towering skyscraper, a man in a trench coat stood, his
eyes shadowed and sharp, a cold, cruel smile flickering across his lips.
His name was Barrett, just like the heavily modified sniper rifle cradled in his hands. Within the infamous network known as Netherweb, he also carried a name that struck fear into all who heard it. He was known as Deadshot.
He was born to kill. Over the past twenty years, he had clawed his way from a nobody to dominate the international assassin rankings, soaring ever higher with unstoppable momentum.
His targets were always of utmost importance. They were either top officials of great powers, mercenary commanders, or heads of terrorist factions.
Among the bounties he accepted, there was never a mere nobody. Twenty years ago, his heavy sniper rifle fired its final shot, his signature toxin-laced armor-piercing round obliterating the head of a Infernal Crown Transcendent with a single strike.
From that moment, his reputation in the assassin world was sealed. He ranked fourth on the killer list, earned the title “Deadshot”, and was recruited by the Netherweb. The mere mention of his name sent chills through the world.
That very morning, he had just received a bounty order from the Netherweb. He immediately rushed to the capital, all for one purpose, which is to assassinate Leander.
For him, the more dangerous and challenging the target, the more it stoked the violent ferocity within him.
He gripped his sniper rifle, and in the scope, Leander’s head filled the crosshairs.
“Jeff Ashcroft…number one in the International Combat Units, greatest of all time. Today, your legend ends.
“If I take you down, I can surpass the Ripper in third place, the Blood Fiend in second, and even challenge the Hermit at the top p>
The thought of claiming the top spot after killing him made his blood boil. His eyes gleamed with fevered ambition.
“Goodbye, Jeff. Your legend ends here,” he whispered. In his scope, he saw a stunning woman collapse into Leander’s arms-but he shoved her aside.
Seizing the instant, Barrett squeezed the trigger.
Tzing!
The green-glowing armor-piercing round tore from the barrel like a furious dragon. Beyond the rifle’s built-in power, Barrett had infused it with his own innate vitality, sending the projectile screaming.
A single sniper round tore through the night like a tornado, slicing past power lines
and cables, and pierced the bulletproof glass beside Leander.
The bulletproof glass, meant to stop rounds, crumbled like paper.
In Leander’s sight, a green-glowing sniper round hurtled toward his left eye.
Barrett’s face brimmed with confidence. He could already envision Leander’s skull exploding into fragments. But the next moment, his expression froze, a scene etched forever in his memory.
Inside the bar, the sudden explosion startled everyone. Linton and the others, who were ready to confront Leander, froze in place.
At the moment the bullet was about to hit Leander’s eye, his hand lifted. It seemed slow, almost lazy, but before a bullet traveling over a thousand kilometers per second could strike, his two fingers pinched it.
“What?” Through the scope, Barrett’s face drained of color.
His sniper rifle, custom-modified, could outshoot the Agylae’s most powerful sniper rifles and propel bullets faster than normal. Even an Infernal Crown Transcendent’s body could be pierced with ease.
He had tested it before. One shot, combined with his innate vitality, could pierce three armored vehicles in a line. Its destructive power was unmatched.
Since rising in the assassin rankings, he had never failed. Every target fell to a single shot.
Yet Jeff had caught my hidden kill shot?
It was a fact that Leander was supreme. He was number one on the International Combat Units after all, evading a shot was believable. But catching a bullet moving
ove
thousands of kilometers per second with just two fingers, that was
impossible to fathom.
In his mind, even the once-dominant King Phase who ruled the world might not
possess such terrifying skill.
“D*mn. Is he even human p>
The moment Leander caught the bullet, Barrett’s heart plummeted. He yanked back his rifle and prepared to retreat. A true assassin always learns to escape before killing. Only those who survive after the kill are genuine professionals.
And Barrett was the best of the best. If one strike failed, he would never linger.
“Hmph.” Within Barrett’s field of view, Leander’s lips curved into a mocking smile.
A heartbeat later, Leander flicked his fingers. The toxin-laced round reversed course, tracing the same trajectory at twice its prior speed.
Less than a breath later, green light blazed across the night. Barrett barely twisted his shoulder in time.
Bang!
The armor-piercing round slammed into Barrett’s shoulder, shattering one arm. Pain ripped through him, but he had no time to dwell. Stomping hard, he vaulted upward, smashing the rooftop beneath him.
All he wanted was distance, anywhere far and fast. Finally, he understood that he wasn’t facing a man. He was facing a demon.
“Running p>
Leander remained seated. Around him, Liam and the others gawked, but he ignored them. He crushed a beer bottle in one hand, the golden liquid swirling into the shape of a dragon before shooting into the distance.
It’s a soulchaser!
It was not a Dragonfire-forged arrow, hence, its power is reduced. But Leander’s cultivation and spiritual strength made escape impossible, even an Infernal Crown Transcendent has no chance of escaping.
Once the arrow flew, Leander didn’t even glance back. Barrett’s fate was sealed.
Silence enveloped the bar. No one had an idea what had just happened,
but seeing Leander manipulate water into a dragon stunned them into disbelief. Even Liam, who was familiar with Leander, stared as if meeting him for the first time.
“Liam, that’s enough for tonight. Take a seat. I have matters to attend to.” Leander
smiled gently.
Confused, Liam guided Shirley to a booth, staring blankly at Leander.
Linton and the others froze. Leander had become the epicenter of attention.
With a subtle gesture, a bottle of Louis XIII floated across ten meters, landing at Leander’s table. No hands were required, the liquor poured itself into the glass. The scene left everyone awestruck, as if they were witnessing a deity.
Linton trembled, abandoning any thought of confrontation. Leander finally turned his gaze.
Dylan and Linton both stiffened, hearts dropping into icy dread. But Leander’s eyes bypassed them, landing on the woman in Dylan’s arms, Celia.
“Miss, allow me to buy you a drink.
“Or… should I call you the Ripper p>